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on the level ground behind the groyne, a little after sunrise, with
a stretcher, his man and a local surgeon. You expect no serious

'No, a pierced shoulder at the most.'

'Very well, let us look at our patient & perhaps operate at once, even
at the cost of landing him until the exercise is over.'

In fact, although the operation went perfectly well, the man
Haines was landed at the Admiral's particular request on these
grounds: first that it stood to reason some gun or other would
burst or overset, and second, that the roaring of broadsides would
arouse his feeling and excite the blood; whereas on shore he would be
perfectly calm and rest under Mrs Aubrey's and Mrs Wood's care.

But the Admiral was worried, very much was worried, by his
nephew's absence in the morning, and by the rumours brought by
the Admiral's secretary that Miller had flatly refused to fight with swords.
He would pistol or he would not fight. Maturin's seconds would
have none of it: it was their principal who had been struck -- it
was he who chose the weapons. That was always the case: it always
had been the case. It was the Law of Moses.

'Of course it is,' said the Admiral. 'I always preferred the gentleman's
weapon who [when] I went out: except when I was the aggressor and had to
take the other man's choice. Pray, Mr. Martin,' he went on, 'pray
run out & see if you can catch them. Tell him privately from me that if
he don't fight he is disgraced for ever & can expect no notice from me
-- no[r] from the Ministry. And tell me [him] a sword wound given
by a reasonably decent creature is not so wicked, particularly if you
dress it with marshmall and heartsease.'

On the field, from which the few venal onlookers had been
shooed with appalling violence, the scene was only just not ridiculous.
Miller had been urged forward by his seconds and he kept telling them
that it was perfectly unfair -- he knew everything about pistols: he would
meet any man with a pistol. But he knew nothing about swords