CHAPTER XIX.
A HUMBLE APOLOGY.
Barely were they in their apartments at the hotel when there came aknock on the door, and a boy entered, bearing a salver on which were twocards.
"Colonel La Salle Vallier and Mr. Rolf Raymond," read Frank. "Bring themup."
"What's that?" roared Professor Scotch, from the bed. "Are you crazy?"
Frank hustled the boy out of the room, whispering:
"Bring them up, and admit them without knocking."
He slipped a quarter into the boy's hand, and the little fellow grinnedand hurried away.
Frank turned back to find Professor Scotch, in his night robe, standingsquare in the middle of the bed, wildly waving his arms, and roaring:
"Lock the door--barricade it--keep them out! If those desperadoes areadmitted here, this room will run red with gore!"
"That's right, professor," agreed Frank. "We'll settle their hash righthere and at once. We'll cook 'em."
"Whoop!" shouted the little professor, in his big, hoarse voice. "Thisis murder--assassination! Lock the door, I say! I am in no condition toreceive visitors."
"Be calm, professor," chirped Frank, soothingly.
"Be calm, profissor," echoed Barney, serenely.
"Be calm!" bellowed the excited little man. "How can I be calm on theeve of murder and assassination? I am an unarmed man, and I am not evendressed!"
"Niver moind a little thing loike thot," purred the Irish lad.
"It's of no consequence," declared Frank, placidly.
"No consequence!" shouted Scotch. "Oh, you'll drive me crazy! You wantme to be killed! It is a plot to have me murdered! I see through thevile scheme! I'll call the police!"
He rushed into the front room, and flung up a window, from which hehowled:
"Fire! Police!"
He would have shrieked murder and several other things, but Frank andBarney dragged him back and closed the window.
"Great Scott!" gasped Frank. "It'll be a wonder if the whole policeforce of the city does not come rushing up here."
"Perhaps they'll not be able to locate th' spot from which th' croycame," said Barney. "Let us hope not."
"Yes, let us hope not."
The professor squirmed out of the grasp of the two boys, and made a wilddash for the door.
Just before he reached it, the door was flung open, and Colonel Vallier,followed by Rolf Raymond, strode into the room.
The colonel and the professor met just within the doorway.
The collision was violent, and both men recoiled and sat down heavilyupon the floor, while Rolf Raymond barely saved himself from fallingastride the colonel's neck.
Sitting thus, the two men glared at each other, the colonel being in adress suit, while the professor wore a night robe.
Frank and Barney could not restrain their laughter.
Then a most remarkable thing happened.
Professor Scotch became so angry at what he considered the unwarrantedintrusion of the visitors that he forgot how he was dressed, forgot tobe scared, and grew fierce as a raging lion. Without rising, he leanedforward, and shook his fist under Colonel Vallier's nose, literallyroaring:
"What do you mean by entering this room without knocking, you miserableold blowhard? You ought to have your face thumped, and, by thunder! Ibelieve I can do it!"
"Sah!" gasped the colonel, in the greatest amazement and dismay.
"Don't 'sah' me, you measly old fraud!" howled Scotch, waving his fistsin the air. "I don't believe in fighting, but this is about my time toscrap. If you don't apologize for the intrusion, may I be blown to tenthousand fragments if I don't give you a pair of beautiful black eyes!"
"Sah, there seems to be some mistake, sah," fluttered Colonel Vallier,turning pale.
"You made the mistake!" thundered Scotch, leaping to his feet like ajumping jack. "Get up here, and let me knock you down!"
"I decline to be struck, sah."
"You don't dare to get up!" howled the excited little man, growing stillworse, as the colonel seemed to shrink and falter. "Why, I can lick youin a fraction of no time! You've been making lots of fighting talk, andnow it's my turn. Get up and put up your fists."
"Will somebody kindly hold this lunatic?" palpitated Colonel Vallier. "Iam no prize-fightah, gentlemen."
"That isn't my lookout," said the professor, who was forcing thingswhile they ran his way. "Get up and take off your coat! We'll settlethis affair without delay."
"With pistols, sah?"
"Yes, with pistols, if you want to!" cried the professor, to theamazement of the boys. "I am ready, sir. We will settle it with pistols,at once, in this room."
"But this is no place foh a duel, sah; yo' should know that, sah."
"This is just the place."
"The one who survives will be arrested, sah."
"There won't be a survivor, so you needn't fear arrest."
"No survivah, sah?"
"No."
"How is that?"
"I'll tell you how it is. You are such a blamed coward that you won'tfight me with your fists, for fear I will give you the thumping youdeserve; but you know you are a good pistol shot, and you think I amnot, so you hope to shoot me, and escape without harm to yourself. Well,I am no pistol shot, but I am not going to miss you. We'll shoot acrossthat center table, and the width of the table is the distance that willdivide us. In that way, I'll stand as good a show as you do, and I'llagree to shoot you through the body very near to the heart, so you'llnot linger long in agony. Come, sir, get ready."
Colonel Vallier actually staggered.
"Sah--sah!" he fluttered; "you're shorely crazy!"
"Not a bit of it. Come, get ready!"
"This is murder, sah!"
"It is a square deal. One has as good show as the other."
"But I--I never heard of such a duel--never!"
"There are many things you have never heard about, Colonel Vallier."
"But, sah, I can't fight that way! You'll have to excuse me, sah."
"What's that!" howled the little professor, dancing about in his nightrobe. "Do you refuse to give me satisfaction?"
"I refuse to be murdered."
"Then you'll apologize?"
The colonel gasped.
"Apologize! Why, I can't----"
"Then I'm going to give you those black eyes just as sure as my name isScotch! Put up your fists!"
The colonel retreated, holding up his hands helplessly, while theprofessor pranced after him like a fighting cock.
"This is disgraceful!" snapped Rolf Raymond, taking a step, as if tointerfere. "It must be stopped at once!"
"Hold on!" came sternly from Frank. "Don't chip in where you're notwanted, Mr. Raymond. Let them settle this matter themselves."
"Thot's roight, me laddybuck," said Barney Mulloy. "If you bother thim,it's a pair av black oies ye may own yersilf."
"We did not come here to be bullied."
"No," said Frank; "you came to play the bullies, and the tables havebeen turned on you. Take it easy."
The two boys placed themselves in such a position that they couldprevent Raymond from interfering between the colonel and the professor.
"Don't strike me, sah!" gasped Vallier, holding up his open hands, withthe palms toward the bantam-like professor.
"Then do you apologize?"
"You will strike me if I do not apologize?"
"You may bet your life that I will, colonel."
"Then I--ah--I'll have to apologize, sah."
"And this settles the entire affair between us?"
"Eh--I don't know about that."
"Well, you had better know. Does this settle the entire affair?"
"I suppose so, sah."
"You apologize most humbly?"
"I do."
"And you state of your own free will that this settles all troublebetween us?"
The colonel hesitated, and Scotch lifted his fists menacingly.
"I do, sah--I do!" Vallier ha
stened to say.
"Then that's right," said Professor Scotch, airily. "You have escapedthe worst thumping you ever received in all your life, and you shouldcongratulate yourself."
Frank felt like cheering with delight. Surely Professor Scotch had donehimself proud, and the termination of the affair had been quiteunexpected by the boys.
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