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THE RED SKULL
A Doc Savage Adventure by Kenneth Robeson
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? Chapter I. THE HUNTED MAN
? Chapter II. THE DEATH TRICK
? Chapter III. FANGS
? Chapter IV. THE TOUCH THAT SLEW
? Chapter V. ARCTIC BAIT
? Chapter VI. MONK IN TROUBLE
? Chapter VII. NICK CLIPTON
? Chapter VIII. DEATH DECOY
? Chapter IX. ARIZONA TRAIL
? Chapter X. MAN BATS
? Chapter XI. THE CANYON FIGHT
? Chapter XII. KILLER CHASM
? Chapter XIII. HOT ROCK
? Chapter XIV. THE PLOT SINISTER
? Chapter XV. THE THUNDERING DEATH
? Chapter XVI. NEW SUSPECT
? Chapter XVII. CLEW TRAIL
? Chapter XVIII. MYSTERIOUS MOTIVES
? Chapter XIX. TRUCK DEATH
? Chapter XX. THE FIERY TRAIL
? Chapter XXI. ROBOT MEN
? Chapter XXII. THE DEATH LIGHT

Scanned and proofed by Tom Stephens.

Chapter I. THE HUNTED MAN
FIVE men were running across the golf links of the Widebrook Country Club. They kept in a compact group,
and their manner was determined and sinister. Each carried a hooded golf bag.

The hour was near midnight. The moon sprayed a silver glow over fairways, sand traps and putting greens.

The five men drew no clubs from their covered bags. No golf balls lay on the fairways, not even luminous balls
of the type sometimes used by those eccentric persons who play night golf. They were not indulging in a
moonlight game—at least, not a golf game.

The five did not look like men who would turn to golf for recreation. They had calloused hands, thick necks
and faces which were rocky and cold. Their skins were brown, leatherlike; their eyes had a habitual
squint—marks of lives spent in a land of blistering heat and white-hot sunlight.

An observer would have wondered why they carried the shrouded golf bags, and would have been alarmed at
their grim manner. But there were no observers. The Widebrook was one of the elite links in the vicinity of
New York. Through the day, many persons of wealth played there. At night, there was only the watchman.

The watchman now lay in one of the clubhouse lockers. He was bound with rope ordinarily used to stretch the