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