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Edgar Rice Burroughs


As he dropped the last grisly fragment of the
dismembered and mutilated body into the small vat of
nitric acid that was to devour every trace of the
horrid evidence which might easily send him to the
gallowsthe man sank weakly into a chair and throwing
his body forward upon his greatteak desk buried his
face in his armsbreaking into drymoaning sobs.

Beads of perspiration followed the seams of his high
wrinkled foreheadreplacing the tears which might have
lessened the pressure upon his overwrought nerves. His
slender frame shookas with agueand at times was
racked by a convulsive shudder. A sudden step upon the
stairway leading to his workshop brought him trembling
and wide eyed to his feetstaring fearfully at the
locked and bolted door.

Although he knew perfectly well whose the advancing
footfalls werehe was all but overcome by the madness
of apprehension as they came softly nearer and nearer
to the barred door. At last they halted before itto
be followed by a gentle knock.

Daddy!came the sweet tones of a girl's voice.

The man made an effort to take a firm grasp upon
himself that no tell-tale evidence of his emotion might
be betrayed in his speech.

Daddy!called the girl againa trace of anxiety in
her voice this time. "What IS the matter with you
and what ARE you doing? You've been shut up in
that hateful old room for three days now without a
morsel to eatand in all likelihood without a wink of
sleep. You'll kill yourself with your stuffy old experiments."

The man's face softened.

Don't worry about me, sweetheart,he replied in a
well controlled voice. "I'll soon be through now--soon
be through--and then we'll go away for a long vacation-for
a long vacation."

I'll give you until noon, Daddy,said the girl in a
voice which carried a more strongly defined tone of
authority than her father's soft drawland then I
shall come into that room, if I have to use an axe, and

bring you out--do you understand?

Professor Maxon smiled wanly. He knew that his
daughter was equal to her threat.

All right, sweetheart, I'll be through by noon for
sure--by noon for sure. Run along and play now, like a
good little girl.

Virginia Maxon shrugged her shapely shoulders and shook
her head hopelessly at the forbidding panels of the door.

My dolls are all dressed for the day,she cried
and I'm tired of making mud pies--I want you to come out
and play with me.But Professor Maxon did not reply-he
had returned to view his grim operationsand the
hideousness of them had closed his ears to the sweet
tones of the girl's voice.

As she turned to retrace her steps to the floor below
Miss Maxon still shook her head.

Poor old Daddy,she musedwere I a thousand years
old, wrinkled and toothless, he would still look upon
me as his baby girl.

If you chance to be an alumnus of Cornell you may
recall Professor Arthur Maxona quietslender
white-haired gentlemanwho for several years was an
assistant professor in one of the departments of
natural science. Wealthy by inheritancehe had chosen
the field of education for his life work solely from a
desire to be of some material benefit to mankind since
the meager salary which accompanied his professorship
was not of sufficient import to influence him in the
slightest degree.

Always keenly interested in biologyhis almost
unlimited means had permitted him to undertakein
secreta series of daring experiments which had
carried him so far in advance of the biologists of his
day that he hadwhile others were still groping
blindly for the secret of lifeactually reproduced by
chemical means the great phenomenon.

Fully alive to the gravity and responsibilities of his
marvellous discovery he had kept the results of his
experimentationand even the experiments themselvesa
profound secret not only from his colleaguesbut from
his only daughterwho heretofore had shared his every
hope and aspiration.

It was the very success of his last and most
pretentious effort that had placed him in the
horrifying predicament in which he now found himself-with
the corpse of what was apparently a human being in his
workshop and no available explanation that could possibly
be acceptable to a matter-of-fact and unscientific police.

Had he told them the truth they would have laughed at
him. Had he said: "This is not a human being that you
seebut the remains of a chemically produced
counterfeit created in my own laboratory they would
have smiled, and either hanged him or put him away with

the other criminally insane.

This phase of the many possibilities which he had
realized might be contingent upon even the partial
success of his work alone had escaped his
consideration, so that the first wave of triumphant
exultation with which he had viewed the finished result
of this last experiment had been succeeded by
overwhelming consternation as he saw the thing which he
had created gasp once or twice with the feeble spark of
life with which he had endowed it, and expire--leaving
upon his hands the corpse of what was, to all intent
and purpose, a human being, albeit a most grotesque and
misshapen thing.

Until nearly noon Professor Maxon was occupied in
removing the remaining stains and evidences of his
gruesome work, but when he at last turned the key in
the door of his workshop it was to leave behind no single
trace of the successful result of his years of labor.

The following afternoon found him and Virginia crossing
the station platform to board the express for New York.
So quietly had their plans been made that not a friend
was at the train to bid them farewell--the scientist
felt that he could not bear the strain of attempting
explanations at this time.

But there were those there who recognized them, and one
especially who noted the lithe, trim figure and
beautiful face of Virginia Maxon though he did not know
even the name of their possessor. It was a tall well
built young man who nudged one of his younger companions
as the girl crossed the platform to enter her Pullman.

I sayDexter he exclaimed, who is that beauty?"

The one addressed turned in the direction indicated by
his friend.

By jove!he exclaimed. "Why it's Virginia Maxon and
the professorher father. Now where do you suppose
they're going?"

I don't know--now,replied the first speaker
Townsend J. a half whisper
but I'll bet you a new car that I find out.

A week laterwith failing health and shattered nerves
Professor Maxon sailed with his daughter for a long
ocean voyagewhich he hoped would aid him in rapid
recuperationand permit him to forget the nightmare memory
of those three horrible days and nights in his workshop.

He believed that he had reached an unalterable decision
never again to meddle with the mightyawe inspiring
secrets of creation; but with returning health and
balance he found himself viewing his recent triumph
with feelings of renewed hope and anticipation.

The morbid fears superinduced by the shock following
the sudden demise of the first creature of his
experiments had given place to a growing desire to

further prosecute his labors until enduring success had
crowned his efforts with an achievement which he might
exhibit with pride to the scientific world.

His recent disastrous success had convinced him that
neither Ithaca nor any other abode of civilization was
a safe place to continue his experimentsbut it was
not until their cruising had brought them among the
multitudinous islands of the East Indies that the plan
occurred to him that he finally adopted--a plan the
outcome of which could he then have foreseen would have
sent him scurrying to the safety of his own country
with the daughter who was to bear the full brunt of the
horrors it entailed.

They were steaming up the China Sea when the idea first
suggested itselfand as he sat idly during the long
hot days the thought grew upon himexpanding into a
thousand wonderful possibilitiesuntil it became
crystalized into what was a little short of an obsession.

The result was that at Manilamuch to Virginia's
surprisehe announced the abandonment of the balance
of their purposed voyagetaking immediate return
passage to Singapore. His daughter did not question
him as to the cause of this change in plansfor since
those three days that her father had kept himself
locked in his workroom at home the girl had noticed a
subtle change in her parent--a marked disinclination to
share with her his every confidence as had been his
custom since the death of her mother.

While it grieved her immeasurably she was both too
proud and too hurt to sue for a reestablishment of the
old relations. On all other topics than his scientific
work their interests were as mutual as formerlybut by
what seemed a manner of tacit agreement this subject
was taboo. And so it was that they came to Singapore
without the girl having the slightest conception of her
father's plans.

Here they spent nearly a monthduring which time
Professor Maxon was daily engaged in interviewing
officialsEnglish residents and a motley horde of
Malays and Chinamen.

Virginia met socially several of the men with whom her
father was engaged but it was only at the last moment
that one of them let drop a hint of the purpose of the
month's activity. When Virginia was present the
conversation seemed always deftly guided from the
subject of her father's immediate futureand she was
not long in discerning that it was in no sense through
accident that this was true. Thereafter her wounded
pride made easy the task of those who seemed combined
to keep her in ignorance.

It was a Dr. von Hornwho had been oftenest with
her fatherwho gave her the first intimation of
what was forthcoming. Afterwardin recollecting
the conversationit seemed to Virginia that the young man
had been directed to break the news to herthat her
father might be spared the ordeal. It was evident then
that he expected oppositionbut the girl was too loyal

to let von Horn know if she felt other than in harmony
with the proposaland too proud to evince by surprise
the fact that she was not wholly conversant with its
every detail.

You are glad to be leaving Singapore so soon?he had
askedalthough he knew that she had not been advised
that an early departure was planned.

I am rather looking forward to it,replied Virginia.

And to a protracted residence on one of the Pamarung Islands?
continued von Horn.

Why not?was her rather non-committal replythough
she had not the remotest idea of their location.

Von Horn admired her nerve though he rather wished that
she would ask some questions--it was difficult making
progress in this way. How could he explain the plans
when she evinced not the slightest sign that she was
not already entirely conversant with them?

We doubt if the work will be completed under two or
three years,answered the doctor. "That will be a
long time in which to be isolated upon a savage little
speck of land off the larger but no less savage Borneo.
Do you think that your bravery is equal to the demands
that will be made upon it?"

Virginia laughednor was there the slightest tremor in its note.

I am equal to whatever fate my father is equal to,
she saidnor do I think that a life upon one of these
beautiful little islands would be much of a hardship-certainly
not if it will help to promote the success of
his scientific experiments.

She used the last words on a chance that she might have
hit upon the true reason for the contemplated isolation
from civilization. They had served their purpose too
in deceiving von Horn who was now half convinced that
Professor Maxon must have divulged more of their plans
to his daughter than he had led the medical man to
believe. Perceiving her advantage from the expression
on the young man's faceVirginia followed it up in an
endeavor to elicit the details.

The result of her effort was the knowledge that on the
second day they were to sail for the Pamarung Islands
upon a small schooner which her father had purchased
with a crew of Malays and lascarsand von Hornwho
had served in the American navyin command. The
precise point of destination was still undecided--the
plan being to search out a suitable location upon one
of the many little islets which dot the western shore
of the Macassar Strait.

Of the many men Virginia had met during the month at
Singapore von Horn had been by far the most interesting
and companionable. Such time as he could find from the
many duties which had devolved upon him in the matter
of obtaining and outfitting the schoonerand signing
her two mates and crew of fifteenhad been spent with

his employer's daughter.

