"015 (B069) - The Mystery on the Snow (1934-05) - Lester Dent (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

A man squawked, grasping a tiny cut in one cheek which the blade had opened.
Then the fellow sank down on his knees. He seemed to go to sleep, and toppled
forward on his face.
The tip of HamТs sword cane was coated with a drug which brought instant
unconsciousness.
An overalled raider stumbled clear of the mъlщe. He took deliberate aim at Ham.
He was gripping a double-action revolver. The hammer started its backward march.
The Herculean man of bronze seemed to materialize beside the gunman. His palm
clamped over the gun, stopping the falling hammer. He twisted, got the weapon in
his own grasp.
Then he laid a hand alongside the manТs face. He seemed to put forth no
particular effort, yet the blow was loud, and the man was knocked out instantly.
That terminated the affair.

Chapter III. RADIO ORDERS
MOVING rapidly, the bronze man disarmed the unlucky raiders. Cartridges for the
guns came to light. There were three blackjacks in their possession.
Objects which received particular attention, however, were time-tables and stubs
of railway tickets. These proved that the gang had recently come from the far
northern portion of Canada.
One fellow, weaving dizzily on his feet, stared at the giant of metal.
"Who is yoТ?" he demanded vacantly.
The big man of bronze did not answer. He propelled the captives into a corner.
The terrible quality of his strength was shown by the way in which the men were
pitched about by his apparently effortless gestures.
A striking phenomenon occurred. Each time the man of metal came near one of the
others, he appeared to grow in stature. This was due to the fact that, although
he was a giant in size, his sinews were developed with such general thoroughness
that his proportions were entirely symmetrical. His build was such that, at a
distance, he seemed no larger than other men.
The prisoners peered at him as though they were having a bad dream.
Monk, enjoying their discomfiture, grinned from ear to ear.
"Know who this big fellow is?" he demanded.
"
Non," muttered a man.
Monk paused to get the proper spectacular effect; then: "Doc Savage!" he called.
"HeТs the man you wanted to meet."
Doc Savage, man of bronze, eyed the assortment of captives.
"What did you want with me?" he queried.
Doc SavageТs voice was remarkable for its qualities of tone. Neither loud, nor
distinctly emphatic, the voice conveyed an impression of restrained power.
"
Non," muttered the other, lying, "We not want yoТ."
"Your words carried to me, at the rear of the hangar," Doc told him. "You asked
for me."
The reply was a stubborn, "Non."
Doc turned upon the lawyer, Ham. "What did you learn today?" he asked.
Ham sheathed his sword cane. "This fellow, Mahal, is getting information about
you, Doc."
Doc Savage commented nothing. His unusually regular bronze features did not