'"Death and lightning!" exclaimed the young gentleman, laying his hand upon his sword as my uncle entered the coach.
'"Blood and thunder!" roared the other gentleman.With this, he whipped his sword out, and made a lunge at my uncle without further ceremony. My uncle had no weapon about him, but with great dexterity he snatched the ill-looking gentleman's three-cornered hat from his head, and, receiving the point of his sword right through the crown, squeezed the sides together,and held it tight.