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the dusky arm, and the javelin was poised over the 

 shoulder of the sinewy Bushman. Jack dodged his 

 head, apparently as if in a panic, and the pleased 

 savage grinned with pleasure. 



But, rather singularly, this time it was a feint 

 on the part of both. The Bushman did not mean to 

 throw his weapon, and Jack's movement was only 

 a pretense of terror. 



Hardly had the enormous grin bisected the face 

 of the warrior, when he observed his white antago- 

 nist circling a serpent-like loop, with bewildering 

 swiftness, around his head. 



He had never seen a weapon of that kind, and 



did not know what it 

 meant. He learned 

 right away. Flinging 

 back the hand which 

 grasped the javelin 

 the savage pre 

 pared himself 

 with incredible 

 quickness to drive 



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