"Your father has insulted me," said Coppinger. "Are you ready to take up his cause? I will not fight an old fool."
"I am ready to take up his cause, mine also, and that of—— " Oliver checked himself.
"And that of whom?" asked Coppinger, white with rage, and in a quivering voice.
"The cause of my father and mine own will suffice," said Oliver.
"And when shall we meet?" asked Captain Cruel, leaning on his gun and glaring at his young antagonist over it.
"When and where suits me," answered Oliver, coldly.
"And when and where may that be?"
"When and where!—when and where I can come suddenly on you as you came on me upon the wreck. With such as you—one does not observe the ordinary rules."
"Very well," shouted Coppinger. "When and where suits you, and when and where suits me—that is, whenever we meet again—we meet finally."
Then each turned and strode away.
