"See what you can do about that gasoline leak!" he directed. Then, head-first, he pitched overboard. Doc struck the water cleanly, with a minimum of splash. His powerful frame curved expertly an instant after the moment of impact, and the result was a perfect shallow dive. He seemed scarcely to wet his back.
Doc stroked to the wreck. A hole gaped in the fuselage, He grasped the edge of this, hauled himself up and glanced into the cabin The body of the pilot was being tumbled about by the water that poured into the cabin. There was a crease nearly three inches deep across the top of his skull, where he had smashed against a strut.
A few feet from the dead flier, the steel-haired girl paddled feebly. She was dazed, but seemed otherwise not seriously damaged.
DOC SAVAGE reached into the sinking plane and hauled the girl out. He was none too soon, for the stricken craft, weighted by its engine, sank. The whirl drew Doc and his burden beneath the surface.
powerful stroking on the bronze man"s part brought them up again.
Bubbles the size of water buckets arose from the sinking plane and, bursting, made plopping noises.
Doc glanced upward, then around. The gyro was on the lake surface! It had settled there during the momentary s.p.a.ce when the bronze man was under water.
"You"ll sink!" Doc shouted warningly. "Those bullets all but tore the bottom out of the fuselage!"
"The gas is gone -- leaked out!" Renny boomed. "We couldn"t plug that hole. It was in an inaccessible position."
The men in the gyro were bringing out collapsible canvas boats. They tossed these into the water, then flung articles of equipment into the little sh.e.l.ls.
The gyro settled, rocking a little. Doc"s men voiced no more words; the business of transferring their paraphernalia to the boats was too "urgent.
Monk moved Habeas Corpus from the stricken plane.
They completed the shift with only fragments of seconds to spare, and clambered hastily into the folding boats, barely escaping from under the great wings of the gyro as it went down.
Doc Savage paddled to the nearest folding boat. He lifted the steel-haired girl in; then, careful not to upset the sh.e.l.l, clambered aboard himself.
The steel-haired girl, recovered now, stared at Doc in the moonlight. She spoke, and her voice was calm for all of the ripping excitement of the last few minutes.
"They tied me in the c.o.c.kpit," she said. "They wanted you to think I was your attacker."
"We guessed that," Monk put in, anxious to get the favor of the entrancing young woman.
Doc seemed about to ask the steel-haired girl questions, but withheld them. He leveled an arm.
"Our trouble seems to be just starting!"
The pig, Habeas, reared up from his position near Monk"s feet. He looked toward the island. His tremendous ears shot straight in the air. He emitted a procession of staccato, excited grunts. Then he ducked below the gunwales of the boat, as if to shut out the sight. In the direction of the island, three gigantic human heads projected above the lake surface. Huge black arms appeared and disappeared in measured swimming stroke.
"They"re coming after us!" the girl shrilled.
CLIPPED TO the light metal frame of the collapsible boats were telescoping oars. The men hastily freed these and began to paddle.
"One consolation," said bony Johnny, "is that those freaks can"t swim as fast as we can row."
They paddled briskly. All six were men of more than average muscular development: The steel-haired girl, insisting on wielding a paddle, exhibited strength somewhat beyond the ordinary. The swimming pinhead giants dropped farther back.
"They"re not wearing their armor," Ham remarked. "If they come close, we"ll see how bullets affect "em!"
Without interrupting his paddling, Doc addressed the steel- haired girl.
"me gang wanted you to teach them the pinhead Ianguage so they could issue commands to those three black fellows, didn"t they?"
She nodded. "Yes. They made me repeat numerous commands until they understood how to issue them.
I found out why they were so anxious to be able to give them orders. It seems that the blacks hated Bruno Hen.
He had done them some injury. One night they escaped and murdered him. They wouldn"t have done this, had their chief ordered them not to do so."
"Why was the giant murdered in the New York mine tunnel?" Doc questioned. "Or did you hear of it?"
"I heard," said the girl. "That particular giant had been stubborn about taking orders from Pere Teston.
They were afraid of him."
"Pere Teston!" Doc asked sharply.
"He is the chief," the girl explained. "I did not see him. But his name was mentioned numerous times."
"What about Griswold Rock?"
"He"s on the island somewhere. I didn"t see him."
Monk put in, "What I fail to understand is why they seized Griswold Rock the second time?"
"I don"t know why they grabbed him," the girl replied.
"Do you know any of their plans?" Doc asked.
"Only that Pere Teston intends to send his giants against Detroit to-morrow night."
To their ears came the mutter of a motor boat. It was a fast craft; it appeared a moment later, scudding around the end of the island. It veered to One side in order to keep clear of any bullets they might launch, and circled to get ahead of them.
"Holy cow!" Renny groaned. "That thing is making sixty an hour, at least."
The motor boat was soon ahead. A tripod, mounted on its bow cowling, supported a machine gun. Thiswent into action, sending a ribbon of lead across the lake surface.
Doc"s men tried returning the fire with their small supermachine pistols. The range of the other weapon, however, was too great. They were driven to back water, their own bullets falling short.
The swimming pinheads speedily overhauled them.
Chapter 22. THE AWFUL ISLE.
RENNY, WITH his huge, rocklike hands, was the most skilled marksman of the party, excepting only Doc. He lifted his supermachine gun and fired. The bullets traced a foamy line across the water, a line that sought and found one of the swimming pinheads.
The giant made a great gobbling sound of anger and dived beneath the surface. He came up some yards nearer.
