On, on, went The Shadow, seeking some avenue where he might turn, guiding his way along the twisting road that was curving its rock-incrusted route down a rugged, rambling slope.
Soon he would be at the end of this path.
Ahead, there might be safety. Ahead, might lie a trap more formidable than the one which The Shadow had escaped. The thumping of the rocky road was racking the frame of the coupe.
Life or death hung in the balance with the great hazard yet to come.
Again, The Shadow laughed. His mocking mirth rang clear and bold through the blackened air of night!
Chapter XIV — The Shadow's Fight
A flattened, widening strip in the road ahead. The wheels of the coupe swished as the fast-moving car spurted over the short stretch.
Then came a sharp turn to the left — a downward road on a low-banked, treeless stretch of land. Beyond that, something white and level shone beneath the approaching lights.
The coupe, responding to The Shadow's urge, hurtled toward the whitish mass ahead.
Then its hood tilted upward to a level. The raising lights hurled a vivid glare upon the blackness of the waveless Sound. A quick foot pressed the brake. The coupe skidded sharply upon the dampened surface of a swimming wharf. The car swung to the right. Its rear wheels skimmed along the edge of the pier, almost dropping over the side.