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“Hell, Savage is just here working at the defense plant,” he said.

He put the telegrams back in their envelopes, however, and put them in Park's pocket again. “We better
find out how to deliver them, so Savage won't get his attention called to this,” the man said.



PARKER O'DONNEL was not an impressionable young man, but as he stood there and thought about
Doc Savage, he underwent a change. Or maybe it was rage which wrought the change. But at any rate,
Park became so overheated he could not control himself. He began to behave as he had heard Doc
Savage behaved.

Park hit the nearest man a terrific blow on the jaw with his fist. The man fell over backward. Park
pounced on him and grabbed up the man's gun.

“I'll show you, you lugs!” Park yelled.

He shot at a man. The man ducked, and Park's bullet missed the target, went on through the dividing wall
between the driver's compartment and the part of the van where they were. The bullet evidently nicked
the truck driver, because the vehicle swerved off the road.

Most of the roads around Sandersonville were mountain roads. So it was not a safe thing for a car to
swerve off the highway. But this time, they were lucky. The truck swung off, it was obvious, and hit a
sheer cliff of stone on the inside.

The truck hit the cliff a glancing blow. But it was a tremendous impact. The truck bounced, straightened
itself, kept the road, and went on. The driver had recovered.

But the crash of the van body against the cliff had wrenched loose the rear doors, and they flopped open
like a pair of big leaves.

The way was open to escape.

Park had the sense to use it.

He snatched up Attorney Martha Colby bodily, and jumped with her out of the truck. They rolled end
over end, because the truck was traveling about twenty miles an hour.

When Park stopped rolling, he flattened out on his stomach and aimed the gun, which he had managed to
hold on to, at the back of the truck. He put two bullets into the truck. He decided to keep the other three
cartridges—the gun held six—for future defensive operations, if they became necessary.

But the truck kept going. It went very fast. Some bullets came flying back from it, but they were not very
well aimed.
Park could hear the men in the rear cursing the driver, telling him to stop. They told the
blankety-blank-blank driver to stop, because then they could get Park and the girl. But the driver kept
going. Park knew then that the truck driver had actually been hit by the wild bullet, and the man wanted
no more fight. He was getting himself out of the mess, and taking the others, who were unwilling, with
him.