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Then, with utmost care and silence, he began going away. He kept in the shadows, in the blackest
darkness. The Indian had not moved.



Chapter III
HORRIFIED, rigid, the Indian lay exactly as he had stopped after rolling. For a time he did not have
enough normalcy to breathe. But he did quiver noticeably as sounds came to him, as if he had become
suddenly supersensitive to sounds, as if his nerves were raw to them.

There was, actually, a space of a few moments before the echoes began coming. The scrape and rubbery
bump of the station wagon going over the cliff came back weirdly distorted, so that it was strangely like a
voice that said, тАЬHyah, Bob!тАЭ The echoes proceeded to repeat. The тАЬHyah, Bob!тАЭ came again, three
times in all, before the station wagon made its first strike far below, a loud rip and bang of metal on rock.
It hit again; two tires let go like shots; it seemed to crash twice only, then hit in water. But it was hard to
tell, because the canyon suddenly filled with conglomerate echoes of all the sounds that gabbled back and
forth furiously, finally dying. And then, weirdest of all, from some very far point, came echoing back the
Indian's first cry of terror as he had leaped from the station wagon. This seemed to put life into the Indian.

He got up and ran. He did not look around, or back. He kept close to the cliff on the right, hands out
feeling for the rock, crashing into it frequently, stubbing his fingers on it so that his fingernails were torn
loose. He began to gasp with agony that came partly from his fingers and partly from his mind.

He traveled in this mad way perhaps half a mile and was impaled by a flashlight beam.

тАЬGrunts!тАЭ a voice said loudly. тАЬWhat the hell's wrong?тАЭ

The Indian immediately fell down. His stoicism was gone.

тАЬThe station wagon went over the cliff, Mr. McKell,тАЭ he said, whimpering.

McKell, when that soaked in, began to curse. He called the Indian several very explicit things, said, тАЬA
twelve-hundred-dollar station wagon shot to hell, you damned fool!тАЭ Then, hearing someone in the
darkness behind him, he turned and shouted, тАЬSam! The damned station wagon went off the road and
into the river!тАЭ

Another man, a wide fat man puffing behind an electric hand lantern, arrived. He demanded, тАЬWas
Grunts in it?тАЭ He was alarmed and absolutely naked, the way he had been sleeping.

тАЬNo, he wasn't in it. I wish he had been,тАЭ McKell said bitterly.

Sam bent over the Indian, raking his light back and forth over the redman. He became puzzled. тАЬWhat's
the matter with you? You got out of it, didn't you?тАЭ he demanded.

Grunts shuddered violently. тАЬDoc Savage didn't,тАЭ he said.

тАЬEh?тАЭ
тАЬDoc Savage didn't,тАЭ the Indian said.