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THE LOST OASIS
A Doc Savage Adventure, by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I. A MILLION-DOLLAR MYSTERY
? Chapter 2. THE FLUTTERING DEATH
? Chapter 3. THE HORROR TRAIL
? Chapter 4. TWINS OF EVIL
? Chapter 5. TROUBLE BUSTER, INC.
? Chapter 6. GRIM QUEST
? Chapter 7. PHANTOM PURSUIT
? Chapter 8. NIGHT SNARE
? Chapter 9. AIR MONSTER
? Chapter 10. PERIL'S STOWAWAYS
? Chapter 11. FIGHT IN THE SKY
? Chapter 12. THE LOST 0ASIS
? Chapter 13. SLAVES OF TERROR
? Chapter 14. SIEGE
? Chapter 15. THE LIVING SHIELD
? Chapter 16. SLAVERY
? Chapter 17. THE BREAK
? Chapter 18. SUICIDE

Chapter I. A MILLION-DOLLAR MYSTERY
THE NEW York water front was in the grip of excitement. Expectant, curious crowds milled in the
district, and more were arriving.

Nearly every pier end - these offered the best views of the harbor - held a cluster of staring individuals.
There was much talk, and the watchers bought numerous newspapers.

Perfect strangers argued over the headlines as though they had been lifelong acquaintances. These
discussions always ended with both participants fixing intent stares upon the bay surface.

The absence of a moon made the early evening darkness rather murky. Many spectators secured
binoculars and telescopes from hawkers who offered these articles for rent. Newsboys were yelling
themselves hoarse. Peanuts, pretzels, hot dogs, and soft drinks were selling fast. But even the peddlers
frequently took off long enough to scamper out on the piers and gaze at the bay.

Taxi after taxi crowded down to the water front, horns blaring, and unloaded passengers. Often as not,
the drivers deserted their machines and hurried out on the wharves to watch.

Many of the taxi riders were newspaper reporters and cameramen, the latter burdened with equipment
for taking flashlight pictures.
In the general hubbub, it was doubtful if any one noticed one cab which behaved differently than the
others. For one thing, this machine did not head for the center of excitement, but made for a spot where
warehouses cast deep shadows.

Once, in signaling a turn, the driver held out his hand. The hand was enormous. Indeed, it was such a