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Some delay followed while he and Long Tom settled matters about their passports. They had entered
Egypt without these necessities, having flown the lost dirigible there at the conclusion of their last great
adventure in the lost oasis.

The papers which the American consul had supplied to Doc and his men were finally passed upon,
however. They went aboard, being plentifully elbowed en route by excited tourists. The screaming din of
peddlers trying to make a last sale, was deafening.

A neat modernistic elevator lifted them to the top deck, which held their cabins. The Cameronic was a
new craft. They turned down the corridor which led to their quarters.

They had not taken a dozen steps when a volley of yells crackled through the passage! Blows whacked!
A man screeched in terrible pain!
Three thin brown men dived out of a door down the corridor. They were half naked, their burnooses torn
off. One streamed crimson from a gash in his arm.

After the latter man, pursuing him closely, appeared a slender, dapperly dressed gentleman. This fellow's
clothing was sartorial perfection. He was in the heat of action, yet his attire was as unruffled as if he had
been presiding at a banquet.

He flourished a thin-bladed sword cane. It was obviously this which had opened the gash in the fleeing
one's arm.

This man was Brigadier General Theodore Marley Brooks, better known as "Ham." He was one of the
cleverest lawyers Harvard had ever matriculated. And he was one of Doc Savage's five aids.

Close on Ham's heels came probably the homeliest man ever to set foot on the Cameronic. He weighed
close to two hundred and sixty pounds, and he had the physique of a gorilla. His arms were inches longer
than his legs. His hide was furred with a growth of coarse, red bristles. His rather pleasant, unlovely
features, bore numerous ancient scars -- thin, gray lines, as if a chicken with chalk feet had paraded on
his face.

"Monk!"

No other nickname would have fitted him. As Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Blodgett Mayfair, he was
conceded to be among the greatest of modern chemists. He, too, was one of Doc Savage's five men.

Monk and Ham pursued the three fleeing brown villains.

THE swarthy trio veered into a cross-ship passage which led out on deck. They never hesitated, but
cleared the rail with wild leaps. The splashes, as they hit the water far below, came in such near
succession as to be a single loud swish of a sound.

Doc and Long Tom arrived at the rail close behind Ham and Monk.

"What was the trouble?" Long Tom demanded.

"Those three rats tried to nab Doc's baggage!" the big, hairy Monk explained, in a voice surprisingly mild
for one of such bulk.