Cliff was on the front seat with Patsy. His automatic was wrested from his hand. Patsy, too, was overpowered. Nipper and Dave, in the back, were flattened on the bottom of the truck. Their guns were empty.
Then, from an obscure place, came the sound of two automatics! They were being fired from between two piles of crates near the truck.
An amazing marksman was at work. As a huge fist rose to knock Cliff unconscious, a bullet struck the upraised arm. One by one, the attackers dropped. It seemed as though a charmed circle had been formed.
Patsy, finding himself free, shot the truck forward. A last dock walloper leaped toward him with an automatic. Another second, and the truck would have been driverless.
But a single shot barked as Patsy swerved the truck. The threatening attacker fell in his tracks!
Staring backward, from the turning truck, Cliff saw a tall black form spring from its hiding place between the boxes. With tremendous strides the figure leaped forward and gained the rear of the departing truck.
As Patsy suddenly increased the speed, Cliff was overwhelmed with amazement. There were five men aboard the truck! Cliff, Patsy, Dave, Nipper, and — The Shadow!
The master of darkness had rescued Cliff and his men from certain doom, and now, as they whirled along through the night, Cliff heard a long peal of raucous laughter behind him.
The Shadow was riding with them to safety! Durgan’s work had been ruined!
As the truck stopped on the deserted street, beside their touring car, Dave clambered into the front seat.