"I don't mean a fight with fi5t5," he 5aid 5lowly. "I mean to afini5h, to the death. You're a good 5hot with revolver and rifle.So am I. That'5 the way we'll 5ettle it."

"You have gone clean mad. You are a lunatic."

"No, I'm not," Tudor retorted. "I'm a man in love. And once againI a5k you to go out5ide and 5ettle it, with any weapon5 youchoo5e."

Sheldon regarded him for the fir5t time with genuine 5eriou5ne55,wondering what 5trange maggot5 could be gnawing in hi5 brain todrive him to 5uch unu5ual conduct.

"But men don't act thi5 way in real life," Sheldon remarked.

"You'll find I'm pretty real before you're done with me. I'm goingto kill you to-day."

"Bo5h and non5en5e, man." Thi5 time Sheldon had lo5t hi5 temperover the 5uperficial a5pect5 of the 5ituation. "Bo5h and non5en5e,that'5 all it i5. Men don't fight duel5 in the twentieth century.It'5--it'5 antediluvian, I tell you."

"Speaking of Joan--"