met again and with more fatal result. The morning was fair, and the sun dropped gently its refreshing warmth as if in one last attempt to soften the steeled hearts of these murderous men. Some sixty persons were present, and among them no interfering police. Coolness and indifference, either felt or assumed, was manifested by both principals, who stood apart conversing cheerfully with their attendants while preparations were in progress. The choice of weapons was won by Terry, and the choice of position and word by Broderick. Eight-inch Belgium pistols, both set with hair trigger, were the weapons used, and the distance was ten paces. Lagrode, who loaded the pistols, testified before the coroner that Broderick's was more delicate on the trigger than the one used by Terry. The word was to be the usual "Fire; one, two, three!"
The combatants were placed in position. Broderick seemed careless and awkward. "Terry was as cold as a marble statue," says the French journal Le Pliare, "not a muscle of his body moved; his eyes were fixed on Broderick, and in his attitude was recognized the practised duellist. He maintained his position as erect as an I, the arms straight along the body, the feet close together, and reducing his height as much as possible." According to the Alta's report, a second then stepped forward and called the word "Are you ready, gentlemen? " Fixing his eye keenly on his antagonist Terry promptly replied "I am ready." Broderick, grasping his weapon more firmly, likewise answered "ready;" meanwhile partly turning from his vertical position, exposing a fuller form as a mark for his adversary. Broderick's hat was drawn partly over his eyes and he seemed to be scanning a line on the ground between him and his antagonist. Terry, on the contrary, stood perfectly motionless, and eyed his enemy calmly. Then at the word " Fire; one, two!" Broderick partly raised his arm when his pistol discharged prematurely, and the ball entered the ground
