"Sure — he wants ‘em dead! We got the bronze guy! We’ll get these fellows and finish the job! Let’s have it!"

Oliver Wording Bittman gave a shrill cry and sprang to one side, seeking madly to evade the incandescent blaze of the flashlights held by Kar’s killers.

On the hatch rim, a machine gun in the hands of one of Kar’s men released an awful hail of bullets.

While Doc was seemingly in the grip of death due to Kar’s planning, Doc’s friends, too, had fallen in a trap of the evil Kar!

Chapter 13. HIDING PLACE!

DOC SAVAGE, as he braced himself on all fours with the terrific weight of the deadfall crushing down upon his back, knew the fate intended for him. He saw the slight steadying of the air gun which presages a trigger being pulled. He saw the finger of Kar’s hired killer snug to the trigger.

The many hundreds of pounds atop him prevented even his mighty bronze body from negotiating a leap. He could not possibly reach the air gun muzzle and knock it aside.

Nor did he attempt to!

Doc had another plan. Inside his buttoned coat, he wore a metal plate which covered most of his chest. It was no ordinary metal, that plate. It was composed of the same material as the capsule missiles which held the Smoke of Eternity.

Not without results had Doc consigned himself to his locked laboratory to analyze the capsule. The metal was a rare alloy, but its nature had soon been revealed by a searching analysis.

As a matter of precaution, in case he was shot at with the Smoke of Eternity, Doc had fashioned himself a body armor from the rare alloy, a supply of which could be assembled from the absolutely complete stock of little-known medicals and chemicals which his laboratory held.

Hence, the instant Doc saw the air gun about to discharge, he put forth a herculean effort and managed to get his armor before the muzzle. The capsule containing the terrible dissolving compound shattered on the armor.

Doc had saved himself!

Supporting the vast weight on his back with one hand, Doc used the other to tear off the armor and the front of his coat. The Smoke of Eternity was very potent — it might creep around the armor.

Some of the weird stuff spilled on the deadfall. The ponderous timbers began dissolving.

Not without effort, Doc moved rearward along the passage a few feet, being careful the while not to permit the heavy roof to crush him lower.

He listened to the elated conversation of his attackers.

"That," said one of the men, "fixes the bronze guy!"

"Hey!" barked another an instant later. "What’s the noise?"

Men could be heard, charging wildly onto the Jolly Roger! "We gotta look into this!"

Doc’s assailants hurried away.

The moment they were gone, Doc employed the full power of his huge muscles and lifted the deadfall. He worked clear, afterward easing the deadfall down so as not to make a thump.

Doc crept out on deck. Forward, a man was snarling.

"Let ‘em have it!" were his words.

The man never heard the mighty bronze Nemesis that towered up behind him.

DOC SAVAGE took in the scene. Renny, Long Tom, Ham, Johnny, Monk, and Oliver Wording Bittman were all in the hold, brightened by flashlight beams.

The fellows who thought they had just killed Doc were gripping machine guns.

Also gathered about were the other members of the gang who had robbed the bank.

All the thieves had returned!

Doc’s eyes searched for Kar. No sign of the master mind did he discern.

The machine gunners were preparing to fire. The leader of the gang would be the first to kill. He hissed,

" Now!"

But the fellow’s trigger finger did not discharge a single shot! The rapid firer was whisked out of his clutch by a grip of such strength there was no resisting it.

The weapon erupted a loud squawl of reports. A ghastly lead storm struck Kar’s assembled slayers. Dying men toppled over the hatch rim, to fall into the hold like ripe fruit.

"Doc!" howled Monk, down in the hold. "It’s Doc!"

The respite furnished by their bronze leader gave the besieged men time to unlimber their compact guns.

Kar gunmen who had been covering them from the bulkhead door now tried to shoot. They were too late. A hot wind of bullets wilted them.

The captive Doc’s friends had been about to question tried to escape. Johnny knocked him cold with a set of bony knuckles.

With powerful leaps, Renny and Monk sailed upward and grasped the hatch rim.

"We’ll help Doc!" Renny clipped.

Doc needed little help, though. By the time Renny and Monk pulled themselves outside, a Kar killer flung down his weapon.

"Don’t croak me!" he blubbered.

"The rest of you — drop your guns!" Doc’s powerful voice dominated the uproar.

Weapons clattered on the deck. Arms flew skyward. The bleating pleas for mercy made a bedlam like a yelping coyote pack.

"What a brave gang!" sneered waspish, quick-thinking Ham. He kicked a dropped submachine gun. "Only take these toys away from them and they are helpless!"

"Tie them up," Doc directed. "I’m going to have a talk with the one who seems to have taken Squint’s place as straw boss."

Doc collared the man who led him into the deadfall trap in the passage — the fellow who had fired the dissolving compound at Doc only a few minutes before.

A WHINE of fear escaped the man. He looked at Doc’s golden eyes, gleaming in the luminance of flashlights, and the whine became a screech.

"Lemme go!" he slavered. He was afraid he would be killed on the spot.

"He don’t want much!" Monk chuckled fiercely.

Doc held the man, forcing their eyes to meet. "Where’s Kar?"

"I don’t know anybody by that — " The lie ended in a loud wail as Doc’s amazing hands tightened a trifle.

"Do you want to die?" Doc’s voice was like the knell of doom.

The man obviously didn’t. And his resolution not to talk was rapidly evaporating.

"I dunno where Kar is," he whimpered. "Honest, I don’t! He’s got a new hangout that nobody knows about but himself. He calls me whenever he’s got orders. I don’t even know who he is. I ain’t never seen him! That’s the truth — honest, it is!"

"Ever hear of a man named Gabe Yuder?" Doc inquired.

The captive wriggled. "I dunno!"

Doc’s tone commanded the truth. "Have you?"

"I guess so. I seen that name on a packin’ box, once. I think it was a box the Smoke of Eternity was shipped in."

"Is he Kar?"

"Huh?" The captive considered the matter. "He might be."

"Where does Kar keep his supply of the Smoke of Eternity?"

A mean, foxy look came into the prisoner’s face. He glanced to one side, then hurriedly back. "What do I get for telling?"

"Plenty!" said Doc. "Your life."

"You gotta promise to turn me loose," whined the captive. "It’s worth that to you, too. I’ll tell you why! Kar has only got so much of the Smoke of Eternity. It’s all in the hidin’ place. Kar can’t make any more until he goes way off to an island somewhere an’ gets the stuff to make it out of. You destroy his supply and you’ve got him."

"No." Doc’s bronze mouth was grim. "You will remain my prisoner. I will not free you."

"Then I don’t tell you where the Smoke of Eternity is!"

"You don’t have to."

"Huh?" The man’s eyes moved slightly — toward the same spot at which he had looked at first mention of the Smoke of Eternity hiding place.

That eye-play had shown Doc where the horrible dissolving compound was stored!

"I know where it is!" Doc’s voice had a triumphant ring.

"Where?" Monk demanded eagerly. "If we destroy the supply, and Kar can’t make any more, we’ve fixed him."