The girl was rather glad that he was to be a member of
their little companyfor she had found him a much
travelled man and an interesting talker with none of
theto herdisgusting artificialities of the
professional ladies' man. He talked to her as he might
have talked to a manof the things that interest
intelligent people regardless of sex.

There was never any suggestion of familiarity in his
manner; nor in his choice of topics did he ever ignore
the fact that she was a young girl. She had felt
entirely at ease in his society from the first evening
that she had met himand their acquaintance had grown
to a very sensible friendship by the time of the
departure of the Ithaca--the rechristened schooner
which was to carry them away to an unguessed fate.

The voyage from Singapore to the Islands was without
incident. Virginia took a keen delight in watching the
Malays and lascars at their worktelling von Horn that
she had to draw upon her imagination but little to
picture herself a captive upon a pirate ship--the half
naked menthe gaudy headdressthe earringsand the
fierce countenances of many of the crew furnishing only
too realistically the necessary savage setting.

A week spent among the Pamarung Islands disclosed no
suitable site for the professor's campnor was it
until they had cruised up the coast several miles north
of the equator and Cape Santang that they found a tiny
island a few miles off the coast opposite the mouth of
a small river--an island which fulfilled in every
detail their requirements.

It was uninhabitedfertile and possessed a clear
sweet brook which had its source in a cold spring in
the higher land at the island's center. Here it was
that the Ithaca came to anchor in a little harbor
while her crew under von Hornand the Malay first
mateBududreenaccompanied Professor Maxon in search
of a suitable location for a permanent camp.

The cooka harmless old Chinamanand Virginia were
left in sole possession of the Ithaca.

Two hours after the departure of the men into the
jungle Virginia heard the fall of axes on timber and
knew that the site of her future home had been chosen
and the work of clearing begun. She sat musing on the
strange freak which had prompted her father to bury
them in this savage corner of the globe; and as she
pondered there came a wistful expression to her eyes
and an unwonted sadness drooped the corners of her mouth.

Of a sudden she realized how wide had become the gulf
between them now. So imperceptibly had it grown since
those three horrid days in Ithaca just prior to their
departure for what was to have been but a few months'
cruise that she had not until now comprehended that the
old relations of opengood-fellowship had gone
possibly forever.

Had she needed proof of the truth of her sad discovery
it had been enough to point to the single fact that her
father had brought her here to this little island
without making the slightest attempt to explain the
nature of his expedition. She had gleaned enough from
von Horn to understand that some important scientific
experiments were to be undertaken; but what their
nature she could not imaginefor she had not the
slightest conception of the success that had crowned
her father's last experiment at Ithacaalthough she
had for years known of his keen interest in the subject.

The girl became aware also of other subtle changes in
her father. He had long since ceased to be the jovial
carefree companion who had shared with her her every
girlish joy and sorrow and in whom she had confided
both the trivial and momentous secrets of her
childhood. He had become not exactly morosebut
rather moody and absorbedso that she had of late
never found an opportunity for the cozy chats that had
formerly meant so much to them both. There had been
toorecentlya strange lack of consideration for
herself that had wounded her more than she had
imagined. Today there had been a glaring example of it
in his having left her alone upon the boat without a
single European companion--something that he would
never have thought of doing a few months before.

As she sat speculating on the strange change which had
come over her father her eyes had wandered aimlessly
along the harbor's entrance; the low reef that
protected it from the seaand the point of land to the
souththat projected far out into the strait like a
gigantic index finger pointing toward the mainland
the foliage covered heights of which were just visible
above the western horizon.

Presently her attention was arrested by a tossing speck
far out upon the rolling bosom of the strait. For some
time the girl watched the object until at length it
resolved itself into a boat moving head on toward the
island. Later she saw that it was long and low
propelled by a single sail and many oarsand that it
carried quite a company.

Thinking it but a native trading boatso many of which
ply the southern seasVirginia viewed its approach
with but idle curiosity. When it had come to within
half a mile of the anchorage of the Ithacaand was
about to enter the mouth of the harbor Sing Lee's eyes
chanced to fall upon it. On the instant the old
Chinaman was electrified into sudden and astounding

Klick! Klick!he criedrunning toward Virginia.
Go b'low, klick.

Why should I go below, Sing?queried the girlamazed
by the demeanor of the cook.

Klick! Klick!he urged grasping her by the arm--half
leadinghalf dragging her toward the companion-way.
Plilates! Mlalay plilates--Dyak plilates.

Pirates!gasped Virginia. "Oh Singwhat can we do?"

You go b'low. Mebbyso Sing flighten 'em. Shoot
cannon. Bling help. Maxon come klick. Bling men.
Chase'm 'way,explained the Chinaman. "But plilates
see 'em pletty white girl he shrugged his shoulders
and shook his head dubiously, then old Sing no can
flighten 'em 'way."

The girl shudderedand crouching close behind Sing
hurried below. A moment later she heard the boom of
the old brass six pounder which for many years had
graced the Ithaca's stern. In the bow Professor Maxon
had mounted a modern machine gunbut this was quite
beyond Sing's simple gunnery. The Chinaman had not
taken the time to sight the ancient weapon carefully
but a gleeful smile lit his wrinkledyellow face as he
saw the splash of the ball where it struck the water
almost at the side of the prahu.

Sing realized that the boat might contain friendly natives
but he had cruised these waters too many years to take chances.
Better kill a hundred friendshe thoughtthan be captured
by a single pirate.

At the shot the prahu slowed upand a volley of
musketry from her crew satisfied Sing that he had made
no mistake in classifying her. Her fire fell short as
did the ball from the small cannon mounted in her bow.

Virginia was watching the prahu from one of the cabin
ports. She saw the momentary hesitation and confusion
which followed Sing's first shotand then to her
dismay she saw the rowers bend to their oars again and
the prahu move swiftly in the direction of the Ithaca.

It was apparent that the pirates had perceived the
almost defenseless condition of the schooner. In a few
minutes they would be swarming the deckfor poor old
Sing would be entirely helpless to repel them. If Dr.
von Horn were only therethought the distracted girl.
With the machine gun alone he might keep them off.

At the thought of the machine gun a sudden resolve
gripped her. Why not man it herself? Von Horn had
explained its mechanism to her in detailand on one
occasion had allowed her to operate it on the voyage
from Singapore. With the thought came action. Running
to the magazine she snatched up a feed-beltand in
another moment was on deck beside the astonished Sing.

The pirates were skimming rapidly across the smooth
waters of the harboranswering Sing's harmless shots
with yells of derision and wildsavage war cries.
There wereperhapsfifty Dyaks and Malays--fierce
barbaric men; mostly naked to the waistor with warcoats
of brilliant colors. The savage headdress of the
Dyaksthe longnarrowdecorated shieldsthe
flashing blades of parang and kris sent a shudder
through the girlso close they seemed beneath the
schooner's side.

What do? What do?cried Sing in consternation.
Go b'low. Klick!But before he had finished his

exhortation Virginia was racing toward the bow where
the machine gun was mounted. Tearing the cover from it
she swung the muzzle toward the pirate prahuwhich by
now was nearly within range above the vessel's side-a
moment more and she would be too close to use the
weapon upon the pirates.

Virginia was quick to perceive the necessity for haste
while the pirates at the same instant realized the
menace of the new danger which confronted them. A
score of muskets belched forth their missiles at the
fearless girl behind the scant shield of the machine
gun. Leaden pellets rained heavily upon her
protectionor whizzed threateningly about her head-and
then she got the gun into action.

At the rate of fifty a minutea stream of projectiles
tore into the bow of the prahu when suddenly a richly
garbed Malay in the stern rose to his feet waving a
white cloth upon the point of his kris. It was the
Rajah Muda Saffir--he had seen the girl's face and at
the sight of it the blood lust in his breast had been
supplanted by another.

At sight of the emblem of peace Virginia ceased firing.
She saw the tall Malay issue a few commandsthe
oarsmen bent to their workthe prahu came about
making off toward the harbor's entrance. At the same
moment there was a shot from the shore followed by loud
yellingand the girl turned to see her father and von
Horn pulling rapidly toward the Ithaca.


Virginia and Sing were compelled to narrate the
adventure of the afternoon a dozen times. The Chinaman
was at a loss to understand what had deterred the
pirates at the very threshold of victory. Von Horn
thought that they had seen the reinforcements embarking
from the shorebut Sing explained that that was
impossible since the Ithaca had been directly between
them and the point at which the returning crew had
entered the boats.

Virginia was positive that her fusillade had frightened
them into a hasty retreatbut again Sing discouraged
any such idea when he pointed to the fact that another
instant would have carried the prahu close to the Ithaca's
side and out of the machine gun's radius of action.

The old Chinaman was positive that the pirates had some
ulterior motive for simulating defeatand his long
years of experience upon pirate infested waters gave
weight to his opinion. The weak spot in his argument
was his inability to suggest a reasonable motive. And
so it was that for a long time they were left to futile
conjecture as to the action that had saved them from a
bloody encounter with these bloodthirsty sea wolves.

For a week the men were busy constructing the new camp
but never again was Virginia left without a sufficient
guard for her protection. Von Horn was always needed
at the workfor to him had fallen the entire direction
of matters of importance that were at all of a
practical nature. Professor Maxon wished to watch the
building of the houses and the stockadethat he might
offer such suggestions as he thought necessaryand
again the girl noticed her father's comparative
indifference to her welfare.

She had been shocked at his apathy at the time of the
pirate attackand chagrined that it should have been
necessary for von Horn to have insisted upon a proper
guard being left with her thereafter.

The nearer the approach of the time when he might enter
again upon those experiments which had now been
neglected for the better part of a year the more self
absorbed and moody became the professor. At times he
was scarcely civil to those about himand never now
did he have a pleasant word or a caress for the
daughter who had been his whole life but a few short
months before.

It often seemed to Virginia when she caught her
father's eyes upon her that there was a gleam of
dislike in themas though he would have been glad to
have been rid of her that she might not in any way
embarrass or interfere with his work.

