His powerful hands caught the two prisoners — one hand beneath an arm of each. The steel-like grip did not falter. Harry Vincent and Vic Marquette were raised from the pit to which they had been doomed. Gasping for breath, they rolled upon the floor of the cavern.
Out of darkness The Shadow had come. In a few brief minutes he had outwitted his opponents. He had rescued the two men who had been at the point of death.
Yet there was still work for The Shadow. The enemy had escaped. They must be pursued.
The mysterious avenger of the dark was ready for the chase.
The Shadow never yielded.
CHAPTER XXXII
THE LAST ATTACK
In their flight from the underground cavern, the counterfeiters had chosen the most accessible exits. Four of them had fled through the tunnel to the farmhouse. Only one — Isaac Coffran — had chosen the way that led to Blair Windsor’s home.
Reaching the cellar of the mansion, the old man closed the shelved door behind him. Then he arranged two iron bars so that they made it impossible for any one to open the secret door from within.
He went upstairs calmly, and sat at the telephone. He called the number of the farmhouse. The shaky voice of Birdie Crull replied.