neither can Phinny nor Lander. Name any one ye want to," affably replied Tilton.
"But you all are of the same," protested Clair. "Let them stand as I said with the light fair for both."
"Ye keep on backin' water an' there won't be enough light to fight by," warned a voice from the shadows.
"We know our rights. Ye ain't new to this game, Papa Clair," gravely said Tilton. "I insist on th' coin bein' flipped. Name any man on this island; we'll be satisfied an' never make a yip; only be quick."
"You know well we have no friends here," replied Clair savagely. "You bring a crowd of men. We two are here alone."
"And only one of you is going back," taunted Phinny.
"Dog! Defiler of the sacred dueling-ground! Nom de Dieu! It is more the murder trap!" shrilly cried Clair.
"Name some one or Dillings shall toss th' coin," peremptorily announced Tilton.
"Wouldn't that be pretty raw, Tilton?" drawled Bridger, moving from the bushes.
The deep silence evidenced how greatly his
