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Doc was already bending over the two forms on the bed. The garroting straps were strong, yet they
broke under Doc's sinewy fingers like cardboard strips.

The girl's wrist in one hand, the man's in the other, Doc explored for pulse.

Both were still alive; pulse was strong, respiration firm.

"This didn't happen more than a few moments ago," Doc told Renny. "The would-be killers must have
escaped through the window."

Renny, his head thrust outside, boomed: "I don't see anybody!"

"They had time to duck."

"Yeah," Renny agreed. He lifted his gaze skyward. "Holy cow! That thing is almost an omen!"
"What is?"

"An airplane flying overhead!" Renny rumbled. "The thing is black - looks kinda like a buzzard."

Doc stepped to the window and studied the plane. His sharp eye noted something Renny had missed.

"That plane has no identification numeral!" he said sharply. Renny made a silent whistle. "In view of
what's happening on this train, that's more than passing strange, eh? P!olice on lawful business usually
have identification numbers."

Like a somber vulture, the black monoplane dipped off to the westward, and was soon lost to sight.

Doc twisted a faucet at the washbowl, caught cold water in a palm, carried it over and dashed it on the
faces of Senor Corto Oveja and his daughter. He waited expectantly, but they did not stir.

"They should be coming out of it!" Doc said in a vaguely puzzled tone.

He tested pulse and respiration. Then, for the briefest moment, the bronze man's weird trilling note was
audible. It trailed softly up and down the musical scale, and abruptly was gone.

Turning to Renny, Doc said: "It looks as if, in addition to being choked, they got a dose of the same thing
our four friends got - that weird unconsciousness."

Renny was staring fixedly at the door. There was an expression of bewilderment on his long, puritanical
face.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Look, Doc!"

His huge hand indicated the inner side of the door panel which he had damaged.

The sheet metal bore an eerie smudge. It had the likeness of a wolf head - a wolf with horribly human
features.

"I saw it earlier," Doc explained.