XL.

"Young man, your sword;" so Lambro once more said: Juan replied, "Not while this arm is free." The old man's cheek grew pale, but not with dread, And drawing from his belt a pistol he Replied, "Your blood be then on your own head." Then looked close at the flint, as if to see 'T was fresh--for he had lately used the lock-- And next proceeded quietly to cock.