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"Who is it?" Hutton asked a very brown man in very white clothes. "What’s the blow-out about?"

The brown man looked a long time at the leather skirt the aviator wore.

"The Señor Doc Savage is on that steamer," the man said. "What you see is a reception to welcome and
honor him. The president is here, the minister of war, and many others."

"So the day has come when they honor a doctor," Hutton remarked.

The brown man looked surprised, and said, "Is it possible you have not heard of this Doc Savage? Every
one señor, knows him. Even the devils in hell."

"If you knew the kind of place I’ve been in for the last ten years," Hutton replied, "you wouldn’t know
much of what was going on in the world. Who is this guy, anyway?"

The brown man expanded his chest. The subject appeared to please him. And it was evident he took
pride in telling it.

"Doc Savage is a wonderful man, señor. His muscular strength is said to be the greatest in the world. But
most amazing of all, he possesses a keen brain with it. His scientific knowledge covers all fields, and he is
a genius in every one. With him are five trusted aids, men who are masters of their respective trades. Yet,
señor, this Doc Savage knows more than the whole five put together."

"What did you say his profession was?" Hutton was suddenly more interested than he had been.

"Helping out others, señor. Those who are misfortunate, and righting wrongs. He is very wealthy, and so
are his men. Look! There comes the lighter bearing them."

"Yeah," Hutton said, thoughtfully. "Thanks. Thanks a lot."

He walked rapidly toward the spot where Doc Savage would probably land. He elbowed people aside.

He did not see Amber O’Neel, but O’Neel saw him.



AMBER O’NEEL’S discovery of Hutton so promptly was not luck. The steamer in the harbor had
suggested the idea that the quarry might take flight by that route.

O’Neel had hurried to watch who embarked and disembarked, and to bribe the purser, if it were
possible, for a look at the passenger list to see who had booked passage from Cartagena.

"Damn me, my lucky day!" grinned O’Neel when he saw Aviator Hutton.

O’Neel worked through the crowd. He looked like a pleasant, fat man, a bit sweaty and scratched by
briars. Those who saw him couldn’t know that the hands in his pocket held his two guns, which he could
handle dexterously with either hand.

He also looked like a harmless, plump man with a purpose. But no one dreamed of the incredible ideas