. Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . s about to givethe word, by an expression of suffering, pressing his handupon his side, and seeming to writhe with torture ; and yetthis was mere counterfeit. OShaughnessy was now coming forward to interfere andprevent these interruptions, when Trevyllian called out ina firm tone, I m ready ! At the words, One, two! the pistol slowly rose; his dark eye measured me coolly,steadily; his lip curled; and just as I felt that my lastmoment of life had arrived, a heavy sound of a horse gallop-ing along the rocky causeway seemed to take off his atten- THE DUEL.
. Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . s about to givethe word, by an expression of suffering, pressing his handupon his side, and seeming to writhe with torture ; and yetthis was mere counterfeit. OShaughnessy was now coming forward to interfere andprevent these interruptions, when Trevyllian called out ina firm tone, I m ready ! At the words, One, two! the pistol slowly rose; his dark eye measured me coolly,steadily; his lip curled; and just as I felt that my lastmoment of life had arrived, a heavy sound of a horse gallop-ing along the rocky causeway seemed to take off his atten- THE DUEL. 461 tion. His frame trembled, his hand shook, and jerkingupwards his weapon, the ball passed high above my head. You bear me witness I tired in the air, said Trevyllian,while the large drops of perspiration rolled from his fore-head, and his features worked as if in a fit. You saw it, sir; and you, Beaufort, ray friend, youalso. Speak I Why will you not speak ? Be calm, Trevyllian; be calm, for Heavens sake IWhats the matter with you ?. ^3^-C>^.>:£« The affair is then ended, said Baker, and mosthappily so. You are, I hope, not dangerously wounded. As he spoke, Trevyllians features grew deadly livid;his half-open mouth quivered slightly, his eyes becamefixed, and his arm dropped heavily beside him, and with alow moan he fell fainting to the ground. As we bent over him I now perceived that anotherperson had joined our party; he was a short, determined-looking man of about forty, with black eyes and aquilinefeatures. Before I had time to guess who it might be, Iheard OShaughnessy address him as Colonel Conyers. 4G2 CHARLES OMALLEY. He is dying! said Beaufort, still stooping over hisfriend, whose cold hand he grasped within his own. Poor,poor fellow ! He lired in the air, said Baker, as he spoke in replyto a question from Conyers. What he answered I heard not, but Baker rejoined, — Yes, I am certain of it. We all saw it. Had you not better examine his wounds ? said Con-ye
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