Chapter 9
The Atmosphere Tensions
HAD IT BEEN an easy matter of a clean-cut fight the issue would have been simple for me with my revolvers, for I carried two which I had reloaded in all chambers after my shooting display of that day. My dilemma was that by killing any of these men I might stir a conflict which would seriously involve the skipper's party on shore.
But certainly my life was at stake. There was no mistaking the ferocious intent of my attackers, and it was humiliating to me to have women standing as a shield before me.
With that feeling in my mind, I thrust the Amazons. aside and, revolver in hand, stepped out to meet the assailants, firing a couple of shots over their heads with the idea of frightening them. To such an evil passion were they worked that they seemed obliv
