There being no longer a cause of quarrel, the duel was of course ended.
The principals shook hands, first with each other, and next with the
seconds, and were evidently very glad to get out of it.
'And now that it is so happily settled,' said the Doctor, chuckling and
rubbing his hands, 'it proves to have been a lucky mistake, after all,
that we brought the wrong valise. Wonder what the lady that owns it will
say when she opens ours and finds the pistols.'
'Very well for you to laugh about,' growled the Captain; 'but it's no
joke for me to lose my pistols. Hair triggers--best English make, and
gold mounted. There arn't a finer pair in America.'
'Oh, we'll find 'em. We'll go on a pilgrimage from house to house,
asking if any lady there has lost a night-cap and found a pair of
dueling-pistols.'
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CHAPTER IV.
In very good spirits, the party crossed the river, and inquired at the
baggage-room in reference to each and all black leather traveling-bags
arrived that day, took notes of where they were sent, and set out to
follow them up. In due time they reached the Continental, and, as luck
would have it, met the unhappy bridal pair just coming down stairs in
charge of the policeman.
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