'One of you is a chemist experienced in poison gas,' continued the cavernous tones of the Gray Spider. 'That man fled to this swamp to evade agents of the country he turned traitor to. The other man is not averse to making a dollar or two on the side.'
An impressive pause now followed. 'Neither of you men had met before you were introduced by my aids.'
'Nope. We never saw each other before.' Monk chuckled and opened and closed his furry paws. 'But we're what you'd call a natural! He knocks 'em down, an' I tear 'em apart!'
Monk was not bad as an actor. His attitude was fierce and bloodthirsty—to say nothing of his looks.
'You wish to join my organization, I understand,' said the Gray Spider.
Renny watched the hideous gray tarantula crawl around on the master fiend's hand, and stifled an impulse to lean over and swat the repulsive thing with one huge paw.
'You got it right,' he rumbled.
IN the wait which followed, Monk and Renny noted a minor incident up on the side of the saucerlike depression.
An enormous alligator appeared. It crawled around the edge of the hollow.
'Shoot dat 'gator!' somebody called over the monotonous throbbing of the tom-toms.
'Eet ees Sill Boontown's pet!' some one else objected. 'No wild 'gator would go crawlin' around dis crowd!'
'T'row a stick at heem!' directed the first speaker. 'Eef hees don' go away, shoot heem!
A stick whacked the crawling alligator soundly. The reptile straightaway slithered out of sight into the night-blackened jungle. It displayed an intelligence that seemed human.
The Gray Spider resumed—his words coming as from a tomb, the repulsive tarantula never still on his hand.
'I have decided to take you into my organization,' he told Monk and Renny. 'Your first job will be assigned you immediately. It is to be done tonight. It will pay ten thousand dollars—five thousand for each of you.'
'That's a lot of jack,' Renny growled. 'What's the job?'
'You are a forest ranger—you should know by sight the famous lumberman, Big Eric Danielsen. Perhaps you even know his daughter?'
Renny made the only answer he could. 'Yeah. I know 'em.'
'Good!' hissed the Gray Spider. 'Tonight, you are to kidnap them!'
Renny covered his surprise with a loud snort. 'You don't want much, do you?'
'What do you expect to do for ten thousand dollars?'
'Yeah—that's the other way of lookin' at it,' Renny admitted. 'You got it planned how we're to get them?'
'Again—what do you expect for ten thousand!' intoned the Gray Spider. 'You are to make your own plans. You will find Big Eric Danielsen and his daughter at their home. They are heavily armed and equipped with gas masks. The grounds are brilliantly lighted. You will get them—'
'It oughta be simple!' Monk said sarcastically.
'—you will get them,' continued the Gray Spider, as though there had been no interruption. 'You will bring them to me.'
He now gave an address on Claiborne Avenue in New Orleans.
'I will meet you personally at that spot. I will be there all night, or at least, from the moment I arrive in town. And I shall leave soon after you do. You, of course, will depart immediately. That is—if you want to try the job.'
Monk and Renny swapped glances. They saw their chance to trap the Gray Spider away from his guard of machine gunners. They could get hold of Doc, tell him where the Gray Spider would be waiting and it would be all over but the shooting.
Or so they reasoned. For they had no way of knowing of the awful incident at the bayou levee, when Long Tom and Ham had seen the alligator floundering in the water with a bronze arm between its jaws.
Nor did they dream Long Tom, Ham, and Johnny were prisoners in Buck Boontown's settlement not a quarter of a mile away.
'We'll do it,' said Renny.
'You mean—we'll try it!' chuckled Monk, playing his part.
A heavily armed escort immediately conveyed Monk and Renny through the swamp to a bayou where a speed boat lay. This rushed them to a paved highway. There they found a powerful touring car waiting.
The point where they reached the car was beyond the blasted levee. Monk and Renny were given no inkling that Doc Savage was not in New Orleans.
THE hour was well past midnight when the touring car flung into New Orleans. The engine was throwing off waves of heat. The radiator was boiling. Renny, at the wheel, had latched the hand throttle clear out and let it stay. He had taken many a corner at sixty.
'If I ever ride with you again, I want my head examined!' Monk complained. 'Such crazy driving I never saw!'
'We got here, didn't we?'
'Yeah—in spite of you!' Monk jerked a thumb. 'There's a boulevard that leads to Big Eric's home. Take it! We'll probably find Doc at Big Eric's joint.'
'O.K.' Renny yanked the car about, purposefully all but spilling Monk over the side.
'When this is over,' Monk promised, still rankling from the wild ride the solemn-faced Renny had given him, 'I'm gonna twist one of them big fists off you!'
A few minutes saw them before Big Eric Danielsen's mansion.
The grounds were brilliant with floodlights, as the Gray Spider had said they would be. The massive iron gates at the entrance were locked.
Monk got out of their touring car boldly. He strode to the gates. He gave the lock a mighty yank.
A bullet left a shiny spot on the wrought iron of the gate, not a foot from his head. It had been fired from the mansion.
Monk did not bat an eye. That in itself was proof that he had pretended great terror at the recklessness of Renny's driving merely to have something to quarrel about good-naturedly.
Monk was never satisfied unless picking on somebody, or being picked on in turn. Usually it was the waspish Ham who insulted him and promised at intervals to see Monk skewered on the sword cane. But Ham and Monk had not been thrown together much in this adventure.
'Hey!' Monk's small voice sounded injured. 'You wouldn't shoot a guy, would you, Doc?'
From the mansion, Big Eric's bellow rolled. 'Who're you? Come a yard closer, and by golly, I'll put windows in your skull!'
Monk was surprised. This must be Big Eric Danielsen. And Big Eric had never met either Monk or Renny.
'Where's Doc Savage?' Monk called eagerly.
'What business is it of yourn?' Big Eric was canny.
Monk explained who he was. Big Eric was not easily convinced, not even when Renny added his solemn- faced assertions.
'Aw—where’s Doc?' Monk demanded. 'We gotta see him. And we ain't got all night.'
'Doc Savage went into the swamp with Long Tom and Ham to seize the Gray Spider,' Big Eric admitted grudgingly.
