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but at a loss to comprehend her。



〃I beg you to believe; Mr。 Cleggett;〃 said Miss Pringle; averting

her face and flushing painfully; while she turned the lorgnette

about and about with embarrassed fingers; 〃I beg you to believe

that in electing to witness this spectacle I had no idea of its

exceedingly informal nature。〃



With these words she passed into the cabin; with the air of one

who has sustained a mortal insult。



〃Ef you was to ask me what she's tryin' to get at;〃 piped up

Cap'n Abernethy; 〃I'd say it's her belief that it ain't proper

for gents to sword each other with their shirts off。  She's

shocked; Miss Pringle is。〃



〃In great and crucial moments;〃 said Cleggett soberly; pulling

off his shirt again and picking up a sword; 〃we may dispense with

the minor conventions without apology。〃



Loge chose a weapon with the extreme of care and particularity;

trying the hang and balance of several of them。  He looked well

to the weight; bent the blade in his hands to test the spring and

temper; tried the point upon his thumb。  He handled the rapier as

if he had found an old friend again after a long absence; he

looked around upon his enemies with a sort of ferocious;

bantering gayety。



〃And now;〃 said Loge; 〃if this is to be a duel indeed; Mr。

Cleggett and I will need plenty of room; I suggest that the rest

of you retire to the bulwarks and give us the deck to ourselves。〃



〃For my part;〃 said Cleggett; 〃I order it。〃



〃And;〃 said Wilton Barnstable; drawing his pistol; 〃Mr。 Black

will please note that while I am standing by the bulwarks I shall

be watching indeed。  Should he make an attempt to escape from the

vessel I shall riddle him with bullets。〃



〃Come; come;〃 said Loge; 〃all this conversation is a waste of

time!〃



〃That is my opinion also;〃 said Cleggett。



They saluted formally; and engaged their blades。



With Cleggett; swordsmanship was both a science and an art。  And

something more。  It was also a passion。  A good swordsman can be

made; a superior swordsman may be born; the real masters are both

born and made。  It was so with Cleggett。  His interest in fencing

had been keen from his early boyhood。  In his teens he had

acquired unusual practical skill without great theoretical

knowledge。  Then he had recognized the art for what it is; the 

most beautiful game on earth; and had made a profound and

thorough study of it; it appealed to his imagination。



He became; in a way; the poet of the foil。



Cleggett seldom fenced publicly; and then only under an assumed

name; he abhorred publicity。  But there was not a teacher in New

York City who did not know him for a master。  They brought him

their half worked out visions of new combinations; new thrusts;

he perfected them; and simplified; or elaborated; and gave back

the finished product。



They were the workmen; the craftsmen; the men of talent; he was

the originator; the genius。



And he was especially lucky in not having been tied down; in his

younger years; to one national tradition of the art。  The

limitations of the French; the Spanish; the Italian; or the

Austrian schools had not enslaved him in youth and hampered the

free development of his individuality。  He had studied them all;

he chose from them all their superiorities; their excellences he

blended into a system of his own。



It might be called the Cleggett System。



The Frenchman is an intellectual swordsman; the basis of his art

is a thorough knowledge of its mathematics。  Upon this foundation

he superimposes a structure of audacity。  But he often falls into

one error or another; for all his mental brilliancy。  He may

become rigidly formal in his practice; or; in a revolt from his

own formalism; be seduced into a display of showy; sensational

tricks that are all very well in the studio but dangerous to

their practitioner on the actual dueling ground。



The Italian; looser; freer; less formal; more individual in his

style; springing from a line of forbears who have preferred the

thrust to the cut; the point to the edge; for centuries; is a

more instinctive and less intellectual swordsman than the

Frenchman。  It is in his blood; he uses his rapier with a wild

and angry grace that is feline。



The Frenchman; even when he is thoroughly serious in his desire

to slay; loves a duel for its own sake; he is never free from the

thought of the picture he is making; the art; the science; the

practical cleverness; appeal to him independently of the

bloodshed。



The Italian thinks of but one thing; to kill。  He will take a

severe wound to give a fatal one。  The French are the best

fencers in the world; the Italians the deadliest duelists。



Cleggett; as has been said; knew all the schools without being

the slave of any of them。



He brought his sword en tierce; Loge's blade met his with

strength and delicacy。  The strength Cleggett was prepared for。 

The delicacy surprised him。  But he was too much the master; too

confident of his own powers; to trifle。  He delivered one of his

favorite thrusts; it was a stroke of his own invention; three

times out of five; in years past; it had carried home the button

of his foil to his opponent's jacket。  It was executed with the

directness and rapidity of a flash of lightning。



But Loge parried it with a neatness which made Cleggett open his

eyes; replying with a counter so shrewd and close; and of such a

darting ferocity; that Cleggett; although he met it faultlessly;

nevertheless gave back a step。



〃Ah;〃 cried Loge; showing his yellow teeth in a grin; 〃so the

little man knows that thrust!〃



〃I invented it;〃 said Cleggett。



With the word he pressed forward and; making a swift and dazzling

feint; followed it with two brilliant thrusts; either of which

would have meant the death of a tyro。  The first one Loge

parried; the second touched him; but it gave him nothing more

than a scratch。  Nevertheless; the smile faded from Loge's face;

he gave ground in his turn before this rapid vigor of attack; he

measured Cleggett with a new glance。



〃You are touched; I think;〃 said Cleggett; meditating a fresh

combination; 〃and I am glad to see you drop that ugly pretense at

a grin。  You have no idea how the sight of those yellow teeth of

yours; which you were evidently never taught to brush when you

were a little boy; offends a person of any refinement。〃



Loge's answer was a sudden attempt to twist his blade around

Cleggett's; followed by a direct thrust; as quick as light; which

grazed Cleggett's shoulder; a little smudge of blood appeared on

his undershirt。



〃Take care; take care; Cleggett!〃 warned Wilton Barnstable; from

his post by the starboard bulwark。



〃Make yourself easy;〃 said Cleggett; parrying a counter en carte;

〃I am only getting warm。〃



And both of them; stung by the slight scratches which they had

received; settled to the business with an intent and silent

deadliness of purpose。



To all appearances Loge had an immense advantage over Cleggett;

his legs were a good two inches longer; so were his arms。  And he

knew how to make these peculiarities count。  He fought for a

while with a calm and steady precision that repeatedly baffled

the calculated impetuosity of Cleggett's attack。  But the air of

bantering certainty with which he had begun the duel had left

him。 He no longer wasted his breath on repartee; no doubt he was

surprised to find Cleggett's strength so nearly equal to his own;

as Cleggett had been astonished to find in Loge so much finesse。 

But with a second slight wound Loge began to give ground。



With Cleggett a bout with the foils had always been a duel。  It

has been indicated; we believe; that he was of a romantic

disposition and much given to daydreaming; his imagination had

thus made every set…to in the fencing room a veritable mortal

combat to him。  Therefore; this was not his first duel; he had

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