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What is it to you?" she countered.

It is mine," he replied. "Tell me who gave it to you or I will throw you back to

Numa."

You would do that?" she asked.

Why not?" he queried. "You are a spy and spies must die if they are caught."

You were going to kill me, then?"

I was going to take you to headquarters. They would dispose of you there; but

Numa can do it quite as effectively. Which do you prefer?"

"Hauptmann Fritz Schneider gave it to me," she said.

Headquarters it will be then," said Tarzan. "Come!" The girl moved at his side

through the bush and all the time her mind worked quickly. They were moving

east, which suited her, and as long as they continued to move east she was glad

to have the protection of the great, white savage. She speculated much upon the

fact that her pistol still swung at her hip. The man must be mad not to take it

from her.

"What makes you think I am a spy?" she asked after a long silence.

"I saw you at German headquarters," he replied, "and then again inside the

British lines."

She could not let him take her back to them. She must reach Wilhelmstal at once

and she was determined to do so even if she must have recourse to her pistol.

She cast a side glance at the tall figure. What a magnificent creature! But yet he

was a brute who would kill her or have her killed if she did not slay him. And the

locket! She must have that back--it must not fail to reach Wilhelmstal. Tarzan

was now a foot or two ahead of her as the path was very narrow. Cautiously she

drew her pistol. A single shot would suffice and he was so close that she could

not miss. As she figured it all out her eyes rested on the brown skin with the

graceful muscles rolling beneath it and the perfect limbs and head and the

carriage that a proud king of old might have envied. A wave of revulsion for her

contemplated act surged through her. No, she could not do it--yet, she must be

free and she must regain possession of the locket. And then, almost blindly, she

swung the weapon up and struck Tarzan heavily upon the back of the head with

its butt. Like a felled ox he dropped in his tracks.

Tarzan the Untamed