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 Smith-Jones as though he had been born and reared in the most rocky and barren cave of this savage island, nor did they sound strange or unusual to him. It seemed that he had said the most natural and proper thing under the circumstances that there was to say.

“Flatfoot is not here,” said the old man, “nor is Nadara. She—” but here Waldo interrupted him.

“Korth, then,” he demanded. “Where is Korth? I can kill him first and Flatfoot when he returns.”

The old man looked at the speaker in unfeigned surprise.

“Korth!” he exclaimed. “Korth is dead. Can it be that you do not know that he, whom you killed yesterday, was Korth?”

Waldo’s eyes opened as wide in surprise as had the old man’s.

Korth! He had killed the redoubtable Korth with his bare hands—Korth, who could crush the skull of a full-grown man with a single blow from his open palm.

Clearly he recollected the very words in which Nadara had described this horrible brute that time she had harrowed his poor, coward nerves, as they approached the village of Flatfoot. And now he, Waldo Emerson Smith-Jones, had met and killed