He shook me warmly by the hand as he took his departure, and I was left alone to meditate on the disagreeable duty which I had assumed for my best friend.  I little thought, at the time I was so calmly making the arrangements for the duel, that his adversary, Lieutenant Wattles, had already killed two men, in spite of his youth, and that a more determined duellist did not exist on the island.

I had just mixed a strong glass of punch, and was about to raise it to my lips, for the purpose of looking cheerful when Fred returned, when I heard his voice.

“Ah, that is stealing a march on us, old boy,” he shouted, pleasantly.  “Here have we been parading the dusty streets of Melbourne, and my eyes, ears, and mouth are filled with dirt and cobble stones.  However, we saw nothing of the city, for such clouds of dust filled the air that we had to hire a boy with a lantern to lead us home.  Hand me the bottle, for I’m famished for want of a drink.”

While he was filling his glass, he ran on, talking about half a dozen subjects, and it was not until Smith asked the result of the interview, that he would be quiet enough to listen to my communication.

“I have arranged every thing,” I said.  “We are to use the rifles, and meet to-morrow morning early.”

“And did you make no attempts at a reconciliation?” demanded Smith, reproachfully.

“Don’t answer that question, Jack,” Fred said, seriously.  “I placed my life and honor in your hands, and I am satisfied that you dealt with me as though I were a brother.”

I grasped his extended hand, and for a few moments we sat thus, without exchanging a word, both buried in thought and conjuring up reminiscences of the past, when a few months before we had left Boston to search for gold in California, and then, actuated by a spirit of adventure, had emigrated to Australia, still cherishing the hope of returning home with riches and with honor.

“I shall write a few letters to-day, Jack,” Fred said, at length.  “One of them will be addressed to you, and if any thing should happen you will find full directions how to dispose of the few things which I own.”

“Let me meet the man,” blubbered Smith.  “I’m of no account, and if killed, shan’t be missed, while both of you have something to live for.”

“It cannot be,” replied Fred.  “I insulted the gentleman, and to me alone does he look for redress.  God knows I do not desire the man’s blood, and still hope that I shall not be forced to spill it.”

“At least promise that I may accompany you to the field?” Smith said.

His request was readily complied with; but all day long Smith’s face seemed as though he had lost his only friends.

The day wore away slowly.  We dined with Murden, and chatted gayly about old times, and congratulated him on an addition which had been made to his pay, owing to the capture of bushrangers which had been effected by his command.  We hardly touched our lips to the wine which he freely circulated; and at an early hour took our leave, much to his surprise, and without his suspecting the business which was to occupy our attention in the morning.