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作者:击水三千      更新:2021-02-18 22:45      字数:9321
  the direction of the forest at its farther edge。
  For another hour the battle raged nor did it cease until the last of the
  Abyssinians   lay   dead   upon   the   ground;   or   had   galloped   off   toward   the
  north in flight。 But a handful of men escaped; among them Abdul Mourak。
  The victorious raiders collected about the pile of golden ingots which
  the Abyssinians had uncovered; and there awaited the return of their leader。
  Their exultation was slightly tempered by the glimpse they had had of the
  strange apparition of the naked white man galloping away upon the horse
  of   one   of   their   foemen   and   carrying   a   companion   who   was   now   among
  them expatiating upon the superhuman strength of the ape…man。 None of
  them there but was familiar with the name and fame of Tarzan of the Apes;
  and   the   fact   that   they   had   recognized   the   white   giant   as   the   ferocious
  enemy of the wrongdoers of the jungle; added to their terror; for they had
  been assured that Tarzan was dead。
  Naturally     superstitious;    they   fully   believed    that  they   had   seen    the
  disembodied   spirit   of   the   dead   man;   and   now   they   cast   fearful   glances
  about   them  in   expectation of the ghost's   early  return   to   the scene  of   the
  ruin they had inflicted upon him during their recent raid upon his home;
  and discussed in affrighted whispers the probable nature of the vengeance
  which the spirit would inflict upon them should he return to find them in
  possession of his gold。
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  As they conversed their terror grew; while from the concealment of the
  reeds along the   river below them  a small party  of naked; black   warriors
  watched their every move。           From the heights beyond the river these black
  men had heard the noise of the conflict; and creeping warily down to the
  stream had forded it and advanced through the reeds until they were in a
  position to watch every move of the combatants。
  For a half hour the raiders awaited Achmet Zek's return; their fear of
  the   earlier   return   of   the   ghost  of   Tarzan   constantly   undermining   their
  loyalty   to   and   fear   of   their   chief。 Finally   one   among   them   voiced   the
  desires of all when he announced that he intended riding forth toward the
  forest in search of Achmet Zek。 Instantly every man of them sprang to his
  mount。
  〃The     gold   will   be   safe  here;〃    cried   one。    〃We     have   killed   the
  Abyssinians   and   there   are   no   others   to   carry   it   away。  Let   us   ride   in
  search of Achmet Zek!〃
  And a moment later; amidst a cloud of dust; the raiders were galloping
  madly across the plain; and out from the concealment of the reeds along
  the river; crept a party of black warriors toward the spot where the golden
  ingots of Opar lay piled on the ground。
  Werper had still been in advance of Achmet Zek when he reached the
  forest; but the latter; better mounted; was gaining upon him。                Riding with
  the reckless courage of desperation the Belgian urged his mount to greater
  speed even within the narrow confines of the winding; game trail that the
  beast was following。
  Behind him he could hear the voice of Achmet Zek crying to him to
  halt; but Werper only dug the spurs deeper into the bleeding sides of his
  panting mount。        Two hundred yards within the forest a broken branch lay
  across the trail。     It was a small thing that a horse might ordinarily take in
  his   natural   stride   without   noticing   its   presence;   but   Werper's   horse   was
  jaded;    his  feet  were    heavy    with   weariness;    and   as  the   branch   caught
  between   his   front   legs   he   stumbled;   was   unable   to   recover   himself;   and
  went down; sprawling in the trail。
  Werper; going over his head; rolled a few yards farther on; scrambled
  to his feet and ran back。        Seizing the reins he tugged to drag the beast to
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  his   feet;   but   the   animal   would   not   or   could   not   rise;   and   as   the   Belgian
  cursed and struck at him; Achmet Zek appeared in view。
  Instantly  the   Belgian   ceased   his   efforts   with   the   dying   animal   at   his
  feet;   and   seizing    his  rifle;  dropped     behind    the  horse    and   fired  at  the
  oncoming Arab。
  His    bullet;   going    low;   struck    Achmet     Zek's    horse    in  the   breast;
  bringing him down a hundred yards from where Werper lay preparing to
  fire a second shot。
  The Arab; who had gone down with his mount; was standing astride
  him;   and   seeing   the   Belgian's   strategic   position   behind   his   fallen   horse;
  lost no time in taking up a similar one behind his own。
  And   there   the   two   lay;   alternately   firing   at   and   cursing   each   other;
  while from behind the Arab; Tarzan of the Apes approached to the edge of
  the    forest。   Here     he   heard   the   occasional     shots   of   the  duelists;   and
  choosing      the   safer   and   swifter   avenue     of  the   forest   branches     to  the
  uncertain transportation afforded by a half…broken Abyssinian pony; took
  to the trees。
  Keeping to one side of the trail; the ape…man came presently to a point
  where he could look down in comparative safety upon the fighters。                       First
  one and then the other would partially raise himself above his breastwork
  of horseflesh; fire his weapon and immediately drop flat behind his shelter;
  where he would reload and repeat the act a moment later。
  Werper had but little ammunition; having been hastily armed by Abdul
  Mourak   from   the   body   of   one   of   the   first   of   the   Abyssinians   who   had
  fallen in the fight about the pile of ingots; and now he realized that soon he
  would have used his last bullet; and be at the mercy of the Araba mercy
  with which he was well acquainted。
  Facing   both   death   and   despoilment   of   his   treasure;   the   Belgian   cast
  about for some plan of escape; and the only one that appealed to him as
  containing even a remote possibility of success hinged upon the chance of
  bribing Achmet Zek。
  Werper had fired all but a single cartridge; when; during a lull in the
  fighting; he called aloud to his opponent。
  〃Achmet   Zek;〃   he   cried;   〃Allah   alone   knows   which   one   of   us   may
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  leave our bones to rot where he lies upon this trail today if we keep up our
  foolish battle。     You wish the contents of the pouch I wear about my waist;
  and I wish my life and my liberty even more than I do the jewels。                     Let us
  each; then; take that which he most desires and go our separate ways in
  peace。     I will lay the pouch upon the carcass of my horse; where you may
  see   it;   and   you;   in   turn;   will   lay   your   gun   upon   your   horse;   with   butt
  toward me。       Then I will go away; leaving the pouch to you; and you will
  let me go in safety。       I want only my life; and my freedom。〃
  The Arab thought in silence for a moment。                Then he spoke。 His reply
  was influenced by the fact that he had expended his last shot。
  〃Go   your   way;   then;〃   he   growled;   〃leaving   the   pouch   in   plain   sight
  behind you。       See; I lay my gun thus; with the butt toward you。               Go。〃
  Werper   removed   the   pouch   from   about   his   waist。   Sorrowfully   and
  affectionately   he   let   his   fingers   press   the   hard   outlines   of   the   contents。
  Ah;    if  he  could    extract   a  little  handful    of  the   precious    stones!    But
  Achmet Zek was standing now; his eagle eyes commanding a plain view
  of the Belgian and his every act。
  Regretfully Werper laid the pouch; its contents undisturbed; upon the
  body of his horse; rose; and taking his rifle with him; backed slowly down
  the trail until a turn hid him from the view of the watchful Arab。
  Even   then Achmet   Zek   did   not   advance;   fearful   as   he   was   of   some
  such     treachery    as   he   himself    might    have    been    guilty   of  under    like
  circumstances;   nor   were   his   suspicions   groundless;   for   the   Belgian;   no
  sooner had he passed out of the range of the Arab's vision; halted behind
  the bole of a tree; where he still commanded an unobstructed view of his
  dead horse and the pouch; and raising his rifle