The Count de Coude and Tarzan stood apart at opposite sides of
the field. Presently the seconds summoned them. D'Arnot 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 D'Arnot was to give the
final signal--then 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
coolness--was he not the best shot in France?
Presently Monsieur Flaubert nodded to D'Arnot, and each man placed his
principal in position.
"Are you quite ready, gentlemen?" asked Monsieur Flaubert.
"Quite," replied De Coude.
Tarzan nodded. Monsieur Flaubert gave the signal. He and D'Arnot
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 D'Arnot's
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-man--the utter indifference that was so
apparent in every line of the nonchalant ease of his giant figure, and
the even unruffled puffing of his cigarette--had 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 mind--his antagonist was coolly
taking these terrible chances in the hope that he would receive no
staggering wound from any of De Coude's three shots. Then he would
take his own time about shooting De Coude down deliberately, coolly,
and in cold blood. A little shiver ran up the Frenchman's spine. It
was fiendish--diabolical. What manner of creature was
I do not know what I should have done, had I not found you.Page 19
"Tarzan," he repeated, musingly.Page 44
Now he could not watch Tarzan, but he was sure that the man sat for a long time looking at him.Page 50
Again and again it rose and fell, and each time the long blade of the knife buried itself in the thing beneath the blankets.Page 65
Her perfect arm pressed Tarzan closer to her--a smile parted her lips and then she awoke, and slowly the smile faded and her eyes went wide in horror as the significance of the death chant impinged upon her understanding.Page 77
It was large enough to permit the passage of his body, and assured as he was that Lady Greystoke had passed out through the aperture in an attempt to escape the village, he lost no time in availing himself of the same avenue; but neither did he lose time in a fruitless search for Jane Clayton.Page 82
And now it happened that Abdul Mourak had halted for a short rest at noon upon this very day and along the same trail that Werper and Mugambi were following toward the east.Page 94
And so it was that a day or so after Mugambi had disappeared, Werper asked for an audience with Abdul Mourak.Page 97
Satisfied at last that his belongings.Page 104
escape to follow Werper and the Arab chief.Page 109
His way had led him through a country with which he was unfamiliar, a jungle country in which he could find no water, and but little food, so that after several days of wandering he found himself so reduced in strength that he could barely drag himself along.Page 114
She must wait then, in what patience she could command, until Numa had eaten and digested the ape, when, without doubt, he would return to feast upon her, unless, in the meantime, the dread hyenas should discover her, or some other of the numerous prowling carnivora of the jungle.Page 115
He saw her roll over upon her side away from him, and then her eyes were turned again toward him, and the cold sweat broke from the girl's every pore as she realized that with life almost within her grasp, death had found her out.Page 124
"Leave me or I shall call M.Page 136
Today was gone.Page 139
The blow shattered your memory.Page 141
In an instant the ape-man was down and a dozen black soldiers were upon his back.Page 142
Tarzan had gauged the measure of the man's culture from the nature and quality of his conversation during the march, and he rested the success of his reply upon the estimate he had made.Page 144
The girl could see his great frame silhouetted against the lurid glare of the flames, and she guessed from the quick, nervous movements of the man that he was afraid.