The camp was at last completedand on a Saturday
afternoon all the heavier articles from the ship had
been transported to it. On the following Monday the
balance of the goods was to be sent on shore and the party
were to transfer their residence to their new quarters.

Late Sunday afternoon a small native boat was seen
rounding the point at the harbor's southern extremity
and after a few minutes it drew alongside the Ithaca.
There were but three men in it--two Dyaks and a Malay.
The latter was a tallwell built man of middle age
of a sullen and degraded countenance. His garmenture
was that of the ordinary Malay boatmanbut there was
that in his mien and his attitude toward his companions
which belied his lowly habiliments.

In answer to von Horn's hail the man asked if he might
come aboard and trade; but once on the deck it developed
that he had not brought nothing wherewith to trade.
He seemed not the slightest disconcerted by this discovery
stating that he would bring such articles as they wished
when he had learned what their requirements were.

The ubiquitous Sing was on hand during the interview
but from his expressionless face none might guess what
was passing through the tortuous channels of his
Oriental mind. The Malay had been aboard nearly half
an hour talking with von Horn when the mateBududreen
came on deckand it was Sing alone who noted the
quickly concealed flash of recognition which passed
between the two Malays.

The Chinaman also saw the gleam that shot into the

visitor's eye as Virginia emerged from the cabin
but by no word or voluntary outward sign did the man
indicate that he had even noticed her. Shortly afterward
he leftpromising to return with provisions the following day.
But it was to be months before they again saw him.

That evening as Sing was serving Virginia's supper he asked
her if she had recognized their visitor of the afternoon.

Why no, Sing,she repliedI never saw him before.

Sh!admonished the celestial. "No talkee so strong
wallee have ear all same labbit."

What do you mean, Sing?asked the girl in a low voice.
How perfectly weird and mysterious you are.
Why you make the cold chills run up my spine,
she endedlaughing. But Sing did not return
her smile as was his custom.

You no lememba tallee Lajah stand up wavee lite
clothee in plilate boat, ah?he urged.

Oh, Sing,she criedI do indeed! But unless you had
reminded me I should never have thought to connect him
with our visitor of today--they do look very much alike,
don't they?

Lookeelike! Ugh, they all samee one man. Sing know.
You lookee out, Linee,which was the closest that Sing
had ever been able to come to pronouncing Virginia.

Why should I look out? He doesn't want me,
said the girllaughingly.

Don't you bee too damee sure 'bout lat, Linee,
was Sing's inelegant but convincing reply
as he turned toward his galley.

The following morning the partywith the exception of
three Malays who were left to guard the Ithacaset out
for the new camp. The journey was up the bed of the
small stream which emptied into the harborso that
although fifteen men had passed back and forth through
the jungle from the beach to the camp every day for two
weeksthere was no sign that human foot had ever
crossed the narrow strip of sand that lay between the
dense foliage and the harbor.

The gravel bottom of the rivulet made fairly good
walkingand as Virginia was borne in a litter between
two powerful lascars it was not even necessary that she
wet her feet in the ascent of the stream to the camp.
The distance was shortthe center of the camp being
but a mile from the harborand less than half a mile
from the opposite shore of the island which was but two
miles at its greatest breadthand two and a quarter at
its greatest length.

At the camp Virginia found that a neat clearing had
been made upon a little tablelanda palisade built
about itand divided into three parts; the most
northerly of which contained a small house for herself
and her fatheranother for von Hornand a common

cooking and eating house over which Sing was to preside.

The enclosure at the far end of the palisade was for
the Malay and lascar crew and there also were quarters
for Bududreen and the Malay second mate. The center
enclosure contained Professor Maxon's workshop. This
compartment of the enclosure Virginia was not invited
to inspectbut as members of the crew carried in the
two great chests which the professor had left upon the
Ithaca until the last momentVirginia caught a glimpse
of the two buildings that had been erected within this
central space--a smallsquare house which was quite
evidently her father's laboratoryand a longlow
thatched shed divided into several compartmentseach
containing a rude bunk. She wondered for whom they
could be intended. Quarters for all the party had
already been arranged for elsewherenorthought she
would her father wish to house any in such close
proximity to his workshopwhere he would desire
absolute quiet and freedom from interruption. The
discovery perplexed her not a littlebut so changed
were her relations with her father that she would not
question him upon this or any other subject.

As the two chests were being carried into the central
campongSingwho was standing near Virginiacalled
her attention to the fact that Bududreen was one of those
who staggered beneath the weight of the heavier burden.

Bludleen, him mate. Why workee alsame lascar boy? Eh?
But Virginia could give no reason.

I am afraid you don't like Bududreen, Sing,she said.
Has he ever harmed you in any way?

Him? No, him no hurt Sing. Sing poor,with which
more or less enigmatical rejoinder the Chinaman
returned to his work. But he muttered much to himself
the balance of the dayfor Sing knew that a chest that
strained four men in the carrying could contain but one
thingand he knew that Bududreen was as wise in such
matters as he.

For a couple of months the life of the little hidden
camp went on peacefully and without exciting incident.
The Malay and lascar crew divided their time between
watch duty on board the Ithacapolicing the campand
cultivating a little patch of clearing just south of
their own campong.

There was a small bay on the island's east coastonly
a quarter of a mile from campin which oysters were
foundand one of the Ithaca's boats was brought around
to this side of the island for fishing. Bududreen
often accompanied these expeditionsand on several
occasions the lynx-eyed Sing had seen him returning to
camp long after the others had retired for the night.

Professor Maxon scarcely ever left the central
enclosure. For days and nights at a time Virginia
never saw himhis meals being passed in to him by Sing
through a small trap door that had been cut in the
partition wall of the "court of mystery" as von Horn
had christened the section of the camp devoted to the

professor's experimentations.

Von Horn himself was often with his employer as he
enjoyed the latter's complete confidenceand owing to
his early medical training was well fitted to act as a
competent assistant; but he was often barred from the
workshopand at such times was much with Virginia.

The two took long walks through the untouched jungle
exploring their little islandand never failing to
find some new and wonderful proof of Nature's creative
power among its flora and fauna.

What a marvellous thing is creation,exclaimed
Virginia as she and von Horn paused one day to admire a
tropical bird of unusually brilliant plumage.
How insignificant is man's greatest achievement
beside the least of Nature's works.

And yet,replied von Hornman shall find Nature's
secret some day. What a glorious accomplishment for
him who first succeeds. Can you imagine a more
glorious consummation of a man's life work--your
father's, for example?

The girl looked at von Horn closely.

Dr. von Horn,she saidpride has restrained me from
asking what was evidently intended that I should not
know. For years my father has been interested in an
endeavor to solve the mystery of life--that he would
ever attempt to utilize the secret should he have been
so fortunate as to discover it had never occurred to
me. I mean that he should try to usurp the functions
of the Creator I could never have believed, but my
knowledge of him, coupled with what you have said,
and the extreme lengths to which he has gone to maintain
absolute secrecy for his present experiments can only
lead to one inference; and that, that his present work,
if successful, would have results that would not be
countenanced by civilized society or government.
Am I right?

Von Horn had attempted to sound the girl that he might
if possiblediscover her attitude toward the work in
which her father and he were engaged. He had succeeded
beyond his hopesfor he had not intended that she
should guess so much of the truth as she had. Should
her interest in the work have proved favorable it had
been his intention to acquaint her fully with the
marvellous success which already had attended their
experimentsand to explain their hopes and plans for
the futurefor he had seen how her father's attitude
had hurt her and hoped to profit himself by reposing in
her the trust and confidence that her father denied her.

And so it was that her direct question left him
floundering in a sea of embarrassmentfor to tell her
the truth now would gain him no favor in her eyes
while it certainly would lay him open to the suspicion
and distrust of her father should he learn of it.

I cannot answer your question, Miss Maxon,he said
finallyfor your father's strictest injunction has

been that I divulge to no one the slightest happening
within the court of mystery. Remember that I am in
your father's employ, and that no matter what my
personal convictions may be regarding the work he has
been doing I may only act with loyalty to his lightest
command while I remain upon his payroll. That you are
here,he addedis my excuse for continuing my
connection with certain things of which my conscience
does not approve.

The girl glanced at him quickly. She did not fully
understand the motive for his final avowaland a
sudden intuition kept her from questioning him. She
had learned to look upon von Horn as a very pleasant
companion and a good friend--she was not quite certain
that she would care for any change in their relations
but his remark had sowed the seed of a new thought in
her mind as he had intended that it should.

When von Horn returned to the court of mysteryhe
narrated to Professor Maxon the gist of his
conversation with Virginiawishing to forestall
anything which the girl might say to her father that
would give him an impression that von Horn had been
talking more than he should. Professor Maxon listened
to the narration in silence. When von Horn had finished
he cautioned him against divulging to Virginia anything
that took place within the inner campong.

She is only a child,he saidand would not
understand the importance of the work we are doing.
All that she would be able to see is the immediate
moral effect of these experiments upon the subjects
themselves--she would not look into the future and
appreciate the immense advantage to mankind that must
accrue from a successful termination of our research.
The future of the world will be assured when once we
have demonstrated the possibility of the chemical
production of a perfect race.

Number One, for example,suggested von Horn.

Professor Maxon glanced at him sharply.

Levity, Doctor, is entirely out of place in the
contemplation of the magnificent work I have already
accomplished,said the professor tartly. "I admit
that Number One leaves much to be desired--much to be
desired; but Number Two shows a marked advance along
certain linesand I am sure that tomorrow will divulge
in experiment Number Three such strides as will forever
silence any propensity toward scoffing which you may
now entertain."

Forgive me, Professor,von Horn hastened to urge.
I did not intend to deride the wonderful discoveries
which you have made, but it is only natural that we
should both realize that Number One is not beautiful.
To one another we may say what we would not think of
suggesting to outsiders.

Professor Maxon was mollified by this apology
and turned to resume his watch beside a large
coffin-shaped vat. For a while von Horn was silent.

There was that upon his mind which he had wished to discuss
with his employer since months agobut the moment had
never arrived which seemed at all propitiousnor did
it appear likely ever to arrive. So the doctor decided
to broach the subject nowas being psychologically as
favorable a time as any.

