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The other Tibetans leaped to the aid of their chief. One struck down, with a pistol barrel, the policeman
whose life Doc had saved. The others sprang at Doc.

What occurred now was something else of which Aymaran Indians talked around Andean camp fires.
They told of the fabulous giant of bronze who overpowered with his bare hands almost a dozen heavily
armed men. They discussed how the great man of metal shifted here and there so swiftly that he could
hardly be seen, striking great blows with his fists.

Saturday Loo was among the first to go down.

PRETTY Rae Stanley managed to twist her arms out of the poorly tied ropes which held them. She
landed an uppercut on a Tibetan's jaw. Her punch was potent.

The man staggered, hands pawing foolishly at the air.

Another brown man swung his gun muzzle toward the young woman. There was not the slightest doubt
but that he intended to shoot her.

Doc Savage's weird golden eyes apparently kept track of everything. Even in the heated combat, he saw
the Tibetan's intention to kill the girl. The bronze man veered over, and his fist, drifting out with an
eye-defying speed, seemed to caress the chin of the Tibetan. There was a distinctly audible crunch - and
the man's jaw slewed around almost under an ear. He dropped.

Doc grasped the girl's arm and turned her away from the fight.

"Get clear!" he said, and shoved her into the crowd.

The bronze man's voice was as amazing as his appearance, a tone of vitality and controlled power.

A cyclonic Nemesis, Doc descended upon such Tibetans as were still on their feet. Swarthy sons of the
Himalayas dropped in succession until not one remained erect.

Doc, towering head and shoulders above the crowd, searched for the girl and located her
mahogany-tressed head a hundred feet distant.

For the time being, she was safe.

Doc Savage now waded into the crowd. He presented a striking figure as he made a path for himself.

The crowd thickened ahead of Doc. An excited milling started.

Doc swung sharply to the left. He reached one of the posts which supported one of the loud-speakers of
the public-address system. He climbed to the top of this.

DOC Savage had seen the other group of Tibetans seize his two men, Monk and Ham. He had been
watching proceedings from an upper window of the partially finished hospital when this excitement
started.

Doc had been sincere in his intention not to show himself at the hospital dedication, for it was true that the