Flash Donegan became uneasy when he witnessed his henchman’s fright. He looked again at Lance Bolero. He saw that the swarthy gunman was as perturbed as Dip.
“The Shadow!” Flash attempted to echo the name with ridicule. But the hushed tone of his voice was ominous.
He laughed shortly; then added: “Somebody’s put one over on you, Lance. What did this guy look like?”
“I didn’t see him,” responded Bolero. “I grabbed him — but it was dark. There ain’t no ordinary guy can break my strangle hold, Flash. I never run into a bird like this one, before.
“When I came to, I was wonderin’ what had happened. Then, when Marty spilled his story, I knew who it was, all right!”
“I’ve heard a lot of fool talk about this four-flusher they call The Shadow,” said Flash, in an even tone. “But I always thought it was punks who were scared of him. Not gorillas like you fellows claim to be.
“Great stuff! Falling for a lot of hokum—”
“Listen, Flash.” Dip was talking earnestly. “Lance ain’t handin’ you no hokum. If Marty Jennings said it was The Shadow, he ain’t foolin’. Marty’s seen him before.
“He ain’t the only one I know that’s seen him. If we’ve crossed The Shadow, it’s goin’ to be tough for all of us. I’m tellin’ you!”
“He’s a bad actor,” declared Lance. “There’s a lot of fellows that ain’t around to tell what happened to them, after they tried to buck The Shadow.”