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opponent's copper hide until both were red with gore; but neither seemed able to
administer the coup de grace.
From her position upon the opposite side of the field Tara of Helium watched the
long-drawn battle. Always it seemed to her that the Black Chief fought upon the
defensive, or when he assumed to push his opponent, he neglected a thousand
openings that her practiced eye beheld. Never did he seem in real danger, nor
never did he appear to exert himself to quite the pitch needful for victory. The
duel already had been long contested and the day was drawing to a close.
Presently the sudden transition from daylight to darkness which, owing to the
tenuity of the air upon Barsoom, occurs almost without the warning twilight of
Earth, would occur. Would the fight never end? Would the game be called a draw
after all? What ailed the Black Chief?
Tara wished that she might answer at least the last of these questions for she was
sure that Turan the panthan, as she knew him, while fighting brilliantly, was not
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