Your daughter is far from happy, Professor,he said
nor do I feel that, surrounded as we are by semi-savage
men, she is entirely safe.

Professor Maxon looked up from his vigil by the vat
eyeing von Horn closely.

Well?he asked.

It seemed to me that had I a closer relationship I
might better assist in adding to her happiness and
safety--in short, Professor, I should like your
permission to ask Virginia to marry me.

There had been no indication in von Horn's attitude
toward the girl that he loved her. That she was
beautiful and intelligent could not be deniedand so
it was small wonder that she might appeal strongly to
any manbut von Horn was quite evidently not of the
marrying type. For years he had roved the world in
search of adventure and excitement. Just why he had
left America and his high place in the navy he never
had divulged; nor why it was that for seven years he
had not set his foot upon ground which lay beneath the
authority of Uncle Sam.

Sing Lee who stood just without the trap door through
which he was about to pass Professor Maxon's evening
meal to him could not be blamed for overhearing the
conversationthough it may have been culpable in him
in making no effort to divulge his presenceand
possibly equally unpraiseworthyas well as lacking in
romanceto attribute the doctor's avowal to his
knowledge of the heavy chest.

As Professor Maxon eyed the man before replying to his
abrupt requestvon Horn noted a strange and sudden
light in the older man's eyes--a something which he
never before had seen there and which caused an
uncomfortable sensation to creep over him--a manner of
bristling that was akin either to fear or horrorvon
Horn could not tell which.

Then the professor arose from his seat and came very
close to the younger manuntil his face was only a few
inches from von Horn's.

Doctor,he whispered in a strangetense voice
you are mad. You do not know what you ask. Virginia is
not for such as you. Tell me that she does not know of
your feelings toward her. Tell me that she does not
reciprocate your love. Tell me the truth, man.
Professor Maxon seized von Horn roughly by both shoulders
his glittering eyes glaring terribly into the other's.

I have never spoken to her of love, Professor,
replied von Horn quietlynor do I know what her

sentiments toward me may be. Nor do I understand, sir,
what objections you may have to me--I am of a very old
and noble family.His tone was haughty but respectful.

Professor Maxon released his hold upon his assistant
breathing a sigh of relief.

I am glad,he saidthat it has gone no further, for it
must not be. I have other, nobler aspirations for my daughter.
She must wed a perfect man--none such now exists.
It remains for me to bring forth the ideal mate for her--
nor is the time far distant. A few more weeks and we
shall see such a being as I have long dreamed.
Again the queer light flickered for a moment
in the once kindly and jovial eyes of the scientist.

Von Horn was horrified. He was a man of
little sentiment. He could in cold blood
have married this girl for the wealth he knew
that she would inherit; but the thought that
she was to be united with such a THING--
Lord! It is horrible,and his mind pictured
the fearful atrocity which was known as Number One.

Without a word he turned and left the campong. A moment
later Sing's knock aroused Professor Maxon from the reverie
into which he had fallenand he stepped to the trap door
to receive his evening meal.


One dayabout two weeks latervon Horn and the
professor were occupied closely with their work in the
court of mystery. Developments were coming in riotous
confusion. A recent startling discovery bade fare to
simplify and expedite the work far beyond the fondest
dreams of the scientist.

Von Horn's interest in the marvellous results that had
been obtained was little short of the professor's--
but he foresaw a very different outcome of it all
and by day never moved without a gun at either hip
and by night both of them were beside him.

Sing Leethe noonday meal having been disposed ofset
forth with rodstring and bait to snare gulls upon the
beach. He moved quietly through the junglehis sharp
eyes and ears always alert for anything that might
savor of the unusualand so it was that he saw the two
men upon the beachwhile they did not see him at all.

They were Bududreen and the same tall Malay whom Sing
had seen twice before--once in splendid raiment and
commanding the pirate prahuand again as a simple
boatman come to the Ithaca to tradebut without the
goods to carry out his professed intentions.

The two squatted on the beach at the edge of the jungle
a short distance above the point at which Sing had been
about to emerge when he discovered themso that it was

but the work of a moment or two for the Chinaman to
creep stealthily through the dense underbrush to a
point directly above them and not three yards from
where they conversed in low tones--yet sufficiently
loud that Sing missed not a word.

I tell you, Bududreen, that it will be quite safe,
the tall Malay was saying. "You yourself tell me that
none knows of the whereabouts of these white menand
if they do not return your word will be accepted as to
their fate. Your reward will be great if you bring the
girl to meand if you doubt the loyalty of any of your
own people a kris will silence them as effectually as
it will silence the white men."

It is not fear of the white men, oh, Rajah Muda
Saffir, that deters me,said Bududreenbut how shall
I know that after I have come to your country with the
girl I shall not myself be set upon and silenced with a
golden kris--there be many that will be jealous of the
great service I have done for the mighty rajah.

Muda Saffir knew perfectly well that Bududreen had but
diplomatically expressed a fear as to his own royal
trustworthinessbut it did not anger himsince the
charge was not a direct one; but what he did not know
was of the heavy chest and Bududreen's desire to win
the price of the girl and yet be able to save for
himself a chance at the far greater fortune which he
knew lay beneath that heavy oaken lid.

Both men had arisen now and were walking across the
beach toward a smallnative canoe in which Muda Saffir
had come to the meeting place. They were out of
earshot before either spoke againso that what further
passed between them Sing could not even guessbut he
had heard enough to confirm the suspicions he had
entertained for a long while.

He did not fish for gulls that day. Bududreen and Muda
Saffir stood talking upon the beachand the Chinaman
did not dare venture forth for fear they might suspect
that he had overheard them. If old Sing Lee knew his
Malayshe was also wise enough to give them credit for
knowing their Chinamenso he waited quietly in hiding
until Muda Saffir had leftand Bududreen returned to camp.

Professor Maxon and von Horn were standing over one of
the six vats that were arranged in two rows down the
center of the laboratory. The professor had been more
communicative and agreeable today than for some time
pastand their conversation had assumed more of the
familiarity that had marked it during the first month
of their acquaintance at Singapore.

And what of these first who are so imperfect?asked
von Horn. "You cannot take them into civilizationnor
would it be right to leave them here upon this island.
What will you do with them?"

Professor Maxon pondered the question for a moment.

I have given the matter but little thought,he said

at length. "They are but the accidents of my great
work. It is unfortunate that they are as they arebut
without them I could have never reached the perfection
that I am sure we are to find here and he tapped
lovingly upon the heavy glass cover of the vat before
which he stood. And this is but the beginning. There
can be no more mistakes nowthough I doubt if we can
ever improve upon that which is so rapidly developing
here." Again he passed his longslender hand
caressingly over the coffin-like vat at the head of
which was a placard bearing the wordsNUMBER THIRTEEN.

But the others, Professor!insisted von Horn.
We must decide. Already they have become a problem of no
small dimensions. Yesterday Number Five desired some
plantains that I had given to Number Seven. I tried to
reason with him, but, as you know, he is mentally
defective, and for answer he rushed at Number Seven to
tear the coveted morsel from him. The result was a
battle royal that might have put to shame two Bengal
tigers. Twelve is tractable and intelligent. With his
assistance and my bull whip I succeeded in separating
them before either was killed. Your greatest error was
in striving at first for such physical perfection. You
have overdone it, with the result that the court of
mystery is peopled by a dozen brutes of awful
muscularity, and scarcely enough brain among the dozen
to equip three properly.

They are as they are,replied the professor.
I shall do for them what I can--when I am gone they must
look to themselves. I can see no way out of it.

What you have given you may take away,said von Horn
in a low tone.

Professor Maxon shuddered. Those three horrid days in
the workshop at Ithaca flooded his memory with all the
gruesome details he had tried for so many months to
forget. The haunting ghosts of the mental anguish that
had left him an altered man--so altered that there were
times when he had feared for his sanity!

No, no!he almost shouted. "It would be murder.
They are--"

They are THINGS,interrupted von Horn. "They are
not human--they are not even beast. They are terrible
soulless creatures. You have no right to permit them
to live longer than to substantiate your theory. None
but us knows of their existence--no other need know of
their passing. It must be done. They are a constant and
growing menace to us allbut most of all to your daughter."

A cunning look came into the professor's eyes.

I understand,he said. "The precedent once established
all must perish by its edict--even those which may not be
grotesque or bestial--even this perfect one and he touched
again the vat, and thus you would rid yourself of rival suitors.
But no!" he went on in a hightrembling voice. "I shall not be
led to thus compromise myselfand be thwarted in my cherished plan.
Be this one what he may he shall wed my daughter!"

The man had raised himself upon his toes as he reached
his climax--his clenched hand was high above his head--
his voice fairly thundered out the final sentenceand
with the last word he brought his fist down upon the
vat before him. In his eyes blazed the light of
unchained madness.

Von Horn was a brave manbut he shuddered at the
maniacal ferocity of the older manand shrank back.
The futility of argument was apparentand he turned
and left the workshop.

Sing Lee was late that night. In fact he did not
return from his fruitless quest for gulls until well
after darknor would he vouchsafe any explanation of
the consequent lateness of supper. Nor could he be
found shortly after the evening meal when Virginia
sought him.

Not until the camp was wrapped in the quiet of slumber
did Sing Lee return--stealthy and mysterious--to creep
under cover of a moonless night to the door of the
workshop. How he gained entrance only Sing Lee knows
but a moment later there was a muffled crash of broken
glass within the laboratoryand the Chinaman had
slipped outrelocked the doorand scurried to his
nearby shack. But there was no occasion for his haste--
no other ear than his had heard the sound within the

It was almost nine the following morning before
Professor Maxon and von Horn entered the laboratory.
Scarcely had the older man passed the doorway than he
drew up his hands in horrified consternation. Vat
Number Thirteen lay dashed to the floor--the glass
cover was broken to a million pieces--a sticky
brownish substance covered the matting.
Professor Maxon hid his face in his hands.

God!he cried. "It is all ruined. Three more days
would have--"

Look!cried von Horn. "It is not too soon."

