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These two were clearly father and daughter.

The attractive young woman seemed intrigued, not by the bronze man's undeniable physical strength, but
by the fact that he was one of the handsomest fellows she had ever seen.

Doc Savage went on, seeming not to notice the pair.

Frowning, the elderly man dropped a hand on his daughter's arm.

"Quila aIM!" he ejaculated severely in Spanish. "For shame! You were smiling at that man, Cere."

The enchanting Cere colored in confusion. She had smiled, although she had not meant to.

"Eso es espantoso!" she laughed. "It is dreadful! Thank goodness, he did not see me. He would have
thought me very forward."

"Si, Si," her parent agreed disapprovingly.

Father and daughter were staring after the receding bronze man when a low voice sounded at their side.

A man had joined them silently. This individual was tall and slenderly athletic. His face was more than
handsome. It was pretty. It was almost a girl's face. His age was somewhere around thirty-five. He had
hard eyes.

"I trust you are retaining your courage, senorita," he said fawningly. He bowed to her father. "You also,
Senor Corto Oveja."

"You need have no fear of our nerve, El Rabanos," said Cere in excellent English. "Instead of discussing
our troubles, we were remarking on the striking qualities of the bronze man who just passed. Do you
happen to know his name?"

The girl-faced El Rabanos leaned close to breathe: "Not so loud, senorita!"

A close observer could have noted that the pretty senorita had suddenly begun turning pale. "You mean -
"

"The bronze man is Doc Savage," said El Rabanos.

Senor Corto Oveja came up rigid in his chair. "So that is the man - the fiend who is to kill us! Dios mio!"

"Si, si!" muttered El Rabanos. "We must watch this Doc Savage. From him, our very lives are in
danger."

"And his appearance made such a good impression," Cere murmured forlornly.

DOC SAVAGE, unaware of the bombshell his passage had exploded, stepped out on the observation
platform.

One man rode there. The outstanding thing about this fellow was his gigantic hands. Each of these was
composed of more than a quart of bone and gristle, sheathed in hide that resembled rusted sheet iron.