From the speed boat came a tremendous voice -- words launched by a loud-speaker of the high-powered type sometimes mounted on the under side of airplanes used ill delivering advertising talks from the sky.
It was the voice of red-necked Hack.
"Everybody come out here and help!" Hack called.
Answering the summons, more giants appeared on the island. They might have been hideous genii, conjured by the rubbing of a magic lamp, for they sprang up from what had seemed a bleak, boulder-strewn hump of rock. Amid a great splashing, they swam to aid the three black, gigantic pinhe ads.
"It"s only a question of time till they nail us!" Renny said glumly.
The speed boat darted toward their little collapsible sh.e.l.ls, and its machine gun tossed salvos of sound over the lake surface. The bullets were carefully aimed. They herded Doc and his party toward the swimming monsters.
Long Tom, on his knees in one of the little sh.e.l.ls, opened a light metal case. In this were racked objects which resembled metal cannisters holding movie film, These were ammo drums for the supermachine pistols.
"Some of these are explosive bullets," the electrical wizard announced.
The others had known this. Doc carried all types of cartridges -- mercy slugs, tracers, incendiary bullets, armor piercers, and explosives.
Renny clipped a drum of explosive ammo into his weapon. He aimed carefully, after latching his gun into single-fire position, and fired once.
There was a flash, a loud report, and the giant who was Renny"s target bawled loudly. The explosive slug had opened a gaping pit in his shoulder.
Hack"s coa.r.s.e voice came from the loud-speaker on the speed boat. "Don"t kill the bronze man, or any of those with him!" it commanded.
Then the florid-necked Hack repeated the command in the hooting, gobbling dialect of the pinheads. Doc"s men swapped glances in the moonlight. Their features held blank surprise.
"Didja hear that?" Monk exclaimed. "Apparently they don"t want to kill us."
"It may be a trick to get us to surrender!" the girl said wildly.
Doc Savage selected a container of equipment and opened it. He removed several of the compact devices called "lungs" by divers. These consisted of clips to close the nostrils, and mouthpieces -- the latter with attached hoses which led to chemical breath purifiers.
Doc and the others donned these lungs. The bronze man himself showed the steel-haired girl how the contrivance functioned.
The pig, Habeas Corpus, watched these preparations with a beady-eyed intentness. His near-human intelligence was exhibited when he began squealing plaintively.
"Blast it!" Monk groaned. "We"re gonna have to let "im take care of himself."
"Can he swim?" Ham asked.
The dapper lawyer sounded anxious. Considering the desire he had expressed on innumerable occasions to slaughter Habeas, his present concern was surprising.
"He"s a swell swimmer," Monk grunted.
The homely chemist lifted Habeas by the scruff of the neck and pointed at the island.
"We"ll meet you there, buddy," he said optimistically.
The pig plunged overboard and began swimming for the rocky protuberance.
Doc and the others slid into the water. Each carried a ease of equipment, these serving as weights. They sank beneath the surface.
Doc switched on his flashlight when he touched the lake bottom. The flash was waterproof. The others gathered about the light. As soon as they were together, they linked hands in a living chain. Doc switched off the light. He did not want the giants, swimming above, to spot the glow.
They moved along the lake bottom toward the island.
DOC SAVAGE wore upon his right wrist a small, highly accurate watch. This was made entirely of non-magnetic metal; and slung on a jeweled bearing between the crystal and the hands, was a compa.s.s needle. This was luminous; and since the watch case was waterproof, it could be used under water.
The water pressure was not especially disagreeable, the depth being scarcely more than twenty feet.
Moonlight made a faint silvery haze overhead. Waves suffused this with undulating shadows. On the bottom, where they walked: it was very dark.
That water transmits sound more effectively than the air was demonstrated by the distinctness with which they could hear the slopping noises the swimming giants were making.
Distinct also was the throb of the speed boat"s motor. This latter sound drew closer.
Unexpectedly there came a terrific concussion. Invisible fingers seemed to ram into the ears of Doc and his aids and press against the drums until the agony was intolerable. Their bodies felt the shock, a distinctimpact from head to foot.
Doc Savage knew what had happened. Their enemies had explosives in the speed boat. They were dropping the stuff into the lake.
The first explosion, terrifying as were its effects, had occurred some distance away. Other detonations, occurring nearer, would bring crushing death.
Doc Savage dropped the case of apparatus which he was using for weight, and stroked to the surface.
His five men and the girl followed.
"Tough," he said grimly when they were all afloat. "But to stay down there would have been suicide."
MOUTHING TREMENDOUS sounds, the giants converged upon their quarry. The manner of the monsters was ferocious. They seemed possessed of a killer l.u.s.t.
The huge loud-speaker on the speed boat blasted metallic words.
"Do not harm them," Hack thundered. "We"ll hold "em until we hear from the chief."
Low-voiced, Doc addressed his five aids and the girl.
"Take it easy. We haven"t a chance. They really mean that stuff about not harming us."
A moment later, one of the swimming giants reached Doc Savage. The monster chanced to be one of the pinheads.
Doc Savage, who towered in stature when beside ordinary mortals, was dwarfed by the grotesque proportions of the pinhead. A monster hand clamped upon Doc"s arm. Desirous of ascertaining what strength the giants possessed, Doc struggled.
The result was astounding. For all of his fabulous muscular ability, he might have been a child opposing a mature man. Not wishing to anger the pinhead monstrosity unnecessarily, Doc permitted himself to be towed sh.o.r.eward.
The girl, Monk, Ham, and the others were captured in like fashion and dragged toward the island.