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s destined opponent before the moment of the duel kept him necessarily in isolation; as far as isolation could be found on the crowded decks of the Justinian。 He slung his hammock that night in a depressed mood; feeling unnaturally tired; and he undressed in the clammy; stuffy dampness of the 'tweendecks feeling more than usually cold。 He hugged the blankets round himself; yearning to relax in their warmth; but relaxation would not e。 Time after time as he began to drift off to sleep he woke again tense and anxious; full of thoughts of the morrow。 He turned over wearily a dozen times; hearing the ship's bell ring out each half hour; feeling a growing contempt at his cowardice。 He told himself in the end that it was as well that his fate to…morrow depended upon pure chance; for if he had to rely upon steadiness of hand and eye he would be dead for certain after a night like this。
 That conclusion presumably helped him to go to sleep for the last hour or two of the night; for he awoke with a start to find Danvers shaking him。
 'Five bells;' said Danvers。 'Dawn in an hour。 Rise and shine!'
 Hornblower slid out of his hammock and stood in his shirt; the 'tweendecks was nearly dark and Danvers was almost invisible。
 'Number One's letting us have the second cutter;' said Danvers。 'Masters and Simpson and that lot are going first in the launch。 Here's Preston。'
 Another shadowy figure loomed up in the darkness。
 'Hellish cold;' said Preston。 'The devil of a morning to turn out。 Nelson; where's that tea?'
 The mess attendant came with it as Hornblower was hauling on his trousers。 It maddened Hornblower that he shivered enough in the cold for the cup to clatter in the saucer as he took it。 But the tea was grateful; and Hornblower drank it eagerly。
 'Give me another cup;' he said; and was proud of himself that he could think about tea at that moment。
 It was still dark as they went down into the cutter。
 'Shove off;' said the coxswain; and the boat pushed off from the ship's side。 There was a keen cold wind blowing which filled the dipping lug as the cutter headed for the twin lights that marked the jetty。
 'I ordered a hackney coach at the George to be waiting for us;' said Danvers。 'Let's hope it is。'
 It was there; with the driver sufficiently sober to control his horse moderately well despite his overnight potations。 Danvers produced a pocket flask as they settled themselves in with their feet in the straw。
 'Take a sip; Hornblower?' he asked; proffering it。 'There's no special need for a steady hand this morning。'
 'No thank you;' said Hornblower。 His empty stomach revolted at the idea of pouring spirits into it。
 'The others will be there before us;' mented Preston。 'I saw the quarter boat heading back just before we reached the jetty。'
 The etiquette of the duel demanded that the two opponents should reach the ground separately; but only one boat would be necessary for the return。
 'The sawbones is with them;' said Danvers。 'Though God knows what use he thinks he'll be to…day。'
 He sniggered; and with overlate politeness tried to cut his snigger off short。
 'How are you feeling; Hornblower?' asked Preston。
 'Well enough;' said Hornblower; forbearing to add that he only felt well enough while this kind of conversation was not being carried on。
 The hackney coach levelled itself off as it came over the crest of the hill; and stopped beside the mon。 Another coach stood there waiting; its single candle…lamp burning yellow in the growing dawn。
 'There they are;' said Preston; the faint light revealed a shadowy group standing on frosty turf among the gorse bushes。
 Hornblower; as they approached; caught a glimpse of Simpson's face as he stood a little detached from the others。 It was pale; and Hornblower noticed that at that moment he swallowed nervously; just as he himself was doing。 Masters came towards them; shooting his usual keen inquisitive look at Hornblower as they came together。
 'This is the moment;' he said; 'for this quarrel to be posed。 This country is at war。 I hope; Mr Hornblower; that you can be persuaded to save a life for the King's service by not pressing this matter。'
 Hornblower looked across at Simpson; while Danvers answered for him。
 'Has Mr Simpson offered the proper redress?' asked Danvers。
 'Mr Simpson is willing to acknowledge that he wishes the incident had never taken place。'
 'That is an unsatisfactory form;' said Danvers。 'It does not include an apology; and you must agree that an apology is necessary; sir。'
 'What does your principal say?' persisted Masters。
 'It is not for any principal to speak in these circumstances;' said Danvers; with a glance at Hornblower; who nodded。 All this was as inevitable as the ride in the hangman's cart; and as hideous。 There could be no going back now; Hornblower had never thought for one moment that Simpson would apologize; and without an apology the affair must be carried to a bloody conclusion。 An even chance that he did not have five minutes longer to live。
 'You are determined; then; gentlemen;' said Masters。 'I shall have to state that fact in my report。'
 'We are determined;' said Preston。
 'Then there is nothing for it but to allow this deplorable affair to proceed。 I left the pistols in the charge of Doctor Hepplewhite。'
 He turned and led them towards the other group…Simpson with Hether and Cleveland; and Doctor Hepplewhite standing with a pistol held by the muzzle in each hand。 He was a bulky man with the red face of a persistent drinker; he was actually grinning a spirituous grin at that moment; rocking a little on his feet。
 'Are the young fools set in their folly?' he asked; but everyone very properly ignored him as having no business to ask such a question at such a moment。
 'Now;' said Masters。 'Here are the pistols; both primed; as you see; but one loaded and the other unloaded; in accordance with the conditions。 I have here a guinea which I propose to spin to decide the allocation of the weapons。 Now; gentlemen; shall the spin give your principals one pistol each irrevocably…for instance; if the coin shows heads shall Mr Simpson have this one…or shall the winner of the spin have choice of weapons ? It is my design to eliminate all possibility of collusion as far as possible。'
 Hether and Cleveland and Danvers and Preston exchanged dubious glances。
 'Let the winner of the spin choose;' said Preston at length。
 'Very well; gentlemen。 Please call; Mr Hornblower。'
 'Tails!' said Hornblower as the gold piece spun in the air。
 Masters caught it and clapped a hand over it。
 'Tails it is;' said Masters; lifting his hand and revealing the coin to the grouped seconds。 'Please make your choice。'
 Hepplewhite held out the two pistols to him; death in one hand and life in the other。 It was a grim moment。 There was only pure chance to direct him; it called for a little effort to force his hand out。
 'I'll have this one;' he said; as he touched it the weapon seemed icy cold。
 'Then now I have done what was required of me;' said Masters。 'The rest is for you gentlemen to carry out。'
 'Take this one; Simpson;' said Hepplewhite。 'And be careful how you handle yours; Mr Hornblower。 You're a public danger。'
 The man was still grinning; gloating over the fact that someone else was in mortal danger while he himself was in none。 Simpson took the pistol Hepplewhite offered him and settled it into his hand; once more his eyes met Hornblower's; but there was neither recognition nor expression in them。
 'There are no distances to step out;' Danvers was saying。 'One spot's as good as another。 It's level enough here。'
 'Very good;' said Hether。 'Will you stand here; Mr Simpson?'
 Preston beckoned to Hornblower; who walked over。 It was not easy to appear brisk and unconcerned。 Preston took him by the arm and stood him up in front of Simpson; almost breast to breast…close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath。
 'For the last time; gentlemen;' said Masters loudly。 'Cannot you be reconciled?'
 There was no answer from anybody; only deep silence; during which it seemed to Hornblower that the frantic beating of his heart must be clearly audible。 The silence was broken by an exclamation fro

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