infallible sign.
The blond young goddess of the arctic was going to fail hard for big, handsome Doc.
'Why are you here?' Roxey Vail asked abruptly. 'You do not seem to be stricken with the gold madness which has gripped every one else.'
Doc let a shrug suffice for an answer.
Probably it was a brand of natural modesty, but Doc did not feel like explaining he was a sort of supreme avenger for the wrongs of the world — the great Nemesis of evildoers in the far corners of the globe.
They found a hanging cable. It terminated about ten feet from the ice. With Roxey Vail clinging to his back like a papoose, Doc carefully went down the cable.
Into the teeth of the moaning blizzard, they strode.
An instant later, Doc's alertness of eye undoubtedly saved their lives. He whipped to one side — carrying Roxey Vail with him.
A volley of rifle bullets spiked through the space they vacated.
The Eskimos had returned, accompanied by Keelhaul de Rosa and four or five riflemen and machine gunners.
AFTER THE flashing movement which had saved their lives, Doc kept going. He jerked the white hood of the girl's parka over her face to camouflage the warm color of her cheeks. He shrugged deep in his own parka for the same reason.
He wanted to get the girl to safety. Then he was going to hold grim carnival on the glacier with Keelhaul de Rosa and his killer group.
For his share in those hideous murders aboard the Oceanic, Keelhaul de Rosa would pay, as certainly as a breath of life remained in Doc Savage's mighty bronze body.
Another fusillade of shots clattered. The reports were almost puny in the clamor of the blizzard. Lead hissed entirely too close to Doc and his companion.
Doc's fingers slipped inside his capacious parka, came out with an object hardly larger than a high-power rifle cartridge — and shaped somewhat similarly. He flipped a tiny lever on this article, then hurled it at the attackers. The object was heavy enough to be thrown some distance.
Came a blinding flash! The glacier seemed to jump six feet straight up. A terrific, slamming roar blasted against eardrums. Then a rush of air slapped them skidding across the ice like an unseen fist.
There had been a powerful explosive in the little cylinder Doc hurled at his enemies.
Awful quiet followed the blast. The very blizzard seemed to recoil like a beaten beast.
A chorus of agonized squealings and bleatings erupted. Some of the enemy had been incapacitated. They were all shocked. The Eskimos felt a vague, unaccountable terror.
'Up an' at 'em, mateys!' shrilled a coarse tone. 'Keelhaul me, but we ain't gonna let 'em get away from us now!'
It was Keelhaul de Rosa's voice. He, at least, had not been damaged.
More lead searched the knobby glacier surface. None of it came dangerously near Doc and his fair companion. They had gotten far away in the confusion.
Doc suddenly jammed the young lady in a handy snowdrift. He wasn't exactly rough about it, but he certainly didn't try to fondle her, as a man of more ordinary caliber might have been tempted to do. And it wasn't because the ravishing young woman would have objected to the caresses. All signs pointed to the contrary.
The big bronze man had long ago decided a life of domestication was not for him. It would not go with the perils and terrors which haunted his every step. It would mean the surrendering of his goal in life — the shunning of adventure, the abandoning of his righting of wrongs, and punishing of evildoers wherever he found them.
So Doc had schooled himself never to sway the least bit to the seductions of the fairest of the fair sex.
'Stay here,' he directed the entrancing young lady impassionately. 'And what I mean — stay here! You can breathe under the snow. You won't be discovered.'
'Whatever you say,' she said in a voice in which adoration was but thinly veiled.
She was certainly losing no time in falling for Doc.
The giant bronze man smiled faintly. Then the storm swallowed him.
KEELHAUL DE ROSA was in a rage. He was burning up. He filled the blizzard around about with salty expletives.
'Ye blasted swabs!' he railed at the Eskimos, forgetting they did not understand English. 'Keelhaul me. The bronze scut was right in yer hands, an' ye didn't wreck 'im!'
'I tell ya dat guy is poison!' muttered a white gunman. 'He ain't human! From de night he tied into us outside de concert hall in de big burg, we ain't been able ter lay a hand on 'im!'
Another white man shivered. He was fatter than Keelhaul de Rosa or the other gunmen. It was to be suspected he had some Eskimo b!lood in his veins.
As a matter of fact, this fellow was a crook recruited in Greenland. He knew the arctic. It was he who served interpreter in all discussions with the Eskimos.
'Dat bane awful explosion a minute ago.' this man whined. 'Aye sure hope we bane get dat feller damn quick.'
'Scatter!' rasped Keelhaul de Rosa. 'We'll get the swab!' The Eskimos spread out widely. The white men kept in a group for mutual protection.
One Eskimo in particular rambled a short distance from the others. He floundered through a snowdrift.
He did not see a portion of the drift seemingly rise behind him. No suspicion of danger assailed him until hard, chill bronze fingers stroked his greasy cheek with a caress like the fingers of a ghost. Then it was too late.
The Innuit collapsed without a sound.
Doc pounced upon the inert Eskimo. From his lips came a loud shout-words couched in the tongue of the native.
Excitement seized the white man who understood the Eskimo lingo, and he listened intently to the distant voice.
'Dat Eskimo bane kill the bronze feller!' he shrieked. 'He bane say come an' look!'
Three men sprinted for the voice they had heard.
The interpreter glimpsed two figures. One was prone, motionless. The second crouched on the first. That was about all Doc Savage could see in the flying gale.
'There they bane!' he howled.
They charged up. Two of them prepared to empty their guns into the prone form. just to make sure.
The crouching man heaved up. Strikingly enough, he seemed to grow to the proportions of a mountain. Two Herculean bronze fists drove accurate blows. Both gunmen described perfect flip-flops in mid-air — unconscious before their feet left the glacier.
The interpreter whirled and ran. He knew death when he saw it. And big Doc Savage was nothing less.
Doc did not follow him. For to the bronze man's sensitive ears came a stifled cry.
Roxey Vail was being seized!
EVEN AS he raced toward where he had left her, Doc fathomed what had occurred. She had disobeyed his injunction to stay hidden. The reason — she had heard the shouted information that Doc was dead. She had started out with some desperate idea of avenging him.
Doc appreciated her good intentions. But at the moment, he could have gotten a lot of satisfaction out of turning her over his knee and paddling her.
A bullet squeaked in Doc's ear. He folded aside and down. A machine gun picked savagely at the ice near him. He traveled twenty feet on his stomach, with a speed that would have shamed a desert lizard.
'Take the hussy to the boat!' Keelhaul de Rosa's coarse voice rang. 'Step lively, me lads!'
Doc tried to get to the hideous voice. Murderous lead drove him back.
