When Cap had finished her story he suddenly stopped before her,
brought down the point of his stick with a resounding thump upon the
floor and exclaimed:
"Demmy, you New York newsboy! Will you never be a woman? Why the
demon didn't you tell me, sirrah? I would have called the fellow out
and chastised him to your heart's content! Hang it, miss, answer me
and say!"
"Because you are on the invalid list and I am in sound condition and
capable of taking my own part!" said Cap.
"Then, answer me this, while you were taking your own part, why the
foul fiend didn't you pepper him with something sharper than dried
peas?"
"I think he is quite as severely punished in suffering from extreme
terror and intense mortification and public ridicule," said Cap.
"And now, uncle, I have not eaten a single blessed mouthful this
morning, and I am hungry enough to eat up Gyp, or to satisfy Patty."
Old Hurricane, permitting his excitement to subside in a few
expiring grunts, rang the bell and gave orders for breakfast to be
served.
And after that meal was over he set out with his niece for Hurricane
Hall.
And upon arriving at home he addressed a letter to Mr. Le Noir, to
the effect that as soon as the latter should have recovered from the
effect of his fright and mortification, he, Major Warfield, should
demand and expect satisfaction.
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