Murder House by Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson

Author:Maxwell Grant & Walter Gibson [Grant, Maxwell & Gibson, Walter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Espionage, Fiction, Thrillers
ISBN: 9781608771684
Amazon: 1608771687
Publisher: Street & Smith
Published: 1937-03-15T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XI. STRANGE BATTLE

THANKS to his quick extinguishing of the flashlight, The Shadow gained a temporary respite as the fray began. Gun-bearing fists were slugging for his head. Twisting in the darkness, he escaped the first blows.

Slashing his own arm upward, The Shadow cracked a gun hand with his flashlight. Driving his hand downward, he bashed the thin-shelled electric torch upon an attacker's head. One crook slumped away. The Shadow plunged among the other three.

The Shadow had no doubt as to his adversaries. He was fighting men who served Nick Shoyden and Kip Farrick. Their ranks had been increased by Pink Lathan and the thugs who had escaped The Shadow the night before.

Bare-handed, The Shadow put up an amazing struggle. Plunging into the slugging trio, he gripped one rogue by the throat, drove him toward the embankment and wrenched him roundabout. A slugging revolver missed The Shadow's head, found the skull of the choking crook instead! The Shadow had decreased the opposition to two.

Grabbing a gun barrel that glanced from his shoulder, The Shadow delivered a hard punch in the dark. His fist landed; The Shadow wrenched the revolver from the sinking thug who held it.

The last enemy grappled. The Shadow locked with him. The crook tried to dispatch a revolver shot, but could not get his gun muzzle toward The Shadow's body. The best that the thug could manage was to ward off a stroke from the handle of the gun that The Shadow had captured.

A powerful flashlight threw an unexpected beam. The crook who had first dropped out of the fray was back again, this time as an observer. He saw The Shadow wrestling with one adversary, while two others lay sprawled on the ground. Savagely, the crook shouted encouragement. He thought that The Shadow– by appearance and attire– was merely some local husky who had been lucky enough to put up a good fight.

Beyond, another fight was in progress. Hector, battling two crooks, was showing himself their equal. Swinging the shotgun like a bludgeon, Hector downed one slugger and gripped the other. Across the crook's shoulder, Hector saw The Shadow. He, too, took the tall battler to be a powerful yokel.

Hector shouted his own cry of alliance. With it, the hired hand jabbed the butt of his shotgun against the jaw of the grappling crook. The thug dropped away. Hector was free to aid The Shadow.

The ruffian with the flashlight saw it; he aimed quickly and fired at Hector. The big fellow was in a bad spot. He swung himself over the ledge with his shotgun, to gain the safety of the rocks below. Other crooks were rising; some would have pursued Hector, had The Shadow not prevented it.

With a knee jab, The Shadow doubled the last crook who grappled him. Coming across the sprawling man, he pounced in upon the thug who handled the revolver and the flashlight. Before the fellow could fire, The Shadow dropped him with a side swing.

The crook fell; lost his flashlight.The Shadow swung about, to drive shoulder-first for the two who had battled Hector.

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