Professor Maxon mustered courage to raise his eyes from
his handsand there he beheldseated in a far corner
of the room a handsome giantphysically perfect. The
creature looked about him in a dazeduncomprehending
manner. A great question was writ large upon his
intelligent countenance. Professor Maxon stepped
forward and took him by the hand.

Come,he saidand led him toward a smaller room off
the main workshop. The giant followed docilelyhis
eyes roving about the room--the pitiful questioning
still upon his handsome features. Von Horn turned
toward the campong.

Virginiadeserted by alleven the faithful Singwho
cheated of his sport on the preceding dayhad again
gone to the beach to snare gullsbecame restless of
the enforced idleness and solitude. For a time she
wandered about the little compound which had been
reserved for the whitesbut tiring of this she decided

to extend her stroll beyond the palisadea thing which
she had never before done unless accompanied by von Horn-a
thing both he and her father had cautioned her against.

What danger can there be?she thought. "We know that
the island is uninhabited by others than ourselvesand
that there are no dangerous beasts. Andanywaythere
is no one now who seems to care what becomes of me
unless--unless--I wonder if he does care. I wonder if
I care whether or not he cares. OhdearI wish I knew
and as she soliloquized she wandered past the little clearing
and into the jungle that lay behind the campong.

As von Horn and Professor Maxon talked together in the
laboratory before the upsetting of vat Number Thirteen,
a grotesque and horrible creature had slunk from the
low shed at the opposite side of the campong until it
had crouched at the flimsy door of the building in
which the two men conversed. For a while it listened
intently, but when von Horn urged the necessity for
dispatching certain terriblesoulless creatures" an
expression of intermingled fear and hatred convulsed
the hideous featuresand like a great grizzly it
turned and lumbered awkwardly across the campong toward
the easterlyor back wall of the enclosure.

Here it leaped futilely a half dozen times for the top
of the palisadeand then trembling and chattering in
rage it ran back and forth along the base of the
obstaclejust as a wild beast in captivity paces
angrily before the bars of its cage.

Finally it paused to look once more at the senseless
wood that barred its escapeas though measuring the
distance to the top. Then the eyes roamed about the
campong to rest at last upon the slanting roof of the
thatched shed which was its shelter. Presently a slow
idea was born in the poormalformed brain.

The creature approached the shed. He could just reach
the saplings that formed the frame work of the roof.
Like a huge sloth he drew himself to the roof of the
structure. From here he could see beyond the palisade
and the wild freedom of the jungle called to him. He
did not know what it was but in its leafy wall he
perceived many breaks and openings that offered
concealment from the creatures who were plotting to
take his life.

Yet the wall was not fully six feet from himand the
top of it at least five feet above the top of the shed-those
who had designed the campong had been careful to
set this structure sufficiently far from the palisade
to prevent its forming too easy an avenue of escape.

The creature glanced fearfully toward the workshop.
He remembered the cruel bull whip that always followed
each new experiment on his part that did not coincide
with the desires of his masterand as he thought of
von Horn a nasty gleam shot his mismated eyes.

He tried to reach across the distance between the roof
and the palisadeand in the attempt lost his balance

and nearly precipitated himself to the ground below.
Cautiously he drew backstill looking about for some
means to cross the chasm. One of the saplings of the
roofprotruding beyond the palm leaf thatchcaught
his attention. With a single wrench he tore it from
its fastenings. Extending it toward the palisade he
discovered that it just spanned the gapbut he dared
not attempt to cross upon its single slender strand.

Quickly he ripped off a half dozen other poles from the
roofand laying them side by sideformed a safe and
easy path to freedom. A moment more and he sat astride
the top of the wall. Drawing the poles after himhe
dropped them one by one to the ground outside the
campong. Then he lowered himself to liberty.

Gathering the saplings under one huge arm he ran
lumberinglyinto the jungle. He would not leave
evidence of the havoc he had wrought; the fear of the
bull whip was still strong upon him. The green foliage
closed about him and the peaceful jungle gave no sign
of the horrid brute that roamed its shadowed mazes.

As von Horn stepped into the campong his quick eye
perceived the havoc that had been wrought with the roof
at the east end of the shed. Quickly he crossed to the
low structure. Within its compartments a number of
deformed monsters squatted upon their haunchesor lay
prone upon the native mats that covered the floor.

As the man entered they looked furtively at the bull
whip which trailed from his right handand then
glanced fearfully at one another as though questioning
which was the malefactor on this occasion.

Von Horn ran his eyes over the hideous assemblage.

Where is Number One?he askeddirecting his question
toward a thing whose forehead gave greater promise of
intelligence than any of his companions.

The one addressed shook his head.

Von Horn turned and made a circuit of the campong.
There was no sign of the missing one and no indication
of any other irregularity than the demolished portion
of the roof. With an expression of mild concern upon
his face he entered the workshop.

Number One has escaped into the jungle, Professor,he said.

Professor Maxon looked up in surprisebut before he
had an opportunity to reply a woman's screamshrill
with horrorsmote upon their startled ears.

Von Horn was the first to reach the campong of the
whites. Professor Maxon was close behind him
and the faces of both were white with apprehension.
The enclosure was deserted. Not even Sing was there.
Without a word the two men sprang through the gateway
and raced for the jungle in the direction from which
that singlehaunting cry had come.

Virginia Maxonidling beneath the leafy shade of the
tropical foliagebecame presently aware that she had
wandered farther from the campong than she had intended.
The day was sultryand the heateven in the dense shade
of the jungleoppressive. Slowly she retraced her steps
her eyes upon the groundher mind absorbed in sad consideration
of her father's increasing moodiness and eccentricity.

Possibly it was this very abstraction which deadened
her senses to the near approach of another. At any
rate the girl's first intimation that she was not alone
came when she raised her eyes to look full into the
horrid countenance of a fearsome monster which blocked
her path toward camp.

The sudden shock brought a single involuntary scream
from her lips. And who can wonder! The thing thrust
so unexpectedly before her eyes was hideous in the
extreme. A great mountain of deformed flesh clothed in
dirtywhite cotton pajamas! Its face was of the ashen
hue of a fresh corpsewhile the white hair and pink eyes
denoted the absence of pigment; a characteristic of albinos.

One eye was fully twice the diameter of the otherand
an inch above the horizontal plane of its tiny mate.
The nose was but a gaping orifice above a deformed and
twisted mouth. The thing was chinlessand its small
foreheadless head surrounded its colossal body like a
cannon ball on a hill top. One arm was at least twelve
inches longer than its matewhich was itself long in
proportion to the torsowhile the legssimilarly
mismated and terminating in hugeflat feet that
protruded laterallycaused the thing to lurch fearfully
from side to side as it lumbered toward the girl.

A sudden grimace lighted the frightful face as the
grotesque eyes fell upon this new creature. Number One
had never before seen a womanbut the sight of this
one awoke in the unplumbed depths of his soulless
breast a great desire to lay his hands upon her. She
was very beautiful. Number One wished to have her for
his very own; nor would it be a difficult matterso
fragile was sheto gather her up in those greatbrute
arms and carry her deep into the jungle far out of
hearing of the bull-whip man and the coldfrowning one
who was continually measuring and weighing Number One
and his companionsthe while he scrutinized them with
those strangeglittering eyes that frightened one even
more than the cruel lash of the bull whip.

Number One lurched forwardhis arms outstretched
toward the horror stricken girl. Virginia tried to cry
out again--she tried to turn and run; but the horror of
her impending fate and the terror that those awful
features induced left her paralyzed and helpless.

The thing was almost upon her now. The mouth was wide
in a hideous attempt to smile. The great hands would
grasp her in another second--and then there was a
sudden crashing of the underbrush behind hera yellow
wrinkled face and a flying pig-tail shot past herand
the brave old Sing Lee grappled with the mighty monster
that threatened her.

The battle was short--short and terrible. The valiant
Chinaman sought the ashen throat of his antagonistbut
his wirysinewy muscles were as reeds beneath the
force of that inhuman power that opposed them. Holding
the girl at arm's length in one handNumber One tore
the battling Chinaman from him with the otherand
lifting him bodily above his headhurled him stunned
and bleeding against the bole of a giant buttress tree.
Then lifting Virginia in his arms once more he dived
into the impenetrable mazes of the jungle that lined
the more open pathway between the beach and camp.


As Professor Maxon and von Horn rushed from the
workshop to their own campongthey neglectedin their
hasteto lock the door betweenand for the first time
since the camp was completed it stood unlatched and ajar.

The professor had been engaged in taking careful
measurements of the head of his latest experimentthe
while he coached the young man in the first rudiments
of spoken languageand now the subject of his labors
found himself suddenly deserted and alone. He had not
yet been without the four walls of the workshopas the
professor had wished to keep him from association with
the grotesque results of his earlier experimentsand
now a natural curiosity tempted him to approach the
door through which his creator and the man with the
bull whip had so suddenly disappeared.

He saw before him a great walled enclosure roofed by a
lofty azure domeand beyond the walls the tops of
green trees swaying gently in the soft breezes. His
nostrils tasted the incense of fresh earth and growing
things. For the first time he felt the breath of
Naturefree and unconfinedupon his brow.

He drew his giant frame to its full height and drank
in the freedom and the sweetness of it allfilling his
great lungs to their fullest; and with the first taste
he learned to hate the close and stuffy confines of his prison.

His virgin mind was filled with wonder at the wealth of
new impressions which surged to his brain through every
sense. He longed for moreand the open gateway of the
campong was a scarce needed invitation to pass to the
wide world beyond. With the free and easy tread of
utter unconsciousness of selfhe passed across the
enclosure and stepped out into the clearing which lay
between the palisade and the jungle.

Ahhere was a still more beautiful world! The green
leaves nodded to himand at their invitation he came
and the jungle reached out its million arms to embrace
him. Now before himbehindon either side there was
naught but glorious green beauty shot with splashes of
gorgeous color that made him gasp in wonderment.

