The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-05-11
Chapter AS THE DUEL
Raisul laughed merrily. He wa.

THE DUEL
 Raisul laughed merrily. He was amused.
 No, no, no! This won't do at al You've got to kiss me. I'm not go- ing to do all the kissing, madden ingly, thrillingly wonderful as it is What the devil are you staring at?"
 Turning about, Raisul followed Margaret's incredulouS hypnotized gaze, and 1.-the and swift as a springing panther, leapt to his feet. Otho
 "Ah!" said Otho Belleme, with a sound of unfathomed satisfaction. ''Raisul ben Abd' allah Karim."
 Without taking his eyes from those of his adversary, Raisul bent sideways to the low table on which he had laid his long dag ger, drew it from it's sheath, and advanced, poised and crouching.
 With a laugh that belied the look upon his face,
 Another visitor, Margaret" he said Very much at home to- night, aren't you? I'm afraid I've over-stayed my ."
 Steel or bare hands?" inter rupted Otho Belleme as he drew his bayonet. We'll" replied RaiSul, circling sideways and yet advancing as he spoke T think we'll give the lady a dagger r-versusIbayonet exhibition eh? Bit fairer perhaps, what? Per sonally I'm not professional bruiS. CT"
 Right" replied Otho Belleme holding the long thin bayonet be fore him, like a foil.
 This ought to be a good fight and with Margaret looking on. Blu he must go warily, for he mus win--for Margarets sake, as well a. for his own.
 Here he was, Otho Belleme, ir Margaret's room
 In a state of absolute. funk anc horror he had slid down few fee of rope that dangled over hun dreds of feet of sheer drop-in pur suit of that devil And he was ir Margaret's room. Raisul sprang, and stabbed: Otht lunged and thrust, and his lief hand seized Raisul's wrist, as Raj sul skillfully evaded the swift blade, and in turn, seized Otho'' right wrist. Breast to breast. Stale-mate.
 Yes, yesl the dagger-hand was slowly going back, back, while tht hand that held the bayonet moved not at all.
 Suddenly Raisul threw tht whole of his weight violently for ward and, nightly twisting hi. arm, sprang backward, releasing Otho's wrist as he did so. Round one, and honors easy.
 Otho sprang anu drove a light ming thrust at Raisurs throat. With equal swfftness, Raisul ducked beneath the lean sharr blade. and simultaneously slashed upward with the terrible disem- bowling stroke, which will lay 9 man open from thigh to breast bone.
 Well for Otho Belleme that, al- belt a heavyweight, he was one Of the quickest boxers of the day. Striking swiftly downwards and sideways with lightning speed and all his strength with his left fist encountered Raisuls wrist with such force that, as he whirled side ways, the knife fell from his hand and clattered on the stone floor. Disarmed, Raisul backed away from the gleaming bayonet that in an instant would be through his | throat or his heart.
 Setting his foot upon the knife. Otho spoke.
 There was a time when I should have told you to pick that up" he said. I'm not quite the fool I was, | but :"
 And Otho sheathed his bayonet.
 Put up your fists" he said, "and | fight any way you can. I can't stab you in cold blood"
 Raisul backed backed into the corner, stopped and rose in one swift movement-Margaret's pis- tol in his hand, and levelled At Margaret.
 Bangi
 At. Otho.
 Click.
 Margaret screamed, and Otho turned his head. Her hand was pressed to her breast.
 A crashing blow in the face, as the flung pistol struck him, and his hands closed about Raisuls throat. Jovel but the fellow was strong and agile as cat; slip pery as an eel.
 Free again.
 Otho drove a straight left.
 Raisul ducked beneath it, and flung his arms about Otho'S waist. Dnur,,