REPEL by J.R.A

Author:J.R.A. [J.R.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-04-26T23:21:21+00:00

Chapter 10. THE FINE HAND OF FATE

THE Fifth Wind was after the mystery thing which had come out of the volcano.

Doc Savage and his two prisoners could see that as they came nearer the lava flow. The sleek schooner was anchored almost in the geyserlike uprush of water. Sheets of the falling water at times sloshed over her decks. Her anchors were out fore and aft.

Lifelines and telephone wires were over the side. They had divers down.

Doc glanced at the girl. "You knew they would be there?"

"Yes," Bess Baldwin said. "They were headed for the spot even before we seized Monk and Ham."

The bronze man seemed puzzled about a point.

"Who advised Cadwiller Olden the nature of what came out of the volcano?" he asked.

"Cadwiller Olden is a scientific genius. I have heard him boast that he knew more than you. If he had to be a scientist to figure out what came from Ethel’s Mama, he has the ability."

"He had to be more than a scientist," Doc said. "He had to have enough imagination to realize that here was something scientists have never dreamed existed."

"What is it?" Bess Baldwin asked.

Doc seemed not to hear her. She appeared about to ask again, but the inscrutability of his metallic features kept her silent.

All watched the plane, when they had time to watch anything except the ground they were traveling. The girl was gasping, weaving as she ran, about exhausted. Doc Savage picked her up, carried her as he had earlier in the day. Buddy Baldwin’s tongue was showing in his mouth, and he was sweating enough to leave wet footprints.

He watched Doc Savage, fascinated by the fact that the bronze giant’s breathing had not quickened much, and no perspiration had appeared.

"Damn!" Baldwin mumbled between gulps for air. "And I thought I kept in trim."

The plane continued to drone around aimlessly. But the group could see the pilot leaning over the cockpit rim. Down on the schooner, they were making flag signals, but the flier paid no attention.

The flag signal was regulation marine international code. The girl could read it.

"That’s strange!" Bess Baldwin gasped.

"What is?" Doc asked.

"That aviator is one of Cadwiller Olden’s best men," the girl explained after hesitating. "But there he is ignoring the chief’s orders."

"Under the circumstances, not so strange," Doc said.

"I don’t get you?"

"The man really in control of that plane," Doc told her, "is one of my associates, Johnny."

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