"Don't you be afraid for me, Jim," he said. "I can take care of myself,
and I'll fight him."
Alvarez laughed derisively and the others echoed the laugh of their
master, but Paul held up his own sword, also, until it glittered in the
light. Every nerve and muscle became taut, and the blood went back from
his brain, leaving it cool and clear.
"Come on," he said to Alvarez. "I'm ready."
They stood in a level glade, and the two faced each other, the sunshine
lighting up all the area enclosed by the cypresses. Around them stood
Braxton Wyatt and the followers of Alvarez.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote B: It is probable that the bluff, indicated by Paul, is the one
on which the present city of Memphis stands.]
CHAPTER IX
PAUL AND THE SPANIARD
Francisco Alvarez never suffered from the vice of humility. While he was
planning to make himself Governor General of Louisiana he thought also
that the selection was a most admirable one. Nor would he have
condescended now to cross a blade with this boy from the backwoods, but
his pride had been bitterly hurt by the deeds of Paul and his comrades.
Such presumption must be punished, and the punishment must be of a
humiliating kind.
The Spaniard took the point of his sword between his thumb and forefinger
and bent the blade a little.
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