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class="calibre1">When they were again alone Dā€™Arnot looked quizzically at Tarzan.

ā€œWell?ā€ he said.

ā€œNow to my sins I must add murder, or else myself be killed,ā€ said Tarzan. ā€œI am progressing rapidly in the ways of my civilized brothers.ā€

ā€œWhat weapons shall you select?ā€ asked Dā€™Arnot. ā€œDe Coude is accredited with being a master with the sword, and a splendid shot.ā€

ā€œI might then choose poisoned arrows at twenty paces, or spears at the same distance,ā€ laughed Tarzan. ā€œMake it pistols, Paul.ā€

ā€œHe will kill you, Jean.ā€

ā€œI have no doubt of it,ā€ replied Tarzan. ā€œI must die some day.ā€

ā€œWe had better make it swords,ā€ said Dā€™Arnot. ā€œHe will be satisfied with wounding you, and there is less danger of a mortal wound.ā€ ā€œPistols,ā€ said Tarzan, with finality.

Dā€™Arnot tried to argue him out of it, but without avail, so pistols it was.

Dā€™Arnot returned from his conference with Monsieur Flaubert shortly after four.

ā€œIt is all arranged,ā€ he said. ā€œEverything is satisfactory. Tomorrow morning at daylightā€”there is a secluded spot on the road not far from Etamps. For some personal reason Monsieur Flaubert preferred it. I did not demur.ā€

ā€œGood!ā€ was Tarzanā€™s only comment. He did not refer to the matter again even indirectly. That night he wrote several letters before he retired. After sealing and addressing them he placed them all in an envelope addressed to Dā€™Arnot. As he undressed Dā€™Arnot heard him humming a music-hall ditty.

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.

ā€œThis 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 Dā€™Arnot, who stood fully dressed in the doorway of Tarzanā€™s bedroom.

Dā€™Arnot had scarcely slept at all during the night. He was nervous, and therefore inclined to be irritable.

ā€œI presume you slept like a baby all night,ā€ he said.

Tarzan laughed. ā€œFrom your tone, Paul, I infer that you rather harbor the fact against me. I could not help it, really.ā€

ā€œNo, Jean; it is not that,ā€ replied Dā€™Arnot, himself smiling. ā€œBut you take the entire matter with such infernal indifferenceā€”it 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. ā€œI 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€

ā€œYou mean that you hope to be killed?ā€ exclaimed Dā€™Arnot, in horror.

ā€œI 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 Dā€™Arnot known the thing that was in the ape-manā€™s mindā€”that had been in his mind almost from the first intimation that De Coude would call him to account on the field of honorā€”he would have been even more horrified than he was.

In silence they entered Dā€™Arnotā€™s great car, and in similar silence they sped over the dim road that leads to Etamps. Each man was occupied with his own thoughts. Dā€™Arnotā€™s 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 fatherā€™s 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€”they were at their destination. Tarzanā€™s 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€”to fight for it; but it does not teach them to fear death.

Dā€™Arnot 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 Dā€™Arnot and Tarzan; he was a physician.

Dā€™Arnot 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. Dā€™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 Dā€™Arnot was to give the final signalā€”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 coolnessā€”was he not the best shot in France?

Presently Monsieur Flaubert nodded to Dā€™Arnot, and each man placed his principal in position.

ā€œAre you quite ready, gentlemen?ā€ asked Monsieur Flaubert.

ā€œQuite,ā€ replied De Coude.

Tarzan nodded. Monsieur Flaubert gave the signal. He and Dā€™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 Dā€™Arnotā€™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-manā€”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 cigaretteā€”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 mindā€”his antagonist was coolly taking these terrible chances in the hope that he would receive no staggering wound from any of De Coudeā€™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 Frenchmanā€™s spine. It was fiendishā€”diabolical. What manner of creature was this that could stand complacently with two bullets in him, waiting for the third?

And so De Coude took careful aim this time, but his nerve was gone, and he made a clean miss. Not once had Tarzan raised his pistol hand from where it hung beside his leg.

For a moment the two stood looking straight into each otherā€™s eyes. On Tarzanā€™s face was a pathetic expression of disappointment. On De Coudeā€™s a rapidly growing expression of horrorā€”yes, of terror.

He could endure it no longer.

ā€œMother of God! Monsieurā€”shoot!ā€ he screamed.

But Tarzan did not raise his pistol. Instead, he advanced toward De Coude, and when Dā€™Arnot and Monsieur Flaubert, misinterpreting his intention, would have rushed between them, he raised his left hand in a sign of remonstrance.

ā€œDo not fear,ā€ he said to them, ā€œI shall not harm him.ā€

It was most unusual, but they halted. Tarzan advanced until he was quite close to De Coude.

ā€œThere must have been something wrong with monsieurā€™s pistol,ā€ he said. ā€œOr monsieur is unstrung. Take mine, monsieur, and try again,ā€ and Tarzan offered his pistol, butt foremost, to the astonished De Coude.

ā€œMON DIEU, monsieur!ā€ cried the latter. ā€œAre you mad?ā€

ā€œNo, my friend,ā€ replied the ape-man; ā€œbut I deserve to die. It is the only way in which I may atone for the wrong I have done a very good woman. Take my pistol and do as I bid.ā€

ā€œIt would be murder,ā€ replied De Coude. ā€œBut what wrong did you do my wife? She swore to me thatā€”ā€

ā€œI do not mean that,ā€ said Tarzan quickly. ā€œYou saw all the wrong that passed between us. But that was enough to cast a shadow upon her name, and to ruin the happiness of a man against whom I had no enmity. The fault was all mine, and so I hoped to die for it this morning. I am disappointed that monsieur is not so wonderful a marksman as I had been led to believe.ā€

ā€œYou say that the fault was all yours?ā€ asked De Coude eagerly.

ā€œAll mine, monsieur. Your wife is a very pure woman. She loves only you. The fault that you saw was all mine. The thing that brought me there was no fault of either the Countess de Coude or myself. Here is a paper which will quite positively demonstrate that,ā€ and Tarzan drew from his pocket the statement Rokoff had written and signed.

De Coude took it and read. Dā€™Arnot and Monsieur Flaubert had drawn near. They were interested spectators of this strange ending of a strange duel. None spoke until De Coude had quite finished, then he looked up at Tarzan.

ā€œYou are a very brave and chivalrous gentleman,ā€ he said. ā€œI thank God that I did not kill you.ā€

De Coude was a Frenchman. Frenchmen are impulsive. He threw his arms about Tarzan and embraced him. Monsieur Flaubert embraced Dā€™Arnot. There was no one to embrace the doctor. So possibly it was pique which prompted him to interfere, and demand that he be permitted to dress Tarzanā€™s wounds.

ā€œThis gentleman was hit once at least,ā€ he said. ā€œPossibly thrice.ā€

ā€œTwice,ā€ said Tarzan. ā€œOnce in the left shoulder, and again in the left sideā€”both flesh wounds, I think.ā€ But the doctor insisted upon stretching him upon the sward, and tinkering with him until the wounds were cleansed and the flow of blood checked.

One result of the duel was that they all rode back to Paris together in Dā€™Arnotā€™s car, the best of friends. De Coude was so relieved to have had this double assurance of his wifeā€™s loyalty that he felt no rancor at all toward Tarzan. It is true that the latter had assumed much more of the fault than was rightly his, but if he lied a little he may be excused, for he lied in the service of a woman, and he lied like a gentleman.

The ape-man was confined to his bed for several days. He felt that it was foolish and unnecessary, but the doctor and Dā€™Arnot took

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