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watch up and down the avenue.



Then Tudor came. Sheldon happened to be looking in his direction

at the moment he came into view, peering quickly up and down the



avenue before he stepped into the open. Midway he stopped, as if

debating what course to pursue. He made a splendid mark, facing



his concealed enemy at two hundred yards' distance. Sheldon aimed

at the centre of his chest, then deliberately shifted the aim to



his right shoulder, and, with the thought, "That will put him out

of business," pulled the trigger. The bullet, driving with



momentum sufficient to perforate a man's body a mile distant,

struck Tudor with such force as to pivot him, whirling him half



around by the shock of its impact and knocking him down.

"'Hope I haven't killed the beggar," Sheldon muttered aloud,



springing to his feet and running forward.

A hundred feet away all anxiety on that score was relieved by



Tudor, who made shift with his left hand, and from his automatic

pistol hurled a rain of bullets all around Sheldon. The latter



dodged behind a palm trunk, counting the shots, and when the eighth

had been fired he rushed in on the wounded man. He kicked the



pistol out of the other's hand, and then sat down on him in order

to keep him down.



"Be quiet," he said. "I've got you, so there's no use struggling."

Tudor still attempted to struggle and to throw him off.



"Keep quiet, I tell you," Sheldon commanded. "I'm satisfied with

the outcome, and you've got to be. So you might as well give in



and call this affair closed."

Tudor reluctantly relaxed.



"Rather funny, isn't it, these modern duels?" Sheldon grinned down

at him as he removed his weight. "Not a bit dignified. If you'd



struggled a moment longer I'd have rubbed your face in the earth.

I've a good mind to do it anyway, just to teach you that duelling



has gone out of fashion. Now let us see to your injuries."

"You only got me that last," Tudor grunted sullenly, "lying in



ambush like--"

"Like a wild Indian. Precisely. You've caught the idea, old man."



Sheldon ceased his mocking and stood up. "You lie there quietly

until I send back some of the boys to carry you in. You're not



seriously hurt, and it's lucky for you I didn't follow your

example. If you had been struck with one of your own bullets, a



carriage and pair would have been none too large to drive through

the hole it would have made. As it is, you're drilled clean--a



nice little perforation. All you need is antiseptic washing and

dressing, and you'll be around in a month. Now take it easy, and



I'll send a stretcher for you."

CHAPTER XXVIII--CAPITULATION



When Sheldon emerged from among the trees he found Joan waiting at

the compound gate, and he could not fail to see that she was



visibly gladdened at the sight of him.

"I can't tell you how glad I am to see you," was her greeting.



"What's become of Tudor? That last flutter of the automatic wasn't

nice to listen to. Was it you or Tudor?"



"So you know all about it," he answered coolly. "Well, it was

Tudor, but he was doing it left-handed. He's down with a hole in



his shoulder." He looked at her keenly. "Disappointing, isn't

it?" he drawled.



"How do you mean?"

"Why, that I didn't kill him."



"But I didn't want him killed just because he kissed me," she

cried.



"Oh, he did kiss you!" Sheldon retorted, in evident surprise. "I

thought you said he hurt your arm."



"One could call it a kiss, though it was only on the end of the

nose." She laughed at the recollection. "But I paid him back for



that myself. I boxed his face for him. And he did hurt my arm.

It's black and blue. Look at it."



She pulled up the loose sleeve of her blouse, and he saw the

bruised imprints of two fingers.



Just then a gang of blacks came out from among the trees carrying

the wounded man on a rough stretcher.



"Romantic, isn't it?" Sheldon sneered, following Joan's startled

gaze. "And now I'll have to play surgeon and doctor him up.



Funny, this twentieth-century duelling. First you drill a hole in

a man, and next you set about plugging the hole up."






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