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Bruno Hen scowled blackly.

"You may never see Doc Savage, folks!" yelled the barker, "So step in and see one of the strongest men
in the world!"

Bruno Hen tried to remember who Doc Savage was. He seemed to have heard the name before.

Soon the breed came to a show featuring a mental marvel, a fellow who claimed to be able to answer
any question asked of him without consulting a reference book. The mental marvel was supposed to
know all things -- or so the barker was saying.

"The only living man who may possibly be a greater mental marvel than this individual, is Doc Savage!"
extolled the barker.

Bruno Hen scratched his head, trying to remember.

"Doc Savage you may never meet, my good people," the barker howled. "So pay a dime and see the
mental marvel who is almost his equal!"

Abruptly, Bruno Hen remembered who Doc Savage was. He was an almost legendary figure, a man of
mystery, who was reputed to be a superman in strength and mental ability. Doc Savage resided in New
York. He traveled to the ends of the earth, punishing wrongdoers and helping others out of trouble.

In Trapper Lake stores, Bruno Hen had heard traveling salesmen tell of Doc Savage's fabulous feats.

Little dreaming that Doc Savage -- to whom amazing feats were commonplace events -- was to play an
important part in the future of Trapper Lake, Bruno Hen walked on. He did not give a hoot about the
future of Trapper Lake, anyway.

WANDERING OVER the circus grounds, Bruno Hen soon found himself back among the tents and
wagons which the performers used for living quarters.

He came to a stop; his porcine eyes glittered. He put a wide, fatuous grin on his face.

Coming toward him was a young woman with the most striking hair Bruno Hen could recall having seen
-- hair the exact shade of steel. The young woman had it drawn like a tight steel skullcap, with steellike
knobs over her ears.

She wore boots, laced breeches, and a brilliant red jacket. The garments set off a shapely figure to great
advantage. A shiny metal revolver was belted about her waist,

Bruno Hen was nothing if not bold. He prepared to accost the young woman.

The girl evidently knew the ways of such louts. She veered off and avoided him.

Not daunted, Bruno Hen followed her. He stopped, however, when he saw the young woman pick up a
chair and calmly climb into a cage with several ferocious-looking maned beasts. These greeted her with
ugly roars.

The steel-haired girl was a lion tamer.