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 father'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 car--they were at their destination. Tarzan'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 life--to fight for it; but it does
not teach them to fear death.

D'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 D'Arnot and Tarzan; he was a physician.

D'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. D'Arnot