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Cedric said: “In the beginning of time, all things were one thing, and that one thing was the hot breath of
the Great Spirit. One day the Great Spirit got tired of seeing his hot breath alone in cold space, so he
cooled it, and made it hard, and lo, it was the earth. The Great Spirit became interested in the earth,
which had been his hot breath, and he changed it some more, making trees and flowers and rivers and
things. He made men, too, but after a long time, he did not like the men he had made. They were Piutes
and Hopis and Navahos and Cheyennes and other Indians, and the Great Spirit was not happy about
them. So he decided to make a man he would like, and one day he thrust his finger into the solid rock of
the earth, making a small round hole. Out of this hole came Pocopoco, a small, green man with a big
smile. The Great Spirit liked Pocopoco, because he was always smiling. But the other Indians, the Piutes
and Navahos and those others, were jealous, and they began to chase Pocopoco. He was little, so he
had to run. The other Indians chased little Pocopoco all over. And the Great Spirit was wrathful. So he
changed Pocopoco into a big, fierce Indian, and he begot a race of big, fine, fierce Indians, who were my
tribe, of course. That is how my tribe got started. So now we chase all the other Indians.”

Park looked at Cedric thoughtfully. “That's an Indian legend hereabouts, eh?”

“Sure,” said Cedric. “Haven't you heard it before?”

Park realized that he had previously heard part of some such legend, but had paid no attention to it.
Cedric was telling the truth, then.

“Does anybody,” asked Park thoughtfully, “ever see this Pocopoco around any more?”

“Are you kidding?” said Cedric, staring at him. “Say, you have been smoking loco, haven't you?”

“A lot of sympathy I get from you,” said Park.

Cedric whipped up his winded broncs. “In a hurry to get to town,” he said. “Hear there is a great man
there. Want to look at him.”

“Take us by the sheriff's office,” requested Park. “We want to get him after some guys in a truck who
kidnaped and were going to murder us.”

“No time for sheriff,” said Cedric. “Got to see this famous man. Just want to stand and look at him.
Name is Doc Savage.”

“Why,” said Attorney Martha Colby, “I have heard of Doc Savage. Is he in Sandersonville?”

“Sure,” said Cedric. “Very big fellow, this Savage. So great a man, I figure he must be an Indian, direct
descendant of Pocopoco.”

Parker O'Donnel remembered those telegrams he had in his pocket for Doc Savage. He'd better not
forget to deliver them.



THE Indian, Cedric, let them out at Park O'Donnel's apartment, which was on his way. Parker intended
to telephone the sheriff, using his own phone.