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of
a cloaked attacker who was hurling aside the two Apaches. It was The Shadow
again, in action at dawn instead of twilight, and his opponents respected him.
They were diving behind the protection of the fat stove, hoping to be
there before The Shadow's guns began to rip. Rather than waste time with his
automatics, The Shadow delivered a defiant laugh, swooped upon Dick as he had
done that other time, and gathered him in a whirl that carried them both out
through the station door.
Next, they were around the corner, with Leo's savage snarls far behind
them. They went down the ruts to the river bank and onto a flat boat that was
planted there. Then, they were out on the river itself, using the cable
crossing. The Shadow was back to his Alpine feat.
So was Leo Dolbart.
A window smashed in the station; from it came the sharp crackles of
rifle,
and Irene's excited cries. She was still trying to stop Leo from shooting, and
perhaps she did her part in making his fire wide. Then the fog completely
swallowed the ancient one-car ferry.
Along with the lap of water, Dick Whitlock heard The Shadow's trailing
laugh, flinging back a departing taunt to the men who had lost all sight of
him
and the victim he had rescued.
A creature from the depths of the river fog, The Shadow was returning to
that element, triumphant!


CHAPTER XI

LAMONT CRANSTON took the steep, sharp turn leading up to the bridge
across
Leyden Kill and sped his trim car onto the old wooden bridge. There was a
sharper turn on the other side, but Cranston made it in the same easy style,
without the help of any comment from Dick Whitlock.
Then they were twisting for the climb beside the old flume, toward the
place where the road ran around the cliff edge, the most dangerous stretch of
all, but still Dick didn't talk. When Cranston drove, you sat back, held your
breath, and knew you'd come through anything.
Dick Whitlock had been finding that out all day. They were far from the
Berkshires, where this trip had begun and were now deep in the loftier
Adirondacks, on the final lap to Lake Sheen, which nestled in a high hollow,
close to Dick's lodge, Rook's Retreat.
Briefly, Dick's thoughts drifted back to the start of this ride, where
Cranston had taken over in place of The Shadow. So far, Dick hadn't even begun
to define The Shadow and Cranston as one.
Nor was it logical that he should.
Darkness had covered the switch of identities the first time; today, the
fog formed the blanket. Safely across the river at Rocky Point, Dick had found
himself in a car where Cranston joined him.
Obviously, The Shadow had gone back to settle matters with Leo Dolbart
and