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The Frenchman swore under his breath. He was very unhappy, for he was positive that when the sun rose the next morning it would look down upon a dead Tarzan. It grated upon him to see Tarzan so unconcerned.
āThis is a most uncivilized hour for people to kill each other,ā remarked the ape-man when he had been routed out of a comfortable bed in the blackness of the early morning hours. He had slept well, and so it seemed that his head scarcely touched the pillow ere his man deferentially aroused him. His remark was addressed to DāArnot, who stood fully dressed in the doorway of Tarzanās bedroom.
DāArnot had scarcely slept at all during the night. He was nervous, and therefore inclined to be irritable.
āI presume you slept like a baby all night,ā he said.
Tarzan laughed. āFrom your tone, Paul, I infer that you rather harbor the fact against me. I could not help it, really.ā
āNo, Jean; it is not that,ā replied DāArnot, himself smiling. āBut you take the entire matter with such infernal indifferenceā āit is exasperating. One would think that you were going out to shoot at a target, rather than to face one of the best shots in France.ā
Tarzan shrugged his shoulders. āI am going out to expiate a great wrong, Paul. A very necessary feature of the expiation is the marksmanship of my opponent. Wherefore, then, should I be dissatisfied? Have you not yourself told me that Count de Coude is a splendid marksman?ā
āYou mean that you hope to be killed?ā exclaimed DāArnot, in horror.
āI cannot say that I hope to be; but you must admit that there is little reason to believe that I shall not be killed.ā
Had DāArnot known the thing that was in the ape-manās mindā āthat had been in his mind almost from the first intimation that De Coude would call him to account on the field of honorā āhe would have been even more horrified than he was.
In silence they entered DāArnotās great car, and in similar silence they sped over the dim road that leads to Etamps. Each man was occupied with his own thoughts. DāArnotās were very mournful, for he was genuinely fond of Tarzan. The great friendship which had sprung up between these two men whose lives and training had been so widely different had but been strengthened by association, for they were both men to whom the same high ideals of manhood, of personal courage, and of honor appealed with equal force. They could understand one another, and each could be proud of the friendship of the other.
Tarzan of the Apes was wrapped in thoughts of the past; pleasant memories of the happier occasions of his lost jungle life. He recalled the countless boyhood hours that he had spent cross-legged upon the table in his dead fatherās cabin, his little brown body bent over one of the fascinating picture books from which, unaided, he had gleaned the secret of the printed language long before the sounds of human speech fell upon his ears. A smile of contentment softened his strong face as he thought of that day of days that he had had alone with Jane Porter in the heart of his primeval forest.
Presently his reminiscences were broken in upon by the stopping of the carā āthey were at their destination. Tarzanās mind returned to the affairs of the moment. He knew that he was about to die, but there was no fear of death in him. To a denizen of the cruel jungle death is a commonplace. The first law of nature compels them to cling tenaciously to lifeā āto fight for it; but it does not teach them to fear death.
DāArnot and Tarzan were first upon the field of honor. A moment later De Coude, Monsieur Flaubert, and a third gentleman arrived. The last was introduced to DāArnot and Tarzan; he was a physician.
DāArnot and Monsieur Flaubert spoke together in whispers for a brief time. The Count de Coude and Tarzan stood apart at opposite sides of the field. Presently the seconds summoned them. DāArnot and Monsieur Flaubert had examined both pistols. The two men who were to face each other a moment later stood silently while Monsieur Flaubert recited the conditions they were to observe.
They were to stand back to back. At a signal from Monsieur Flaubert they were to walk in opposite directions, their pistols hanging by their sides. When each had proceeded ten paces DāArnot was to give the final signalā āthen they were to turn and fire at will until one fell, or each had expended the three shots allowed.
While Monsieur Flaubert spoke Tarzan selected a cigarette from his case, and lighted it. De Coude was the personification of coolnessā āwas he not the best shot in France?
Presently Monsieur Flaubert nodded to DāArnot, and each man placed his principal in position.
āAre you quite ready, gentlemen?ā asked Monsieur Flaubert.
āQuite,ā replied De Coude.
Tarzan nodded. Monsieur Flaubert gave the signal. He and DāArnot stepped back a few paces to be out of the line of fire as the men paced slowly apart. Six! Seven! Eight! There were tears in DāArnotās eyes. He loved Tarzan very much. Nine! Another pace, and the poor lieutenant gave the signal he so hated to give. To him it sounded the doom of his best friend.
Quickly De Coude wheeled and fired. Tarzan gave a little start. His pistol still dangled at his side. De Coude hesitated, as though waiting to see his antagonist crumple to the ground. The Frenchman was too experienced a marksman not to know that he had scored a hit. Still Tarzan made no move to raise his pistol. De Coude fired once more, but the attitude of the ape-manā āthe utter indifference that was so apparent in every line of the nonchalant ease of his giant figure, and the even unruffled puffing of his cigaretteā āhad disconcerted the best marksman in France. This time Tarzan did not start, but again De Coude knew that he had hit.
Suddenly the explanation leaped to his mindā āhis
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