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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 covered the spot where the
other's body must appear when he came forward to seize the treasure。
But Achmet Zek was no fool to expose himself to the blackened honor
of a thief and a murderer。 Taking his long gun with him； he left the trail；
entering the rank and tangled vegetation which walled it； and crawling
slowly forward on hands and knees he paralleled the trail； but never for an
instant was his body exposed to the rifle of the hidden assassin。
Thus Achmet Zek advanced until he had come opposite the dead horse
of his enemy。 The pouch lay there in full view； while a short distance
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along the trail； Werper waited in growing impatience and nervousness；
wondering why the Arab did not come to claim his reward。
Presently he saw the muzzle of a rifle appear suddenly and
mysteriously a few inches above the pouch； and before he could realize
the cunning trick that the Arab had played upon him the sight of the
weapon was adroitly hooked into the rawhide thong which formed the
carrying strap of the pouch； and the latter was drawn quickly from his
view into the dense foliage at the trail's side。
Not for an instant had the raider exposed a square inch of his body； and
Werper dared not fire his one remaining shot unless every chance of a
successful hit was in his favor。
Chuckling to himself； Achmet Zek withdrew a few paces farther into
the jungle； for he was as positive that Werper was waiting nearby for a
chance to pot him as though his eyes had penetrated the jungle trees to the
figure of the hiding Belgian； fingering his rifle behind the bole of the
buttressed giant。
Werper did not dare advancehis cupidity would not permit him to
depart； and so he stood there； his rifle ready in his hands； his eyes
watching the trail before him with catlike intensity。
But there was another who had seen the pouch and recognized it； who
did advance with Achmet Zek； hovering above him； as silent and as sure
as death itself； and as the Arab； finding a little spot less overgrown with
bushes than he had yet encountered； prepared to gloat his eyes upon the
contents of the pouch； Tarzan paused directly above him； intent upon the
same object。
Wetting his thin lips with his tongue； Achmet Zek loosened the tie
strings which closed the mouth of the pouch； and cupping one claw…like
hand poured forth a portion of the contents into his palm。
A single look he took at the stones lying in his hand。 His eyes
narrowed； a curse broke from his lips； and he hurled the small objects
upon the ground； disdainfully。 Quickly he emptied the balance of the
contents until he had scanned each separate stone； and as he dumped them
all upon the ground and stamped upon them his rage grew until the
muscles of his face worked in demon…like fury； and his fingers clenched
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until his nails bit into the flesh。
Above； Tarzan watched in wonderment。 He had been curious to
discover what all the pow…wow about his pouch had meant。 He wanted
to see what the Arab would do after the other had gone away； leaving the
pouch behind him； and； having satisfied his curiosity； he would then have
pounced upon Achmet Zek and taken the pouch and his pretty pebbles
away from him； for did they not belong to Tarzan？
He saw the Arab now throw aside the empty pouch； and grasping his
long gun by the barrel； clublike； sneak stealthily through the jungle beside
the trail along which Werper had gone。
As the man disappeared from his view； Tarzan dropped to the ground
and commenced gathering up the spilled contents of the pouch； and the
moment that he obtained his first near view of the scattered pebbles he
understood the rage of the Arab； for instead of the glittering and
scintillating gems which had first caught and held the attention of the ape…
man； the pouch now contained but a collection of ordinary river pebbles。
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