Brilliant birds rose from amidst it allskimming
hither and thither above his head--he thought that the
flowers and the birds were the sameand when he
reached out and plucked a blossomtenderly
he wondered that it did not flutter in his hand.
On and on he walkedbut slowlyfor he must not miss
a single sight in the strange and wonderful place; and then
of a suddenthe quiet beauty of the scene was harshly
broken by the crashing of a monster through the underbrush.

Number Thirteen was standing in a little open place in
the jungle when the discordant note first fell upon his ears
and as he turned his head in the direction of the sound
he was startled at the hideous aspect of the thing which
broke through the foliage before him.

What a horrid creature! But on the same instant his eyes
fell upon another borne in the arms of the terrible one.
This one was different--very different-- soft and
beautiful and white. He wondered what it all meant
for everything was strange and new to him;
but when he saw the eyes of the lovely one upon him
and her arms outstretched toward himthough he did
not understand the words upon her lipshe knew that
she was in distress. Something told him that it was the
ugly thing that carried her that was the author of her suffering.

Virginia Maxon had been half unconscious from fright
when she suddenly saw a white manclothed in coarse
whitenative pajamasconfronting her and the
misshapen beast that was bearing her away to what
frightful fate she could but conjecture.

At the sight of the man her voice returned with
returning hopeand she reached her arms toward him
calling upon him to save her. Although he did not
respond she thought that he understood for he sprang
toward them before her appeal was scarce uttered.

As beforewhen Sing had threatened to filch his new
possession from himNumber One held the girl with one
hand while he met the attack of this new assailant with
the other; but here was very different metal than had
succumbed to him before.

It is true that Number Thirteen knew nothing whatever
of personal combatbut Number One had but little
advantage of him in the matter of experiencewhile the
former was equipped with great natural intelligence as
well as steel muscles no whit less powerful than his
deformed predecessor.

So it was that the awful giant found his single hand
helpless to cope with the strength of his foemanand
in a brief instant felt powerful fingers clutching at
his throat. Still reluctant to surrender his hold upon
his prizehe beat futilely at the face of his enemy
but at last the agony of choking compelled him to drop
the girl and grapple madly with the man who choked him
with one hand and rained mighty and merciless blows
upon his face and head with the other.

His captive sank to the groundtoo weak from the
effects of nervous shock to escapeand with horror-

filled eyes watched the two who battled over her. She
saw that her would-be rescuer was young and strong
featured--all together a very fine specimen of manhood;
and to her great wonderment it was soon apparent that
he was no unequal match for the great mountain of
muscle that he fought.

Both tore and struck and clawed and bit in the frenzy
of maduntutored striferolling about on the soft
carpet of the jungle almost noiselessly except for
their heavy breathing and an occasional beast-like
snarl from Number One. For several minutes they fought
thus until the younger man succeeded in getting both
hands upon the throat of his adversaryand then
choking relentlesslyhe raised the brute with him from
the ground and rushed him fiercely backward against the
stem of a tree. Again and again he hurled the
monstrous thing upon the unyielding wooduntil at last
it hung helpless and inert in his clutchesthen he
cast it from himand without another glance at it
turned toward the girl.

Here was a problem indeed. Now that he had won her
what was he to do with her? He was but an adult child
with the brain and brawn of a manand the ignorance
and inexperience of the new-born. And so he acted as a
child actsin imitation of what it has seen others do.
The brute had been carrying the lovely creature
therefore that must be the thing for him to doand so
he stooped and gathered Virginia Maxon in his great arms.

She tried to tell him that she could walk after a
moment's restbut it was soon evident that he did not
understand heras a puzzled expression came to his
face and he did not put her down as she asked. Instead
he stood irresolute for a timeand then moved slowly
through the jungle. By chance his direction was toward
the campand this fact so relieved the girl's mind that
presently she was far from loath to remain quietly in his arms.

After a moment she gained courage to look up into his
face. She thought that she never had seen so
marvellously clean cut featuresor a more high and
noble countenanceand she wondered how it was that
this white man was upon the island and she not have
known it. Possibly he was a new arrival--his presence
unguessed even by her father. That he was neither
English nor American was evident from the fact that he
could not understand her native tongue. Who could he
be! What was he doing upon their island!

As she watched his face he suddenly turned his eyes
down upon herand as she looked hurriedly away she was
furious with herself as she felt a crimson flush mantle
her cheek. The man only half sensedin a vague sort
of waythe meaning of the tell tale color and the
quickly averted eyes; but he became suddenly aware of
the pressure of her delicate body against hisas he
had not been before. Now he kept his eyes upon her
face as he walkedand a new emotion filled his breast.
He did not understand itbut it was very pleasantand
he knew that it was because of the radiant thing that
he carried in his arms.

The scream that had startled von Horn and Professor
Maxon led them along the trail toward the east coast of
the islandand about halfway of the distance they
stumbled upon the dazed and bloody Sing just as he was
on the point of regaining consciousness.

For God's sake, Sing, what is the matter?cried von Horn.
Where is Miss Maxon?

Big blute, he catchem Linee. Tly kill Sing. Head hit tlee.
No see any more. Wakee up--all glone,moaned the Chinaman
as he tried to gain his feet.

Which way did he take her?urged von Horn.

Sing's quick eyes scanned the surrounding jungle
and in a momentstaggering to his feethe cried
Look see, klick! Foot plint!and ranweak and
reeling drunkenlyalong the broad trail made by
the giant creature and its prey.

Von Horn and Professor Maxon followed closely in
Sing's wakethe younger man horrified by the terrible
possibilities that obtruded themselves into his
imagination despite his every effort to assure himself
that no harm could come to Virginia Maxon before they
reached her. The girl's father had not spoken since
they discovered that she was missing from the campong
but his face was white and drawn; his eyes wide and
glassy as those of one whose mind is on the verge of
madness from a great nervous shock.

The trail of the creature was bewilderingly erratic.
A dozen paces straight through the underbrushthen a
sharp turn at right angles for no apparent reasononly
to veer again suddenly in a new direction! Thus
turning and twistingthe tortuous way led them toward
the south end of the islanduntil Singwho was in
advancegave a sharp cry of surprise.

Klick! Look see!he cried excitedly. "Blig blute dead--
vely muchee dead."

Von Horn rushed forward to where the Chinaman was
leaning over the body of Number One. Sure enough
the great brute lay motionlessits horrid face even more
hideous in death than in lifeif it were possible.
The face was blackthe tongue protrudedthe skin was
bruised from the heavy fists of his assailant and the
thick skull crushed and splintered from terrific impact
with the tree.

Professor Maxon leaned over von Horn's shoulder.
Ah, poor Number One,he sighedthat you should have come
to such an untimely end--my child, my child.

Von Horn looked at hima tinge of compassion in his
rather hard face. It touched the man that his employer
was at last shocked from the obsession of his work to a
realization of the love and duty he owed his daughter;
he thought that the professor's last words referred to

Though there are twelve more,continued Professor

Maxonyou were my first born son and I loved you
most, dear child.

The younger man was horrified.

My God, Professor!he cried. "Are you mad? Can you
call this thing `child' and mourn over it when you do
not yet know the fate of your own daughter?"

Professor Maxon looked up sadly. "You do not
understandDr. von Horn he replied coldly, and you
will oblige mein the futureby not again referring
to the offspring of my labors as `things.'"

With an ugly look upon his face von Horn turned his
back upon the older man--what little feeling of loyalty
and affection he had ever felt for him gone forever.
Sing was looking about for evidences of the cause of
Number One's death and the probable direction in which
Virginia Maxon had disappeared.

What on earth could have killed this enormous brute, Sing?
Have you any idea?asked von Horn.

The Chinaman shook his head.

No savvy,he replied. "Blig flight. Look see
and he pointed to the torn and trampled turf,
the broken bushes, and to one or two small trees
that had been snapped off by the impact of the two
mighty bodies that had struggled back and forth
about the little clearing.

This way cried Sing presently, and started off once
more into the brush, but this time in a northwesterly
direction, toward camp.

In silence the three men followed the new trail,
all puzzled beyond measure to account for the death
of Number One at the hands of what must have been a
creature of superhuman strength. What could it have
been! It was impossible that any of the Malays or
lascars could have done the thing, and there were no
other creatures, brute or human, upon the island large
enough to have coped even for an instant with the
ferocious brutality of the dead monster, except-von
Horn's brain came to a sudden halt at the thought.
Could it be? There seemed no other explanation.
Virginia Maxon had been rescued from one soulless
monstrosity to fall into the hands of another equally
irresponsible and terrifying.

Others then must have escaped from the campong.
Von Horn loosened his guns in their holsters,
and took a fresh grip upon his bull whip as he
urged Sing forward upon the trail. He wondered
which one it was, but not once did it occur to him
that the latest result of Professor Maxon's experiments
could be the rescuer of Virginia Maxon. In his mind he
could see only the repulsive features of one of the others.

Quite unexpectedly they came upon the two, and with a
shout von Horn leaped forward, his bull whip upraised.
Number Thirteen turned in surprise at the cry, and

sensing a new danger for her who lay in his arms,
he set her gently upon the ground behind him
and advanced to meet his assailant.

Out of the wayyou--monstrosity cried von Horn.
If you have harmed Miss Maxon I'll put a bullet in
your heart!"

Number Thirteen did not understand the words that the
other addressed to him but he interpreted the man's
actions as menacingnot to himselfbut to the
creature he now considered his particular charge;
and so he met the advancing manmore to keep him from
the girl than to offer him bodily injury for he recognized
him as one of the two who had greeted his first dawning

Von Hornpossibly intentionallymisinterpreted the
other's motiveand raising his bull whip struck Number
Thirteen a vicious cut across the faceat the same time
levelling his revolver point blank at the broad beast.
But before ever he could pull the trigger an avalanche
of muscle was upon himand he went down to the rotting
vegetation of the jungle with five sinewy fingers at his throat.

His revolver exploded harmlessly in the airand then
another hand wrenched it from him and hurled it far
into the underbrush. Number Thirteen knew nothing of
the danger of firearmsbut the noise had startled him
and his experience with the stinging cut of the bull
whip convinced him that this other was some sort of
instrument of torture of which it would be as well to
deprive his antagonist.

