A SLANDER1 travelling rapidly through the land upon its joyous2
mission was accosted3 by a Retraction4 and commanded to halt and be
killed.
"Your career of mischief5 is at an end," said the Retraction,
drawing his club, rolling up his sleeves, and spitting on his
hands.
"Why should you slay6 me?" protested the Slander. "Whatever my
intentions were, I have been innocuous, for you have dogged my
strides and counteracted7 my influence."
"Dogged your grandmother!" said the Retraction, with contemptuous
vulgarity of speech. "In the order of nature it is appointed that
we two shall never travel the same road."
"How then," the Slander asked, triumphantly8, "have you overtaken
me?"
"I have not," replied the Retraction; "we have accidentally met. I
came round the world the other way."
But when he tried to execute his fell purpose he found that in the
order of nature it was appointed that he himself perish miserably9
in the encounter.
