At last
they came upon Battersea Fields.
"The pollard oaks, waterman," said Jarvis. "Do you know 'em?"
"Right well, your honour. You're not the first gentlemen I've took
there. More'n than have come back, I'll swear."
The fellow's words weren't encouraging, but Vane did not seem affected
by them. He felt strangely calm. Before he started his head was hot; now
it was as cold as ice. Jarvis asked him how he was.
"Feel my pulse and tell me," said he.
"Steady as a rock, but devilish cold. A little thrust and parry'll warm
you. Here we are, and there's your man and his second waiting."
The boat scraped the rushes and the waterman held it while the two men
scrambled on to the bank.
The ground was fairly well chosen for the purpose. It was a tolerably
firm piece of turf about a hundred yards long by some twenty broad and
almost as smooth as a bowling green. It was the only solid piece of
earth for some distance, all around being at a lower level and boggy.
Not forgetful of the usual courtesies, the combatants bowed and took off
their coats and vests. It was then that Vane caught sight of Rofflash.
"You're the fellow whom I knocked down on London Bridge on a certain
night some little time ago," said he.
"The very same," rejoined Rofflash with a grin which made his ugly face
still uglier. "You took me unawares. If you've the mind to try
conclusions a second time, fair and square and no surprises, by God,
sir, I'll be pleased to oblige you when you've despatched Mr.
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