the two enemies stood glaring at one another for a long silent moment. each had a rifle in his hand, each had hate in his heart and murder uppermost in his mind. the chance had come to give full play to the passions of a lifetime. but a man who has been brought up under the code of a restraining civilization cannot easily nerve himself to shoot down his neighbour in cold blood and without word spoken, except for an offence against his hearth and honour. and before the moment of hesitation had given way to action a deed of natures own violence overwhelmed them both. a fierce shriek of the storm had been answered by a splitting crash over their heads, and ere they could leap aside a mass of falling beech tree had thundered down on them. ulrich von gradwitz found himself stretched on the ground, one arm numb beneath him and the other held almost as helplessly in a tight tangle of forked branches, while both legs were pinned beneath the fallen mass. his heavy shooting - boots had saved his feet from being crushed to pieces, but if his fractures were not as serious as they might have been, at least it was evident that he could not move from his present position till some one came to release him. the descending twig had slashed the skin of his face, and he had to wink away some drops of blood from his eyelashes before he could take in a general view of the disaster. at his side, so near that under ordinary circumstances he could almost have touched him, lay georg znaeym, alive and struggling, but obviously as helplessly pinioned down as himself. all round them lay a thick - strewn wreckage of splintered branches and broken twigs.
relief at being alive and exasperation at his captive plight brought a strange medley of pious thank - offerings and sharp curses to ulrichs lips. georg, who was nearly blinded with the blood which trickled across his eyes, stopped his struggling for a moment to listen, and then gave a short, snarling laugh. \so youre not killed, as you ought to be. but youre caught, anyway,\ he cried, \caught fast. ho, what a jest, ulrich von gradwitz snared in his stolen forest. theres real justice for you.\
and he laughed again, mockingly and savagely.
\im caught in my own forest - land,\ retorted ulrich, \when my men come to release us you will wish, perhaps, that you were in a better plight than caught poaching on a neighbours land, shame on you.\
georg was silent for a moment; then he answered quietly:
\are you sure that your men will find much to release? i have men, too, in the forest - to - night, close behind me, and they will be here first and do the releasing. when they drag me out from under these damned branches it wont need much clumsiness on their part to roll this mass of trunk right over the top of you. your men will find you dead under a fallen beech tree. for forms sake i shall send my condolences to your family.\
\it is a useful hint,\ said ulrich fiercely. \my men had orders to follow in ten minutes time, seven of which must have gone by already, and when they get me out - i will remember the hint. only as you will have met your death poaching on my lands i dont think i can decently send any message of condolence to your family.\
\good,\ snarled georg, \good. we fight this quarrel out to the death, you and i and our foresters, with no cursed interlopers to come between us. death and damnation to you, ulrich von gradwitz.\
he same to you, georg znaeym, forest - thief, game - snatcher.\
both men spoke with the bitterness of possible defeat before them, for each knew that it might be long before his men would seek him out or find him; it was a bare matter of chance which party would arrive first on the scene.
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the two enemies stood glaring at one another for a long silent moment. each had a rifle in his hand, each had hate in his heart and murder uppermost in his mind. the chance had come to give full play to the passions of a lifetime. but a man who has been brought up under the code of a restraining civilization cannot easily nerve himself to shoot down his neighbour in cold blood and without word spoken, except for an offence against his hearth and honour. and before the moment of hesitation had given way to action a deed of natures own violence overwhelmed them both. a fierce shriek of the storm had been answered by a splitting crash over their heads, and ere they could leap aside a mass of falling beech tree had thundered down on them. ulrich von gradwitz found himself stretched on the ground, one arm numb beneath him and the other held almost as helplessly in a tight tangle of forked branches, while both legs were pinned beneath the fallen mass. his heavy shooting - boots had saved his feet from being crushed to pieces, but if his fractures were not as serious as they might have been, at least it was evident that he could not move from his present position till some one came to release him. the descending twig had slashed the skin of his face, and he had to wink away some drops of blood from his eyelashes before he could take in a general view of the disaster. at his side, so near that under ordinary circumstances he could almost have touched him, lay georg znaeym, alive and struggling, but obviously as helplessly pinioned down as himself. all round them lay a thick - strewn wreckage of splintered branches and broken twigs.
relief at being alive and exasperation at his captive plight brought a strange medley of pious thank - offerings and sharp curses to ulrichs lips. georg, who was nearly blinded with the blood which trickled across his eyes, stopped his struggling for a moment to listen, and then gave a short, snarling laugh. \so youre not killed, as you ought to be. but youre caught, anyway,\ he cried, \caught fast. ho, what a jest, ulrich von gradwitz snared in his stolen forest. theres real justice for you.\
and he laughed again, mockingly and savagely.
\im caught in my own forest - land,\ retorted ulrich, \when my men come to release us you will wish, perhaps, that you were in a better plight than caught poaching on a neighbours land, shame on you.\
georg was silent for a moment; then he answered quietly:
\are you sure that your men will find much to release? i have men, too, in the forest - to - night, close behind me, and they will be here first and do the releasing. when they drag me out from under these damned branches it wont need much clumsiness on their part to roll this mass of trunk right over the top of you. your men will find you dead under a fallen beech tree. for forms sake i shall send my condolences to your family.\
\it is a useful hint,\ said ulrich fiercely. \my men had orders to follow in ten minutes time, seven of which must have gone by already, and when they get me out - i will remember the hint. only as you will have met your death poaching on my lands i dont think i can decently send any message of condolence to your family.\
\good,\ snarled georg, \good. we fight this quarrel out to the death, you and i and our foresters, with no cursed interlopers to come between us. death and damnation to you, ulrich von gradwitz.\
	he same to you, georg znaeym, forest - thief, game - snatcher.\
both men spoke with the bitterness of possible defeat before them, for each knew that it might be long before his men would seek him out or find him; it was a bare matter of chance which party would arrive first on the scene.
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# Brief Explanations:
The two enemies, who were ready to kill each other, get trapped together by a falling tree. This situation is ironic because their circumstances (being trapped together after intending to harm each other) are the opposite of what was expected, which fits the definition of situational irony.
# Answer:
situational irony

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