years after he had thus betrayed me--that is to say, in 1749, at
Warsaw.

I there met him by chance, and it is not difficult to imagine what
was the salutation he received. I caned him; he took this ill, and
challenged me to fight with pistols. Captain Heucking, of the
Polish guards, was my second. We both fired together; I shot him
through the neck at the first shot, and he fell dead on the field.

He alone, of all my enemies, ever died by my own hand; and he well
merited his end, for his cowardly treachery towards the two brave
fellows of whom I have spoken; and still more so with respect to
myself, who had been his benefactor. I own, I have never reproached
myself for this duel, by which I sent a rascal out of the world.

I return to my tale. My destiny at Glatz was now become more
untoward and severe. The King's suspicions were increased, as
likewise was his anger, by this my late attempt to escape.

Left to myself, I considered my situation in the worst point of
view, and determined either on flight or death. The length and
closeness of my confinement became insupportable to my impatient
temper.

I had always had the garrison on my side, nor was it possible to
prevent my making friends among them. They knew I had money, and,
in a poor garrison regiment, the officers of which are all
dissatisfied, having most of them been drafted from other corps, and
sent thither as a punishment, there was nothing that might not be
undertaken.