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TREES with reaching, gnarled limbs grew thickly above the duck pond. Under these, the blackness was of opaque quality. Moving feet were treading softly. Few men in the world could have heard them slithering along the mushy ground.
Doc Savage rounded the duck man's shack. At the rear, he did not follow the fleeing spy directly. Instead, the bronze man leaped to the overhanging branch of a tree. His big hands grasped this lightly. From this extended limb, Doc swung to another.