shrieked the leader. 'Gray Spider ees want either gal or Beeg Eric alive! Hees want 'em both alive eef can do! Eet be better eef they sign some papers!'
Big Eric digested this as he fought. It proved what he had already suspected. The Gray Spider was after the Danielsen & Haas lumber concern. Whatever hold the fiend expected to get on the company would be strengthened if he had papers signed by Big Eric and Edna to back his claims.
Reaching Edna's limp form, Big Eric scooped it up with his left arm. With his right arm, he flailed the chair.
Two men went down, neither hurt badly. Big Eric got his back to a door. He twisted the knob.
It was locked. One of the monkey men had turned the key, hoping to keep him from escaping the room.
The heavy chair swung, driven by the old lumberman's muscular arms. The door caved outward. It was as though a mule had kicked a banana crate.
Big Eric waded through the wreckage. The moist night breeze from the Gulf washed against his flushed face. He raced down the walk. He quickly outdistanced his short-legged pursuers.
He neared the street.
Two men suddenly leaped out of the high shrubbery that bordered the walk. Both held cold blue revolvers.
Big Eric still grasped what was left of the chair. He lifted it threateningly. But he didn't strike. A loud bark of delight came from his lungs.
These men worked for him! They were 'Lefty' Shea and 'Bugs' Ballard. They were special policemen for the lumber firm of Danielsen & Haas. It was their duty to run down timber poachers and ferret out professional radicals who might be causing labor troubles in the sawmill and lumber camps.
Big Eric didn't stop to reflect that it was strange these men should be here. They were his employees. They were here. That was enough.
'The Gray Spider's men!' Big Eric bellowed. 'Lefty! Bugs! Come on! We’ll make the pack of rats hard to catch!'
'Lead us to 'em' boomed Lefty.
Both lumber detectives were burly fellows. They had hard features and a tough manner.
Big Eric whirled to lead the way.
THE moment Big Eric's back was turned, Lefty struck heavily with his revolver barrel. The weapon parted the lumber king's thatch of blond hair. He fell heavily with his unconscious daughter.
He had been stricken down by one of his own employees.
The vicious little monkey men ran up, greeting Lefty and Bugs as friends!
Yo' gat heem, huh?' ejaculated the leader of the gang.
'Yeah, an' blasted lucky for you that we did!' sneered Lefty. 'It looks like he blamed near smeared the whole mess of you swamp snipes!'
The monkey man showed his teeth in a weasellike snarl. He did not like the razzing that Lefty was handing him. However, he knew there was no time to argue about it.
'Yo' stow the sass!' he growled. 'Yo' stay here. Beeg bronze man ees come back. Get heem. Me—I leeve four my boys so yo' have plenty men fo' job.'
'Take your four men along!' Lefty snorted. 'Me and Bugs don't need any help to croak one man!'
The leader of the monkey men leered knowingly. He had seen Doc Savage. And he was not too ignorant to know a Hercules of a fighting man when he saw one. He had an idea it would be the finish of Lefty and Bugs if they jumped the bronze giant without re-enforcements.
The monkey man rather fancied the thought of Lefty and Bugs meeting disaster. But should he fail to leave some of his men, he feared the wrath of the Gray Spider. And that wrath was a terrible thing.
'Me—I leeve my four boys, anyhow,' he grumbled.
'Sure,' chuckled Lefty. 'They can stand around and watch two good men work!'
The insult was carefully ignored. Ham, Big Eric, and Edna were picked up bodily.
The corpses of the dead men were callously left lying inside the mansion. The mouth of one gaped open widely—showing the hideous moccasin tatooed inside.
After all but four of the monkey men had departed with the prisoners, Lefty and Bugs took up a position in the shrubbery beside the house. The unsavory pair fell to whispering.
'As long as these four swamp snipes are here, why take any risk ourselves?' Lefty inquired. 'Let's let 'em grab the bronze guy. If they should get hurt, it ain't no skin off us.'
'An idea, pal!' chuckled Bugs. 'We'll do just that!'
They proceeded to maneuver the four monkey men inside the house, where they would be in a position to drive blowgun darts at Doc Savage about the same moment he discovered the bodies.
Lefty and Bugs waited outside.
The single shot which had come during Big Eric's valiant fight had evidently passed as an automobile backfire, for it had attracted no attention. Edna's scream had escaped notice, too, probably because the Big Eric Danielsen mansion was set in elaborately landscaped grounds that were as large as a city park.
BEFORE long, a car halted in front of the estate. It did not enter the grounds. After loitering a moment, as though to permit a passenger to alight, it drove on.
'Here he comes, I'll bet!' breathed Lefty.
They waited. There was no sound. They held their breath, but they still could hear nothing. No feet slapped the walk. No leaves or branches stirred.
It was as if the car had paused only to let a ghost enter the estate. Lefty and Bugs were puzzled.
Then their hair stood on end.
A mighty bronze man had appeared in the room that held the bodies.
His coming had been silent, as though suddenly projected there by an invisible motion-picture machine.
His golden eyes surveyed the scene. The slick-haired man and the pilot of the gas plane lay beside their chairs. They had fallen there after being stabbed, and had not moved since. The one monkey man Big Eric had slain in his fight also reposed on the floor.
The latter's jaws were agape. The tatooed serpent was visible on his mouth roof.
Even Lefty and Bugs, crouched outside, could see the strange flickerings in the golden eyes of the bronze giant. Those weird gleamings conveyed something terrible to the two villains. Just looking at them seemed to suck the courage out of their stocky bodies.
They were so awed that they hardly dared breathe.
A blowgun tube was projecting from a keyhole. Lefty and Bugs could see it. They were glad it was behind the bronze man. If he just wouldn't turn! And he was giving no sign of wheeling.
One second—two—and death would strike at Doc Savage's back.
But Doc suddenly went to the pilot of the gas plane, moving out of range of the blowgun. He bent over the man.
He had noticed the fellow breathing! The knife stroke had not been fatal!
Swiftly, Doc administered some of the compound which annulled the effects of the weird drug which the pilot had been given.
Outside the window, Bugs and Lefty were on the horns of a dilemma. They didn't want to shoot the bronze man, for fear the shot, fired outdoors, might attract attention. Too, they were downright afraid to start trouble. So they waited for the blowgun to do its grisly work.