On the following day Felix Gussing and Mr. Montgomery took themselves to Major Sampson’s residence, where the stranger was introduced as a curiosity hunter from Chicago.

“He wishes to look at your collection of swords,” said the dude.

“I shall be delighted to show them,” said the major, who was a person of great self-importance.

“Ah, this is a fine sword from the Holy Land,” said Mr. Montgomery, handling one of the blades.

“I don’t know where it came from,” said the major.  “It was presented to me by a friend from Boston.”

“That is a Russian sword,” said the dude.  “I know it by its handle.”

“That sword is from the Holy Land,” insisted Mr. Montgomery.

“Anybody is a fool to talk that way,” cried Felix Gussing.

“Ha! do you call me a fool, sir!” stormed Montgomery.

“Gentlemen!” put in the major.  “I think——­”

“I am not a fool, sir, and I want you to know it!” bellowed Ulmer Montgomery.  “It’s an outrage to call me such.  Take that, sir!” and he slapped Felix Gussing lightly on the cheek.

“Gentlemen, this must cease!” cried the major, coming between them.  “In my house, too!  Disgraceful!”

“He has got to apologize to me!” roared the dude, acting his part to perfection.

“Never!” shouted Montgomery.

“If you will not, I demand satisfaction.  I—­I will fight you in a duel.”

“A duel!”

“Yes, a duel.  Pistols, at ten paces,” went on Felix Gussing.

“Well! well!” came from the major in amazement.

“Can I do less?” demanded the would-be son-in-law.  “My honor is at stake.”

“Then stand by your honor by all means,” cried the military man, who, at times, was as hot-blooded as anybody.

During the talk the major’s daughter had come upon the scene.

“Oh, Felix, what does this mean?” she demanded.

“I am going to fight this—­this fellow a duel, pistols at ten paces,” answered Felix, firmly.

“Felix!” she gasped.  “You will not, you cannot fight.  For my sake, do not.”

“Clara,” answered the dude, smiling affectionately upon her.  “For your sake I would forego any personal gratification, but I must not suffer a stain upon the honor.”

“Well said!” exclaimed the major.  “Felix is behaving well.  I couldn’t have done better myself.  I admire his courage and I give him free permission to wed you after the—­the—­”

“But father, if he should be killed?” faltered the fair Clara.

“Never fear, Clara; all will go well,” interposed Felix.

More words followed, but the dude pretended to be stubborn and so did Ulmer Montgomery.  Both went off to arrange about the duel, and the major insisted upon it that he must be on hand to see the affair come off.

Matters were hurried along with all speed, and it was arranged that the duel should take place on the following morning at ten o’clock, in a country spot just outside of the city.  Joe was invited to go along, and carried the pistols, and two others were let into the secret, including a doctor, who went fully prepared to attend to any wounds that might be inflicted.