Maurice Hewlett,
Brazenhead in Milan — Chapter V
(1909)
“ The choice is yours." "What is this?" the prisoner stammered, and then he panted like a dog. "Battle, my son," said Captain Brazenhead; "bloody, beauteous battle. No one is by; we have a fair field. You know the ground and are the younger man; but maybe I am in better fettle. I see that you have courage, and tell you fairly that I have some. To it, gamester, and the best throw wins." The prisoner sobbed, then laughed aloud. "Oh, wonder!" he cried deliriously; "I had thought you my executioner." "So I am," said Captain Brazenhead; "make no mistake." ”
