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The Last Stand of the Greys

           Itis,Ithink,bettertobehootedthantobequarteredwithabattle-axe. 

           PresentlyTwalaspoke. 

           "Incubu,whatsayestthou,shallweendwhatwebegantoday,orshallIcalltheecoward,whiteeventotheliver?" 

           "Nay,"interposedIgnosihastily;"thoushaltnotfightwithIncubu." 

           "Notifheisafraid,"saidTwala. 

           UnfortunatelySirHenryunderstoodthisremark,andthebloodflamedupintohischeeks. 

           "Iwillfighthim,"hesaid;"heshallseeifIamafraid." 

           "ForHeaven’ssake,"Ientreated,"don’triskyourlifeagainstthatofadesperateman. Anybodywhosawyoutodaywillknowthatyouarebraveenough." 

           "Iwillfighthim,"wasthesullenanswer."Nolivingmanshallcallmeacoward.Iamreadynow!" andhesteppedforwardandliftedhisaxe. 

           IwrungmyhandsoverthisabsurdpieceofQuixotism;butifhewasdeterminedonthisdeed,ofcourseIcouldnotstophim. 

           "Fightnot,mywhitebrother,"saidIgnosi,layinghishandaffectionatelyonSirHenry’sarm;"thouhastfoughtenough,andifaughtbefelltheeathishandsitwouldcutmyheartintwain." 

           "Iwillfight,Ignosi,"wasSirHenry’sanswer. 

           "Itiswell,Incubu;thouartabraveman.Itwillbeagoodfray.Behold,Twala,theElephantisreadyforthee." 

           Theex-kinglaughedsavagely,andsteppingforwardfacedCurtis. Foramomenttheystoodthus,andthelightofthesinkingsuncaughttheirstalwartframesandclothedthembothinfire. Theywereawell-matchedpair. 

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