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'You're cool enough about it； then；' marvelled Danvers。
Hornblower shrugged。
'Maybe I am。 I hardly care。 But I've thought that we might make the chances more even。'
'How？'
'We could make them exactly even；' said Hornblower； taking the plunge。 'Have two pistols； one loaded and the other empty。 Simpson and I would take our choice without knowing which was which。 Then we stand within a yard of each other； and at the word we fire。'
'My God！' said Danvers。
'I don't think that would be legal；' said Preston。 'It would mean one of you would be killed for certain。'
'Killing is the object of duelling；' said Hornblower。 'If the conditions aren't unfair I don't think any objection can be raised。'
'But would you carry it out to the end？' marvelled Danvers。
'Mr Danvers…' began Hornblower； but Preston interfered。
'We don't want another duel on our hands；' he said。 Danvers only meant he wouldn't care to do it himself。 We'll discuss it with Cleveland and Hether； and see what they say。'
Within an hour the proposed conditions of the duel were known to everyone in the ship。 Perhaps it was to Simpson's disadvantage that he had no real friend in the ship； for Cleveland and Hether； his seconds； were not disposed to take too firm a stand regarding the conditions of the duel； and agreed to the terms with only a show of reluctance。 The tyrant of the midshipmen's berth was paying the penalty for his tyranny。 There was some cynical amusement shown by some of the officers； some of both officers and men eyed Hornblower and Simpson with the curiosity that the prospect of death excites in some minds； as if the two destined opponents were men condemned to the gallows。 At noon Lieutenant Masters sent for Hornblower。
'The captain has ordered me to make inquiry into this duel； Mr Hornblower；' he said。 'I am instructed to use my best endeavours to pose the quarrel。'
'Yes； sir。'
'Why insist on this satisfaction； Mr Hornblower ？ I understand there were a few hasty words over wine and cards。'
'Mr Simpson accused me of cheating； sir； before witnesses who were not officers of this ship。'
That was the point。 The witnesses were not members of the ship's pany。 If Hornblower had chosen to disregard Simpson's words as the ramblings of a drunken ill…tempered man； they might have passed unnoticed。 But as he had taken the stand he did； there could be no hushing it up now； and Hornblower knew it。
'Even so； there can be satisfaction without a duel； Mr Hornblower。'
'If Mr Simpson will make me a full apology before the same gentlemen； I would be satisfied； sir。'
Simpson was no coward。 He would die rather than submit to such a formal humiliation。
'I see。 Now I understand you are insisting on rather unusual conditions for the duel？'
'There are precedents for it； sir。 As the insulted party I can choose any conditions which are not unfair。'
'You sound like a sea lawyer to me； Mr Hornblower。'
The hint was sufficient to tell Hornblower that he had verged upon being too glib； and he resolved in future to bridle his tongue。 He stood silent and waited for Masters to resume the conversation。
'You are determined； then； Mr Hornblower； to continue with this murderous business？'
'Yes； sir。'
'The captain has given me further orders to attend the duel in person； because of the strange conditions on which you insist。 I must inform you that I shall request the seconds to arrange for that。'
'Yes； sir。'
'Very good； then； Mr Homblower。'
Masters looked at Hornblower as he dismissed him even more keenly than he had done when Hornblower first came on board。 He was looking for signs of weakness or wavering…indeed； he was looking for any signs of human feeling at all…but he could detect none。 Hornblower had reached a decision； he had weighed all the pros and cons； and his logical mind told him that having decided in cold blood upon a course of action it would be folly to allow himself to be influenced subsequently by untrustworthy emotions。 The conditions of the duel on which he was insisting were mathematically advantageous。 If he had once considered with favour escaping from Simpson's persecution by a voluntary death it was surely a gain to take an even chance of escaping from it without dying。 Similarly； if Simpson were （as he almost certainly was） a better swordsman and a better pistol shot than him； the even chance was again mathematically advantageous。 There was nothing to regret about his recent actions。
All very well； mathematically the conclusions were irrefutable； but Hornblower was surprised to find that mathematics were not everything。 Repeatedly during that dreary afternoon and evening Hornblower found himself suddenly gulping with anxiety as the realization came to him afresh that to…morrow morning he would be risking his life on the spin of a coin。 One chance out of two and he would be dead； his consciousness at an end； his flesh cold； and the world； almost unbelievably； would be going on without him。 The thought sent a shiver through him despite himself。 And he had plenty of time for these reflections； for the convention that forbade him from encountering his destined opponent before the moment of the duel kept him necessarily in isolation； as far as isolation could be found on the crowded decks of the Justinian。 He slung his hammock that night in a depressed mood； feeling unnaturally tired； and he undressed in the clammy； stuffy dampness of the 'tweendecks feeling more than usually cold。 He hugged the blankets round himself； yearning to relax in their warmth； but relaxation would not e。 Time after time as he began to drift off to sleep he woke again tense and anxious； full of thoughts of the morrow。 He turned over wearily a dozen times； hearing the ship's bell ring out each half hour； feeling a growing contempt at his cowardice。 He told himself in the end that it was as well that his fate to…morrow depended upon pure chance； for if he had to rely upon steadiness of hand and eye he would be dead for certain after a night like this。
That conclusion presumably helped him to go to sleep for the last hour or two of the night； for he awoke with a start to find Danvers shaking him。
'Five bells；' said Danvers。 'Dawn in an hour。 Rise and shine！'
Hornblower slid out of his hammock and stood in his shirt； the 'tweendecks was nearly dark and Danvers was almost invisible。
'Number One's letting us have the second cutter；' said Danvers。 'Masters and Simpson and that lot are going first in the launch。 Here's Preston。'
Another shadowy figure loomed up in the darkness。
'Hellish cold；' said Preston。 'The devil of a morning to turn out。 Nelson； where's that tea？'
The mess attendant came with it as Hornblower was hauling on his trousers。 It maddened Hornblower that he shivered enough in the cold for the cup to clatter in the saucer as he took it。 But the tea was grateful； and Hornblower drank it eagerly。
'Give me another cup；' he said； and was proud of himself that he could think about tea at that moment。
It was still dark as they went down into the cutter。
'Shove off；' said the coxswain； and the boat pushed off from the ship's side。 There was a keen cold wind blowing which filled the dipping