Virginia Maxon looked on in horror as she realized that
her rescuer was quickly choking Dr. von Horn to death.
With a little cry she sprang to her feet and ran toward them
just as her father emerged from the underbrush through
which he had been struggling in the trail of the agile
Chinaman and von Horn. Placing her hand upon the great
wrist of the giant she tried to drag his fingers from
von Horn's throatpleading meanwhile with both voice
and eyes for the life of the man she thought loved her.

Again Number Thirteen translated the intent without
understanding the wordsand releasing von Horn
permitted him to rise. With a bound he was upon his
feet and at the same instant brought his other gun from
his side and levelled it upon the man who had released him;
but as his finger tightened upon the trigger Virginia Maxon
sprang between them and grasping von Horn's wrist deflected
the muzzle of the gun just as the cartridge exploded.
Simultaneously Professor Maxon sprang from his grasp
and hurled him back with the superhuman strength of a maniac.

Fool!he cried. "What would you do? Kill--
and then of a sudden he realized his daughter's presence
and the necessity for keeping the origin of the young
giant from her knowledge.

I am surprised at youDr. von Horn he continued in
a more level voice. You must indeed have forgotten
yourself to thus attack a stranger upon our island
until you know whether he be friend or foe. Come!

Escort my daughter to the campwhile I make the proper
apologies to this gentleman." As he saw that both
Virginia and von Horn hesitatedhe repeated his command
in a peremptory toneadding; "Quicknow; do as I bid you."

The moment had given von Horn an opportunity to regain
his self-controland realizing as well as did his employer
but from another motivethe necessity of keeping the truth
from the girlhe took her arm and led her gently from the scene.
At Professor Maxon's direction Sing accompanied them.

Now in Number Thirteen's brief career he had known no
other authority than Professor Maxon'sand so it was
that when his master laid a hand upon his wrist he
remained beside him while another walked away with the
lovely creature he had thought his very own.

Until after dark the professor kept the young man
hidden in the jungleand thensafe from detection
led him back to the laboratory.


On their return to camp after her rescue Virginia
talked a great deal to von Horn about the young giant
who had rescued heruntil the man feared that she was
more interested in him than seemed good for his own plans.

He had now cast from him the last vestige of his
loyalty for his employerand thus freed had determined
to use every means within his power to win Professor
Maxon's daughterand with her the heritage of wealth
which he knew would be hers should her father
through some unforeseen mishapmeet death before
he could return to civilization and alter his will
a contingency which von Horn knew he might have to consider
should he marry the girl against her father's wishesand
thus thwart the crazed man's madbut no less dear project.

He realized that first he must let the girl fully
understand the grave peril in which she stood
and turn her hope of protection from her father to himself.
He imagined that the initial step in undermining
Virginia's confidence in her father would be to narrate
every detail of the weird experiments which Professor
Maxon had brought to such successful issues during
their residence upon the island.

The girl's own questioning gave him the lead he needed.

Where could that horrid creature have come from that
set upon me in the jungle and nearly killed poor Sing?
she asked.

For a moment von Horn was silentin well simulated
hesitancy to reply to her query.

I cannot tell you, Miss Maxon,he said sadly
how much I should hate to be the one to ignore your

father's commands, and enlighten you upon this and
other subjects which lie nearer to your personal
welfare than you can possibly guess; but I feel that
after the horrors of this day duty demands that I must
lay all before you--you cannot again be exposed to the
horrors from which you were rescued only by a miracle.

I cannot imagine what you hint at, Dr. von Horn,
said Virginiabut if to explain to me will
necessitate betraying my father's confidence
I prefer that you remain silent.

You do not understand,broke in the manyou cannot
guess the horrors that I have seen upon this island,
or the worse horrors that are to come. Could you dream
of what lies in store for you, you would seek death rather
than face the future. I have been loyal to your father,
Virginia, but were you not blind, or indifferent,
you would long since have seen that your welfare
means more to me than my loyalty to him-more
to me than my life or my honor.

You asked where the creature came from that attacked
you today. I shall tell you. It is one of a dozen
similarly hideous things that your father has created
in his mad desire to solve the problem of life.
He has solved it; butGodat what a price
in misshapensoullesshideous monsters!"

The girl looked up at himhorror stricken.

Do you mean to say that my father in a mad attempt to
usurp the functions of God created that awful thing?
she asked in a lowfaint voiceand that there are
others like it upon the island?

In the campong next to yours there are a dozen others,
replied von Hornnor would it be easy to say which
is the most hideous and repulsive. They are grotesque
caricatures of humanity--without soul and almost without brain.

God!murmured the girlburying her face in her hands
he has gone mad; he has gone mad.

I truly believe that he is mad,said von Hornnor could
you doubt it for a moment were I to tell you the worst.

The worst!exclaimed the girl. "What could be worse
than that which you already have divulged? Ohhow could
you have permitted it?"

There is much worse than I have told you, Virginia.
So much worse that I can scarce force my lips to frame
the words, but you must be told. I would be more
criminally liable than your father were I to keep
it from you, for my brain, at least, is not crazed.
Virginia, you have in your mind a picture of the
hideous thing that carried you off into the jungle?

Yes,and as the girl replied a convulsive shudder
racked her frame.

Von Horn grasped her arm gently as he went on
as though to support and protect her during the shock

that he was about to administer.

Virginia,he said in a very low voiceit is your
father's intention to wed you to one of his creatures.

The girl broke from him with an angry cry.

It is not true!she exclaimed. "It is not true.
OhDr. von Horn how could you tell me such a cruel
and terrible untruth."

As God is my judge, Virginia,and the man reverently
uncovered as he spokeit is the truth. Your father
told me it in so many words when I asked his permission
to pay court to you myself--you are to marry Number
Thirteen when his education is complete.

I shall die first!she cried.

Why not accept me instead?suggested the man.

For a moment Virginia looked straight into his eyes as
though to read his inmost soul.

Let me have time to consider it, Doctor,she replied.
I do not know that I care for you in that way at all.

Think of Number Thirteen,he suggested. "It should
not be difficult to decide."

I could not marry you simply to escape a worse fate,
replied the girl. "I am not that cowardly--but let me
think it over. There can be no immediate dangerI am sure."

One can never tell,replied von Hornwhat strange,
new vagaries may enter a crazed mind to dictate this
moment's action or the next.

Where could we wed?asked Virginia.

The Ithaca would bear us to Singapore, and when we
returned you would be under my legal protection and safe.

I shall think about it from every angle,she answered
sadlyand now good night, my dear friend,and with a
wan smile she entered her quarters.

For the next month Professor Maxon was busy educating
Number Thirteen. He found the young man intelligent
far beyond his most sanguine hopesso that the
progress made was little short of uncanny.

Von Horn during this time continued to urge upon
Virginia the necessity for a prompt and favorable
decision in the matter of his proposal; but when it
came time to face the issue squarely the girl found it
impossible to accede to his request--she thought that
she loved himbut somehow she dared not say the word
that would make her his for life.

Bududreenthe Malay mate was equally harassed by
conflicting desiresthough of a different nature
or he had his eye upon the main chance that was
represented to him by the great chestand also upon

the lesser reward which awaited him upon delivery of
the girl to Rajah Muda Saffir. The fact that he could
find no safe means for accomplishing both these ends
simultaneously was all that had protected either from
his machinations.

The presence of the uncanny creatures of the court of
mystery had become known to the Malay and he used this
knowledge as an argument to foment discord and mutiny
in the ignorant and superstitious crew under his
command. By boring a hole in the partition wall
separating their campong from the inner one he had
disclosed to the horrified view of his men the fearsome
brutes harbored so close to them. The mateof course
had no suspicion of the true origin of these monsters
but his knowledge of the fact that they had not been
upon the island when the Ithaca arrived and that it
would have been impossible for them to have landed and
reached the camp without having been seen by himself or
some member of his companywas sufficient evidence to
warrant him in attributing their presence to some
supernatural and malignant power.

This explanation the crew embraced willinglyand with
it Bududreen's suggestion that Professor Maxon had
power to transform them all into similar atrocities.
The ball once started gained size and momentum as it
progressed. The professor's ofttimes strange
expression was attributed to an evil eyeand every
ailment suffered by any member of the crew was blamed
upon their employer's Satanic influence. There was but
one escape from the horrors of such a curse--the death
of its author; and when Bududreen discovered that
they had reached this pointand were even discussing
the method of procedurehe added all that was needed
to the dangerously smouldering embers of bloody mutiny by
explaining that should anything happen to the white men
he would become sole owner of their belongings
including the heavy chestand that the reward
of each member of the crew would be generous.

Von Horn was really the only stumbling block in
Bududreen's path. With the natural cowardice of the
Malay he feared this masterful American who never moved
without a brace of guns slung about his hips; and it
was at just this psychological moment that the doctor
played into the hands of his subordinatemuch to the
latter's inward elation.

Von Horn had finally despaired of winning Virginia by
peaceful courtand had about decided to resort to
force when he was precipitately confirmed in his
decision by a conversation with the girl's father.

He and the professor were talking in the workshop of
the remarkable progress of Number Thirteen toward a
complete mastery of English and the ways and manners
of societyin which von Horn had been assisting his
employer to train the young giant. The breach between
the latter and von Horn had been patched over by
Professor Maxon's explanations to Number Thirteen
as soon as the young man was able to comprehend--in the
meantime it had been necessary to keep von Horn out of
the workshop except when the giant was confined in his

own room off the larger one.

Von Horn had been particularly anxiousfor the furtherance
of certain plans he had in mindto effect a reconciliation
with Number Thirteento reach a basis of friendship
with the young manand had left no stone unturned
to accomplish this result. To this end he had spent
considerable time with Number Thirteencoaching him
in English and in the ethics of human association.

He is progressing splendidly, Doctor,Professor Maxon
had said. "It will be but a matter of a day or so when
I can introduce him to Virginiabut we must be careful
that she has no inkling of his origin until mutual
affection has gained a sure foothold between them."

And if that should not occur?questioned von Horn.

