The lone wolf had lined up the hordes of gangdom for tomorrow night. It was an ideal trap.
The Shadow, going forth on a minor skirmish, would encounter a mammoth ambuscade.
Hank Farley puffed his pipe and grinned in anticipation. He was sure of results tomorrow night.
Homer, however, despite his chief’s assurance, still quailed on the corner of the bench.
The worried man dreaded the task that lay before him. For he feared the wrath of The Shadow.
CHAPTER XI
AN INTERRUPTED WARNING
HANK FARLEY had been right when he had declared that The Shadow would be prepared to meet Homer Briggs at the Black Ship.
Early the next evening, a poorly dressed man sauntered into that notorious dive, and sat at a table in the corner of the main room.
While the man was apparently one of the riffraff who assembled nightly in that place, he was actually a person of a different sort.