“A—­what?” demanded the judge, with a frown as black as a thunder-cloud and a voice sharp as its clap, which made the little officer jump from his feet.

“A challenge, sir!” repeated the latter, as soon as he had composed himself.

“Why what the deuce do you mean by bringing a challenge to me—­breaking the law under the very nose of an officer of the law?” said the judge, snatching the note and tearing it open.  When he had read it, he looked sternly at the messenger and said: 

“Why don’t you know it is my solemn duty to have you arrested and sent to prison, for bringing me this, eh?”

“Sir,” began the little fellow, drawing his figure up, “men of honor never resort to such subterfuges to evade the consequences of their own acts.”

“Hold your tongue, child!  You know nothing about what you are talking of.  Men of honor are not duelists, but peaceable, law-abiding citizens.  Don’t be frightened, my brave little bantam!  I won’t have you arrested this time; but I will answer your heroic principal instead.  Let us see again—­what it is he says?”

And the judge sat down at his writing table and once more read over the challenge.

It ran thus: 

     Mansion House, Friday.

Judge Merlin—­Sir:  I have been treated with the grossest contumely by your daughter, Miss Claudia Merlin.  I demand an ample apology from the young lady, or in default of that, the satisfaction of a gentleman from yourself.  In the event of the first alternative offered being chosen, my friend, Lieutenant Springald, the bearer of this, is authorized to accept in my behalf all proper apologies that may be tendered.  Or in the event of the second alternative offered being chosen, I must request that you will refer my friend to any friend of yours, that they may arrange together the terms of our hostile meeting.

     I have the honor to be, etc.,

     Alfred Burghe.

Judge Merlin smiled grimly as he laid this precious communication aside and took up his pen to reply to it.

His answer ran as follows: 

     Washington House, Friday.

Captain Alfred Burghe:  My daughter, Miss Merlin, did perfectly right, and I fully endorse her act.  Therefore, the first alternative offered—­of making you the apology you demand—­is totally inadmissible; but I accept the second one of giving you the satisfaction you require.  The friend to whom I refer your friend is Deputy Marshal Browning, who will be prepared to take you both in custody.  And the weapons with which I will meet you will be the challenge that you have sent me and a warrant for your arrest.  Hoping that this course may give perfect satisfaction,

     I have the honor to be, etc.,

     Randolph Merlin.

Judge Merlin carefully folded and directed this note, and put it into the hands of the little lieutenant, saying pleasantly: