Kenneth Robeson - Quest of the Spider

"What yo' want do?" one asked the leader.

The man considered. Then he grinned fiercely, as though pleased with the idea his weak brain had evolved.

"Bien!"

he ejaculated. "Keel heem both! That ees make heem all O.K."

But a couple of the others doubted whether the two should be murdered.

"Yo' reckon Gray Spider like that?" one inquired.

"Mebbe so—sure!" growled the leader. "Thees feller make beeg flop at job Gray Spider ees geeve heem! Yo' know what that ees always mean!"

"Death!" muttered the other.

"Sure teeng!"

"Maybe we better take heem along anyhow."

"Non, non!"

leered the leader. "Eet ees too much trouble. Me—I feex heem!"

With that, the evil fellow flashed a knife from inside his shirt.

He stabbed twice. Both the slick-haired man and the pilot fell out of their chairs after the blade sank into their bodies.

"That way to knockum dead, huh?" chuckled the killer. "Both plenty feenished!"

Pretty Edna Danielsen, now recovered, brought herself to realize cold murder had really been committed before her eyes. She parted her lips and screamed as loud as she could.

The leader of the monkey men struck her cruelly, knocking her senseless.

As the foul fist fell upon his daughter, a frenzy seized Big Eric. Rage made him a maniac. It gave him a maniac's wild strength. He lunged against his bonds.

Big Eric was a product of the old lumberman's school, where an employer was expected to be able to lick every man he had working for him. The massive lumberman was very strong. The ropes snapped off his wrists.

In flash seconds, Big Eric had his feet free. He leaped up.

The leader of the monkey men flung his knife.

Seizing a chair, Big Eric caught the blade on its bottom in the same manner his ancestors had probably caught tossed spears on their war shields. He wrenched the knife out and started to slice Ham's bindings. But there was no time. The vile little men rushed him.

THE heavy chair whistled around Big Eric's head. No whiskered Norseman fighting overwhelming hordes of Britons ever stood more staunchly.

The chair met a skull, and broke it as though a baseball bat had hit an egg. A pistol flamed. The lead missed. Before the gun could fire again, the whirling chair downed the man who held it.

"Sacrй—hees fight lak debbil!" wailed a monkey man.

Ham flounced to the knife Big Eric had dropped. He reached it. But brownish-yellow men piled atop him. The little fiends were tough. Laying hold of one of them was like grabbing a weasel. They held Ham helpless.

Ham saw the odds were overwhelming.

"Beat it!" he yelled at Big Eric. "Take Edna and high-tail it out of here!"

Much as he hated to leave Ham, Big Eric knew this was the best advice. The safety of Edna came first. And the odds were too great to hope for victory.

A monkey man, racing to the senseless form of Edna, would have slain the young woman with his knife.

"Non, non!"

shrieked the leader. "Gray Spider ees want either gal or Beeg Eric alive! Hees want 'em both alive eef can do! Eet be better eef they sign some papers!"

Big Eric digested this as he fought. It proved what he had already suspected. The Gray Spider was after the Danielsen & Haas lumber concern. Whatever hold the fiend expected to get on the company would be strengthened if he had papers signed by Big Eric and Edna to back his claims.

Reaching Edna's limp form, Big Eric scooped it up with his left arm. With his right arm, he flailed the chair.

Two men went down, neither hurt badly. Big Eric got his back to a door. He twisted the knob.

It was locked. One of the monkey men had turned the key, hoping to keep him from escaping the room.

The heavy chair swung, driven by the old lumberman's muscular arms. The door caved outward. It was as though a mule had kicked a banana crate.

Big Eric waded through the wreckage. The moist night breeze from the Gulf washed against his flushed face. He raced down the walk. He quickly outdistanced his short-legged pursuers.

He neared the street.

Two men suddenly leaped out of the high shrubbery that bordered the walk. Both held cold blue revolvers.

Big Eric still grasped what was left of the chair. He lifted it threateningly. But he didn't strike. A loud bark of delight came from his lungs.

These men worked for him! They were "Lefty" Shea and "Bugs" Ballard. They were special policemen for the lumber firm of Danielsen & Haas. It was their duty to run down timber poachers and ferret out professional radicals who might be causing labor troubles in the sawmill and lumber camps.

Big Eric didn't stop to reflect that it was strange these men should be here. They were his employees. They were here. That was enough.

"The Gray Spider's men!" Big Eric bellowed. "Lefty! Bugs! Come on! We’ll make the pack of rats hard to catch!"

"Lead us to 'em" boomed Lefty.

Both lumber detectives were burly fellows. They had hard features and a tough manner.

Big Eric whirled to lead the way.

THE moment Big Eric's back was turned, Lefty struck heavily with his revolver barrel. The weapon parted the lumber king's thatch of blond hair. He fell heavily with his unconscious daughter.

He had been stricken down by one of his own employees.

The vicious little monkey men ran up, greeting Lefty and Bugs as friends!

"Bien!

Yo' gat heem, huh?" ejaculated the leader of the gang.

"Yeah, an' blasted lucky for you that we did!" sneered Lefty. "It looks like he blamed near smeared the whole mess of you swamp snipes!"

The monkey man showed his teeth in a weasellike snarl. He did not like the razzing that Lefty was handing him. However, he knew there was no time to argue about it.

"Yo' stow the sass!" he growled. "Yo' stay here. Beeg bronze man ees come back. Get heem. Me—I leeve four my boys so yo' have plenty men fo' job."

"Take your four men along!" Lefty snorted. "Me and Bugs don't need any help to croak one man!"

The leader of the monkey men leered knowingly. He had seen Doc Savage. And he was not too ignorant to know a Hercules of a fighting man when he saw one. He had an idea it would be the finish of Lefty and Bugs if they jumped the bronze giant without re-enforcements.

The monkey man rather fancied the thought of Lefty and Bugs meeting disaster. But should he fail to leave some of his men, he feared the wrath of the Gray Spider. And that wrath was a terrible thing.

"Me—I leeve my four boys, anyhow," he grumbled.

"Sure," chuckled Lefty. "They can stand around and watch two good men work!"

The insult was carefully ignored. Ham, Big Eric, and Edna were picked up bodily.

The corpses of the dead men were callously left lying inside the mansion. The mouth of one gaped open widely—showing the hideous moccasin tatooed inside.

After all but four of the monkey men had departed with the prisoners, Lefty and Bugs took up a position in the shrubbery beside the house. The unsavory pair fell to whispering.

"As long as these four swamp snipes are here, why take any risk ourselves?" Lefty inquired. "Let's let 'em grab the bronze guy. If they should get hurt, it ain't no skin off us."

"An idea, pal!" chuckled Bugs. "We'll do just that!"

They proceeded to maneuver the four monkey men inside the house, where they would be in a position to drive blowgun darts at Doc Savage about the same moment he discovered the bodies.

Lefty and Bugs waited outside.

The single shot which had come during Big Eric's valiant fight had evidently passed as an automobile backfire, for it had attracted no attention. Edna's scream had escaped notice, too, probably because the Big Eric Danielsen mansion was set in elaborately landscaped grounds that were as large as a city park.