'Now you listen,' Monk said seriously. 'There won't be any women in Doc's life. If there was, you'd be the one. Doc has come nearer falling for you than for any other girl. And some pippins have tried to snare Doc.'
'Is that the truth?' Princess Monja demanded coyly.
'So help my Aunt Hannah if it ain't!' Monk declared.
Then Monk got the shock of his eventful life. Princess Monja suddenly kissed him. Then she fled.
Monk stared after her, grinning from ear to ear, carefully tasting the young Mayan princess's kiss on his lips.
'Gosh! What Doc is passin' up!' he ejaculated.
Two days later, Doc Savage and his five men took their departure. Their sturdy plane battled the air currents up out of the Valley of the Vanished.
Their regret at leaving the idyllic paradise was assuaged by the thought of what was ahead of them. The yearning for adventure and excitement warmed them. Wealth untold was in their hands. It was ample for even their great purpose in life.
Many parts of the world would see the coming of this bronze man and his five friends of iron. Many a human fiend would rue the day he pitted himself against them. Countless rightful causes would receive help from their powerful hands and superbly trained minds.
Indeed, these men were destined hardly to reach New York before new trouble struck them like lightning bolts.
The giant bronze man and his five friends would confront undreamed perils as the very depths of hell itself crashed upon their heads.
And through all that, the work of Savage would go on!
