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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 210 pages of information about Adventure.

“Come on, hurry up; we’re burning daylight,” he urged, as Sheldon searched after extra clips for his automatic pistol.

Together they passed down the steps and out of the compound to the beach, where they turned their backs to each other, and each proceeded toward his destination, their rifles in the hollows of their arms, Tudor walking toward the Berande and Sheldon toward the Balesuna.

CHAPTER XXVII—­MODERN DUELLING

Barely had Sheldon reached the Balesuna, when he heard the faint report of a distant rifle and knew it was the signal of Tudor, giving notice that he had reached the Berande, turned about, and was coming back.  Sheldon fired his rifle into the air in answer, and in turn proceeded to advance.  He moved as in a dream, absent-mindedly keeping to the open beach.  The thing was so preposterous that he had to struggle to realize it, and he reviewed in his mind the conversation with Tudor, trying to find some clue to the common-sense of what he was doing.  He did not want to kill Tudor.  Because that man had blundered in his love-making was no reason that he, Sheldon, should take his life.  Then what was it all about?  True, the fellow had insulted Joan by his subsequent remarks and been knocked down for it, but because he had knocked him down was no reason that he should now try to kill him.

In this fashion he covered a quarter of the distance between the two rivers, when it dawned upon him that Tudor was not on the beach at all.  Of course not.  He was advancing, according to the terms of the agreement, in the shelter of the cocoanut trees.  Sheldon promptly swerved to the left to seek similar shelter, when the faint crack of a rifle came to his ears, and almost immediately the bullet, striking the hard sand a hundred feet beyond him, ricochetted and whined onward on a second flight, convincing him that, preposterous and unreal as it was, it was nevertheless sober fact.  It had been intended for him.  Yet even then it was hard to believe.  He glanced over the familiar landscape and at the sea dimpling in the light but steady breeze.  From the direction of Tulagi he could see the white sails of a schooner laying a tack across toward Berande.  Down the beach a horse was grazing, and he idly wondered where the others were.  The smoke rising from the copra-drying caught his eyes, which roved on over the barracks, the tool-houses, the boat-sheds, and the bungalow, and came to rest on Joan’s little grass house in the corner of the compound.

Keeping now to the shelter of the trees, he went forward another quarter of a mile.  If Tudor had advanced with equal speed they should have come together at that point, and Sheldon concluded that the other was circling.  The difficulty was to locate him.  The rows of trees, running at right angles, enabled him to see along only one narrow avenue at a time.  His enemy might be coming along the next avenue, or

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