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Автор Кеннет Робсон
058 - The Golden Peril
By Robeson, Kenneth
Table of Contents
Doc Savage 058 - The Golden Peril
by
Kenneth Robeson
Chapter I. THE AMBUSH
Chapter II. A PLEA FOR HELP
Chapter III. DEATH STRIKES
Chapter IV. INTO A TRAP
Chapter V. A WARNING
Chapter VI. DEATH CALLS
Chapter VII. A SPIDER STRIKES
Chapter VIII. A TRAP CLOSES
Chapter IX. THE SKIES EXPLODE
Chapter X. VIVA THE LEADER
Chapter XI. SEEING DOUBLE
Chapter XII. THE TORTURE ROOM
Chapter XIII. THE LEADER STRIKES
Chapter XIV. A VOICE FROM THE SKY
Chapter XV. SHOT DOWN
Chapter XVI. A NET CLOSES
Chapter XVII. A KNIFE FALLS
Chapter XVIII. THE ATTACK
Chapter XIX. A TRAIL OF GOLD
Chapter XX. WHEN PLANS MISFIRE
Chapter XXI. FRIENDS PART
THE END
Doc Savage 058 - The Golden Peril
by
Kenneth Robeson
Chapter I. THE AMBUSH
THE vultures knew a feast awaited them. They hung almost motionless in the gray, ominous sky. Their beady eyes stared greedily down into the deep canyon that lay beneath them.
The canyon was gloomy as a grave. Its walls rose sheer and straight for an interminable distance. Boulders and runty trees lined its sides. A small stream droned a mournful dirge in the center. Except for the dirge of that stream there was no sound.
But death waited there!
Only the vultures from above could have seen the men-vultures below.
They were huddled behind boulders. The half darkness of the canyon combined with the khaki they wore to make them almost invisible. Fully two-score men were there.They were of almost every race and nationality. But they were alike in the greed that shone in their eyes--and in the modern instruments of murder they carried.
A faint sound came from the far end of the canyon. The dim figure of a man appeared in the distance, stood motionless for a moment, then vanished.
There was a sudden tenseness among the hidden men. Weapons were moved cautiously.
"Be quiet. Do not move until I give the command. "
The order was given softly, but there was a chill note in the voice that brought instant obedience. The man who had spoken was not large, but there was a look of utter ruthlessness on his copper-tinted features and in his glacier-cold eyes. His shoulders were broad, his frame powerful. He wore the insignia of a general.
The aid at his side spoke in a whisper: "The trap has been set well, my general. "
"Si. Soon the jaws of that trap will close. " The general's Spanish was guttural, as if he were speaking a language still partly unfamiliar to him. "But care must be taken. Those we await have keen eyes. "
Even as he spoke, more figures came into view at the far end of the canyon. Their eyes searched the scene before them, then one raised an arm in signal. A donkey train moved around a bend.
Scouts were out ahead. Other tall men moved beside the heavily loaded beasts of burden. Still others brought up the rear.
A faint fire kindled in the general's eyes, and his lips made sucking sounds.
