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"
Keep
a
civil
tongue
in
your
head
,
"
cried
the
young
man
,
his
face
paling
in
anger
,
at
the
insulting
tone
of
the
sailor
.
"
You
've
murdered
our
officers
and
robbed
us
.
We
are
absolutely
in
your
power
,
but
you
'll
treat
Professor
Porter
and
Miss
Porter
with
respect
or
I
'll
break
that
vile
neck
of
yours
with
my
bare
hands
--
guns
or
no
guns
,
"
and
the
young
fellow
stepped
so
close
to
the
rat-faced
sailor
that
the
latter
,
though
he
bore
two
revolvers
and
a
villainous
looking
knife
in
his
belt
,
slunk
back
abashed
.
"
You
damned
coward
,
"
cried
the
young
man
.
"
You
'd
never
dare
shoot
a
man
until
his
back
was
turned
.
You
do
n't
dare
shoot
me
even
then
,
"
and
he
deliberately
turned
his
back
full
upon
the
sailor
and
walked
nonchalantly
away
as
if
to
put
him
to
the
test
.
The
sailor
's
hand
crept
slyly
to
the
butt
of
one
of
his
revolvers
;
his
wicked
eyes
glared
vengefully
at
the
retreating
form
of
the
young
Englishman
.
The
gaze
of
his
fellows
was
upon
him
,
but
still
he
hesitated
.
At
heart
he
was
even
a
greater
coward
than
Mr.
William
Cecil
Clayton
had
imagined
.
Two
keen
eyes
had
watched
every
move
of
the
party
from
the
foliage
of
a
nearby
tree
.
Tarzan
had
seen
the
surprise
caused
by
his
notice
,
and
while
he
could
understand
nothing
of
the
spoken
language
of
these
strange
people
their
gestures
and
facial
expressions
told
him
much
.
The
act
of
the
little
rat-faced
sailor
in
killing
one
of
his
comrades
had
aroused
a
strong
dislike
in
Tarzan
,
and
now
that
he
saw
him
quarreling
with
the
fine-looking
young
man
his
animosity
was
still
further
stirred
.
Tarzan
had
never
seen
the
effects
of
a
firearm
before
,
though
his
books
had
taught
him
something
of
them
,
but
when
he
saw
the
rat-faced
one
fingering
the
butt
of
his
revolver
he
thought
of
the
scene
he
had
witnessed
so
short
a
time
before
,
and
naturally
expected
to
see
the
young
man
murdered
as
had
been
the
huge
sailor
earlier
in
the
day
.
So
Tarzan
fitted
a
poisoned
arrow
to
his
bow
and
drew
a
bead
upon
the
rat-faced
sailor
,
but
the
foliage
was
so
thick
that
he
soon
saw
the
arrow
would
be
deflected
by
the
leaves
or
some
small
branch
,
and
instead
he
launched
a
heavy
spear
from
his
lofty
perch
.
Clayton
had
taken
but
a
dozen
steps
.
The
rat-faced
sailor
had
half
drawn
his
revolver
;
the
other
sailors
stood
watching
the
scene
intently
.
Professor
Porter
had
already
disappeared
into
the
jungle
,
whither
he
was
being
followed
by
the
fussy
Samuel
T.
Philander
,
his
secretary
and
assistant
.
