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The blade merely opened a a small gash in the squat man's shoulder. But a surprising thing happened. His
eyes closed slowly and his arms dropped to his sides. The man seemed to go to sleep on his feet. He fell
heavily, blindly to the ground.

The tip of Ham's sword cane was covered with a drug, a tiny quantity of which in a wound was sufficient
to produce instant unconsciousness.

The dark attackers cursed viciously in their native tongue and rattled orders at each other. Monk and
Ham spoke many languages, and could recognize others.

"Tibetans!" Ham snapped.

Monk opened his mouth to make some reply. There was a sharp report, not unlike a handclap. Monk
closed his mouth and a vacant expression came into his eyes. His legs hinged at the knees.

A Tibetan had struck him from behind with a heavy revolver.

Ham, staring at the fallen Monk, saw a gun clubbing for his own head. He tried to dodge, but too late,
and cart-wheels of colored fire spun in his eyeballs as the weapon landed.

Ham sank in what seemed like a pleasantly warm sea of black ink.

The Tibetans gathered up Monk, Ham, and their own unconscious companions. They even took the case
holding the pig, Habeas Corpus. Then they moved through the crowd. Their menacing guns opened a
path.

AT the corner of the hospital building, the seizure of pretty Rae Stanley had been effected as thoroughly
as had the downfall of Monk and Ham.

The young woman apparently had no weapon except her small fists and the sharp toes of her slippers,
but she managed to draw several roars of pain from her assailants before they overpowered her.

Saturday Loo was in personal charge of the gang.
"You were warned to stay away from here," he told the girl angrily. "It is a foolish bird which pecks the
friendly cat."

"Tell your men to take their filthy hands off me," snapped the young woman.

Saturday Loo favored her with a vicious smile, and accused her: "You came here to warn Doc Savage!"

Instead of replying, Rae Stanley kicked her captors on the shins. They made gobbling sounds which were
Tibetan exclamations of pain.

"Come!" Saturday Loo ordered. "Bring the she-tiger!"

Drawing the rope from under his gaudy poncho, Saturday Loo looped it over the girl's arms. Flourishing
revolvers in a threatening manner, the Tibetans made for the outskirts of the throng with their prisoner.

It chanced that their course led them directly toward an Antofagasta policeman. The officer confronted