'I'm all right,' growled Lopey, rubbing his forehead. 'The air's got me braced. Comin' in from the ship brought me to. Say, I was groggy -'
'Join up with us then,' snapped Hexler, 'and keep your trap shut!'
'All right,' agreed Lopey. 'But listen, Hexler - it wasn't my fault, gettin' plastered that way. There was a guy on the ship -'
'Lay off the chatter,' broke in the leader, 'or you'll go back in the boat with a cracked konk! Get me?'
'All right,' responded Lopey. 'But if I get that lousy guy -'
Hexler handed the big fellow a jab in the ribs. Lopey doubled up, regained his footing and trailed in at the rear of the mob.
Hawkeye, up ahead, whispered to Cliff:
'I'm not letting Lopey lamp me. If he wises that I'm with the outfit, he may spill something to Hexler. Lopey thinks I'm with the crew on the Dalmatia.'
'I get it,' responded Cliff, in an undertone. 'Keep ahead of us, Hawkeye. When we get to the house, pick a spot where Lopey won't see you.'
OTHER members of the band were closing in. Trudging northward, the complete crew skirted the edges of the forest strip. They straggled into little groups as they marched along. This gave The Shadow's agents a chance for further comment.
'The job is ours,' whispered Harry. 'This shore outfit is busy storing those boxes. Maybe they'll join us later.'
'We'll work quick when we get the chance,' put in Cliff. 'We don't know what we're going into; but if we can get the jump on Hexler and his bunch, we ought to come through clean.'
'Maybe he'll spill more when we get there,' added Hawkeye.
Others were overtaking the trio. They trudged along in silence, veering left as the coast line took a slight curve. All was peaceful on this isle, where the steady roar of the surf was lulling in its monotony. Men of crime seemed strangely out of place in the setting.
They were coming close to the upper inlet. Hexler, apparently, had gained complete directions from Ruff; for the leader moved forward to slow his band. He pointed out an opening between the trees. Leading, he took the path toward the house.
Dull lights glimmered from white walls as the invaders reached the clearing. Here Hexler halted the crew and delivered an order for deployment.
'Spread out all around,' he instructed. 'I'm going up to the house. I'll rap; they'll let me in. There'll be talk at the front door.
'Then I'll come out again. Watch for a move of my left arm. Up and down; That'll mean to close in. Do it in a hurry. But there's one point more. If I start things quick, I'll signal with a shot. That'll mean to rush the place.'
A pause. The invaders were ready to spread. Hexler picked out two men from the crew. He called them by name: Jake and 'Curry.' He pointed toward the house.
'Sneak up there,' he ordered, 'you two. One on each side of the door. Well out of sight. Then when you get the signal, I'll have the two of you close by.'
Jake and Curry sneaked forward across the clearing. Hexler gave a final injunction to the remainder of the band: one that was most important.
'We've got friends inside there,' he informed, 'so keep your rods steady. Any guy that tries quick shooting will answer to me later. Maybe we won't have to fire a single shot.
'But if there's trouble, use your noodles. Aim for the guys that aim for you. Leave the others alone. That's simple enough. Remember: hold it for the pinch. Not before.'
He motioned with his right hand. The invaders spread along the edge of the clearing, Cliff and Harry moving to the right. Hawkeye sneaked past his fellow agents and took a spot on the flank.
Hexler moved cautiously forward. He beckoned to Jake and Curry. They closed in from the wall and listened while their leader whispered the same instructions that he had given to the balance of the mob.
WATCHING, the deployed invaders saw Jake and Curry resume their positions on the sides of the door. Then they watched Hexler walk boldly up to the portal. The leader had his left hand in his pocket. It was plain that he was left-handed, that his hidden fist was gripping a ready revolver.
Harry, between Hawkeye and Cliff, was tense and alert. He knew that his fellow agents were the same. This was the time for which they had been waiting long. They had reached Timour Isle, headquarters of The Shadow.
Yet they had gained no contact with their hidden chief. They knew only that word had gone to him that they were coming. Had The Shadow received that word? Was he ready, waiting, relying on his men? Or had The Shadow encountered danger here alone - had he met with some adversity that had already placed him in the hands of foemen?
The next minutes would tell. To these aids of The Shadow, the immediate future hovered in the form of Hexler's tight fist, raised to tap upon the door. For with Hexler's knock, the tide of invasion would be ready for its surge.
CHAPTER XIX. STROKE AND COUNTER-STROKE
INSIDE the house, Tully and Chunk were still keeping the semblance of weary guard duty. One man was slouching in the hall; the other was standing by a window of the living room.
Purvis Elger was lounging in a chair, smoking his pipe. Jalway was across the room, leaning against the bookcase, while Hadlow was standing at the entrance to the hall, his hands in his coat pockets.
Francine had gone to bed. The tenseness had wearied the girl. That same feeling of uneasiness had extended to the others. Elger was affable; Jalway appeared matter-of-fact; and Hadlow looked calm and unperturbed. Yet every one of the three possessed a peculiar alertness that had not previously been evident.
A knock from the door. Hadlow started, then smiled quietly. Jalway looked curiously toward Elger. The portly crook lowered his meerschaum from his lips and called to Tully.
'Was that a knock at the door?' he inquired.
'Sounded like it,' returned Tully.
'Did Royne go out?' inquired Elger.
'No, sir.' The reply came from Royne himself as the servant appeared from the hall. 'Did you want me, Mr. Elger?'
'There was a knock at the door,' - Elger paused as the rap came again - 'yes, I was sure of it. Probably someone has come in from the mainland. Suppose you answer it, Royne.'
As he spoke, Elger arose from his chair. He walked past Hadlow and joined Royne. Tully was standing with arms akimbo, ready to draw a gun if so commanded.
'All right, Dashler!'
These words came as a sudden order, from the lips of Seth Hadlow. The sailor, who had been at his solitaire on the window ledge, came suddenly to his feet, swinging a revolver with which he covered Chunk, by the inner window.
At the same instant, Hadlow brought his hands from his pockets. In each was a revolver. Stepping to the center of the living room, he held the guns so that they kept a sweeping level upon Elger, Royne and Tully.
'Stand where you are!' ordered Hadlow. 'Don't answer that door!'
TRAPPED men obeyed. They were all in the hall - the three whom Hadlow covered - and the sportsman moved leisurely out in their direction. His new step cornered them between himself and the front door. Elger and his henchmen formed an astonished trio, all with their hands half raised.
Bram Jalway remained motionless, his briar pipe poised in his right hand. His position at the bookcase placed him almost in line of Dashler's gun. The sailor was not covering Jalway; but Elger, looking past the corner of the doorway, saw that the promoter was trapped.
Jalway's only part was to play innocent. It was apparent that Hadlow had not included him among the enemies whom the sportsman had so suddenly decided to control.
Elger, master at bluff, began to sputter a protest. Facing Hadlow, he met the sportsman's determined gaze and demanded an explanation.
'What - what is this?' questioned Elger. 'Have you gone mad, Hadlow? Are you afraid of enemies outside this
