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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <strong>THE</strong> O<strong>THE</strong>R <strong>WORLD</strong> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<br />
ordinarily the chemical did the rest. In this<br />
case, the mercy bullets splattered harmlessly<br />
on the tank-truck cab.<br />
The tank truck went out of the oatstubble<br />
field sounding like a frightened red<br />
hog, pulling a funnel of dust after it.<br />
A dark, loose-jointed object tumbled<br />
from the speeding truck. The regular driver.<br />
They had thrown him out.<br />
Chris Columbus, beside himself with<br />
rage, squalled, “They’re gettin’ away!” He<br />
sprang out of the plane and ran after the<br />
truck in a hopeless and somewhat silly<br />
chase.<br />
Renny and Ham raced for Doc’s<br />
rented car, which they had parked in the<br />
farmer’s orchard.<br />
Doc himself lunged to the plane<br />
<strong>co</strong>ntrols, made an effort to start the engines.<br />
It was hopeless, as he had suspected. The<br />
motors would never start on the low-grade<br />
fuel that was in the tanks; it was a miracle<br />
that they had operated on the stuff, even<br />
after they were hot.<br />
Monk was rolling over and over on<br />
the ground, holding his stomach with both<br />
arms.<br />
“They shot me!” Monk howled. “They<br />
shot me in the stomach!”<br />
Doc flung out of the plane, shouted,<br />
“They’re escaping in the truck!”<br />
Monk got to his feet and began to<br />
run toward their rented car. He traveled in an<br />
awkward spraddle-legged lope, squalling<br />
things that were angry and violent.<br />
While he ran, Monk tried to pull up<br />
the front of his shirt to see if the rifle bullets<br />
had really penetrated the bulletproof mesh<br />
undergarment he was wearing. The<br />
undershirt was made of an alloy on which<br />
Monk had expended his best chemical skill,<br />
but he was doubting the efficiency of the<br />
thing.<br />
Ham and Renny had some difficulty<br />
starting the rented car, so that all of them<br />
reached the machine in time to pile aboard.<br />
The man who had been thrown out<br />
of the truck—his uniform showed that he was<br />
the driver for the local oil <strong>co</strong>mpany—had<br />
gotten to his feet. He was standing still and<br />
swearing at the top of his voice, the last they<br />
saw or heard of him.<br />
At all speeds above fifty, the rented<br />
car had a knock that sounded as though a<br />
blacksmith was at work on the motor with a<br />
hammer.<br />
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Doc shouted, “You saw the other<br />
man in the truck, Columbus?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“Was it the mystery man, Decimo<br />
Tercio?”<br />
“That was him. Two Wink and<br />
Fancife are holding him prisoner. They made<br />
him bring them out here. I think they were<br />
going to use his plane.”<br />
“How did you happen to show up?”<br />
“I’ve been watching them, trying to<br />
get Tercio away from them. I didn’t get a<br />
chance. They had rifles, and they were also<br />
looking for me to bump me off. I found their<br />
hideout, listened outside the window,<br />
overheard Tercio finally tell them where his<br />
plane was. I beat them out there. I intended<br />
to wait in the plane and waylay them. Wasn’t<br />
far enough ahead of ‘em, dammit!”<br />
“Why didn’t you go to the police with<br />
this?”<br />
“And have the <strong>co</strong>ps lock me up for<br />
crazy after they heard my story?”<br />
It was a dirt road. The truck ahead<br />
sucked up an incredible amount of dust. Doc<br />
nosed into it; they <strong>co</strong>ughed and gagged. The<br />
bronze man was forced to slow. There was<br />
not car-length visibility.<br />
Doc Savage drove far out on the<br />
edge of the road to avoid as much of the dust<br />
as possible—which was fortunate.<br />
Suddenly a blackness loomed<br />
ahead. The bronze man stamped the brake,<br />
wrenched the wheel. The car eased over in<br />
the grader ditch, but there was not enough<br />
room. Came a big gnashing sound of metal.<br />
Their off wheel and fender dug into the<br />
grader bank. The car slowly upended on its<br />
radiator, turned over, and they were an<br />
aching tangle inside.<br />
Monk forgot his midriff pain and<br />
shouted: “They broad-sided the truck!<br />
Figured we’d crash into it in the dust!”<br />
A RIFLE bullet went in one side of<br />
the car and out the other, the double impact<br />
sounding almost like one report.<br />
Doc said, “Out and into the ditch!”<br />
The doors were jammed. Doc kicked<br />
one; it gave, and they crawled out into the<br />
swirling pall of dust.<br />
Renny stood up, fired four short<br />
bursts from his machine pistol in four<br />
different directions. Then he dropped and<br />
listened, hoping the rifle would discharge