I should prefer that they mated voluntarily,replied
the professorthe strange gleam leaping to his eyes at
the suggestion of possible antagonism to his cherished
planbut if not, then they shall be compelled by
the force of my authority--they both belong to me,
body and soul.

You will wait for the final consummation of your
desires until you return with them to civilization,
I presume,said von Horn.

And why?returned the professor. "I can wed them
here myself--it would be the surer way--yesthat is
what I shall do."

It was this determination on the part of Professor
Maxon that decided von Horn to act at once. Further
it lent a reasonable justification for his purposed act.

Shortly after their talk the older man left the workshop
and von Horn took the opportunity to inaugurate the
second move of his campaign. Number Thirteen was sitting
near a window which let upon the inner courtbusy with
the rudiments of written English. Von Horn approached him.

You are getting along nicely, Jack,he said kindly
looking over the other's shoulder and using the name
which had been adopted at his suggestion to lend a more
human tone to their relations with the nameless man.

Yes,replied the otherlooking up with a smile.
Professor Maxon says that in another day or two I may
come and live in his own house, and again meet his
beautiful daughter. It seems almost too good to be
true that I shall actually live under the same roof
with her and see her every day--sit at the same table
with her--and walk with her among the beautiful trees
and flowers that witnessed our first meeting. I wonder
if she will remember me. I wonder if she will be as
glad to see me again as I shall be to see her.

Jack,said von HornsadlyI am afraid there
is a terrible and disappointing awakening for you.
It grieves me that it should be so, but it seems only
fair to tell you, what Professor Maxon either does not know
or has forgotten, that his daughter will not look with

pleasure upon you when she learns your origin.

You are not as other men. You are but the accident of
a laboratory experiment. You have no souland the
soul is all that raises man above the beasts. Jack
poor boyyou are not a human being--you are not even
a beast. The worldand Miss Maxon is of the world
will look upon you as a terrible creature to be shunned-a
horrible monstrosity far lower in the scale of creation
than the lowest order of brutes.

Look,and the man pointed through the window toward
the group of hideous things that wandered aimlessly
about the court of mystery. "You are of the same breed
as thoseyou differ from them only in the symmetry of
your face and featuresand the superior development of
your brain. There is no place in the world for them
nor for you.

I am sorry that it is so. I am sorry that I should
have to be the one to tell you; but it is better that
you know it now from a friend than that you meet the
bitter truth when you least expected it, and possibly
from the lips of one like Miss Maxon for whom you might
have formed a hopeless affection.

As von Horn spoke the expression on the young man's
face became more and more hopelessand when he had
ceased he dropped his head into his open palmssitting
quiet and motionless as a carven statue. No sob shook
his great framethere was no outward indication of the
terrible grief that racked him inwardly--only in the
pose was utter dejection and hopelessness.

The older man could not repress a cold smile--it had
had more effect than he had hoped.

Don't take it too hard, my boy,he continued.
The world is wide. It would be easy to find a thousand
places where your antecedents would be neither known
nor questioned. You might be very happy elsewhere and
there a hundred thousand girls as beautiful and sweet
as Virginia Maxon--remember that you have never seen
another, so you can scarcely judge.

Why did he ever bring me into the world?exclaimed
the young man suddenly. "It was wicked--wicked-terribly
cruel and wicked."

I agree with you,said von Horn quicklyseeing
another possibility that would make his future plans
immeasurably easier. "It was wickedand it is still
more wicked to continue the work and bring still other
unfortunate creatures into the world to be the butt
and plaything of cruel fate."

He intends to do that?asked the youth.

Unless he is stopped,replied von Horn.

He must be stopped,cried the other. "Even if
it were necessary to kill him."

Von Horn was quite satisfied with the turn events had taken.

He shrugged his shoulders and turned on his heel toward
the outer campong.

If he had wronged me as he has you, and those others,
with a gesture toward the court of mysteryI should
not be long in reaching a decision.And with that he
passed outleaving the door unlatched.

Von Horn went straight to the south campong and sought
out Bududreen. Motioning the Malay to follow him they
walked across the clearing and entered the jungle out
of sight and hearing of the camp. Singhanging
clothes in the north end of the clearing saw them
departand wondered a little.

Bududreen,said von Hornwhen the two had reached a
safe distance from the enclosuresthere is no need of
mincing matters--something must be done at once. I do
not know how much you know of the work that Professor
Maxon has been engaged in since we reached this island;
but it has been hellish enough and it must go no
further. You have seen the creatures in the campong
next to yours?

I have seen,replied Bududreenwith a shudder.

Professor Maxon intends to wed one of these to his
daughter,von Horn continued. "She loves me and we
wish to escape--can I rely on you and your men to aid
us? There is a chest in the workshop which we must
take along tooand I can assure you that you all will
be well rewarded for your work. We intend merely to leave
Professor Maxon here with the creatures he has created."

Bududreen could scarce repress a smile--it was indeed
too splendid to be true.

It will be perilous work, Captain,he answered.
We should all be hanged were we caught.

There will be no danger of that, Bududreen,
for there will be no one to divulge our secret.

There will be the Professor Maxon,urged the Malay.
Some day he will escape from the island, and then we
shall all hang.

He will never escape,replied von Hornhis own
creatures will see to that. They are already
commencing to realize the horrible crime he has
committed against them, and when once they are fully
aroused there will be no safety for any of us. If you
wish to leave the island at all it will be best for you
to accept my proposal and leave while your head yet
remains upon your shoulders. Were we to suggest to the
professor that he leave now he would not only refuse
but he would take steps to make it impossible for any
of us to leave, even to sinking the Ithaca. The man
is mad--quite mad--Bududreen, and we cannot longer
jeopardize our own throats merely to humor his crazy
and criminal whims.

The Malay was thinking fastand could von Horn have
guessed what thoughts raced through the tortuous

channels of that semi-barbarous brain he would have
wished himself safely housed in the American prison
where he belonged.

When do you wish to sail?asked the Malay.

Tonight,replied von Hornand together they matured
their plans. An hour later the second mate with six
men disappeared into the jungle toward the harbor.
Theywith the three on watchwere to get the vessel
in readiness for immediate departure.

After the evening meal von Horn sat on the verandah
with Virginia Maxon until the Professor came from the
workshop to retire for the night. As he passed them he
stopped for a word with von Horntaking him aside out
of the girl's hearing.

Have you noticed anything peculiar in the actions of
Thirteen?asked the older man. "He was sullen and
morose this eveningand at times there was a strange
wild light in his eyes as he looked at me. Can it be
possible thatafter allhis brain is defective?
It would be terrible. My work would have gone for naught
for I can see no way in which I can improve upon him."

I will go and have a talk with him later,said von
Hornso if you hear us moving about in the workshop,
or even out here in the campong think nothing of it.
I may take him for a long walk. It is possible that
the hard study and close confinement to that little
building have been too severe upon his brain and nerves.
A long walk each evening may bring him around all right.

Splendid--splendid,replied the professor. "You may
be quite right. Do it by all meansmy dear doctor
and there was a touch of the old, friendly, sane tone
which had been so long missing, that almost caused von
Horn to feel a trace of compunction for the hideous act
of disloyalty that he was on the verge of perpetrating.

As Professor Maxon entered the house von Horn returned
to Virginia and suggested that they take a short walk
outside the campong before retiring. The girl readily
acquiesced to the plan, and a moment later found them
strolling through the clearing toward the southern end
of the camp. In the dark shadows of the gateway
leading to the men's enclosure a figure crouched.
The girl did not see it, but as they came opposite it
von Horn coughed twice, and then the two passed on
toward the edge of the jungle.


The Rajah Muda Saffir, tiring of the excuses and delays
which Bududreen interposed to postpone the fulfillment
of his agreement with the former, whereby he was to deliver
into the hands of the rajah a certain beautiful maiden,
decided at last to act upon his own initiative.

The truth of the matter was that he had come to suspect
the motives of the first mate of the Ithaca, and not
knowing of the great chest attributed them to
Bududreen's desire to possess the girl for himself.

So it was that as the second mate of the Ithaca with
his six men waded down the bed of the little stream
toward the harbor and the ship, a fleet of ten war
prahus manned by over five hundred fierce Dyaks and
commanded by Muda Saffir himself, pulled cautiously
into the little cove upon the opposite side of the
island, and landed but a quarter of a mile from camp.

At the same moment von Horn was leading Virginia Maxon
farther and farther from the north campong where resistance,
if there was to be any, would be most likely to occur.
At his superior's cough Bududreen had signalled silently
to the men within the enclosure, and a moment later
six savage lascars crept stealthily to his side.

The moment that von Horn and the girl were entirely
concealed by the darkness, the seven moved cautiously
along the shadow of the palisade toward the north
campong. There was murder in the cowardly hearts of
several of them, and stupidity and lust in the hearts
of all. There was no single one who would not betray
his best friend for a handful of silver, nor any but
was inwardly hoping and scheming to the end that he
might alone possess both the chest and the girl.

It was such a pack of scoundrels that Bududreen led
toward the north campong to bear away the treasure.
In the breast of the leader was the hope that he had
planted enough of superstitious terror in their hearts
to make the sight of the supposed author of their
imagined wrongs sufficient provocation for his murder;
for Bududreen was too sly to give the order for the
killing of a white man--the arm of the white man's law
was too long--but he felt that he would rest easier
were he to leave the island with the knowledge that only
a dead man remained behind with the secret of his perfidy.

While these events were transpiring Number Thirteen
was pacing restlessly back and forth the length of
the workshop. But a short time before he had had his
author--the author of his misery--within the four walls
of his prison, and yet he had not wreaked the vengeance
that was in his heart. Twice he had been on the point
of springing upon the man, but both times the other's
eyes had met his and something which he was not able to
comprehend had stayed him. Now that the other had gone
and he was alone contemplation of the hideous wrong that
had been done loosed again the flood gates of his pent rage.

The thought that he had been made by this man--made in
the semblance of a human being, yet denied by the
manner of his creation a place among the lowest of
Nature's creatures--filled him with fury, but it was
not this thought that drove him to the verge of
madness. It was the knowledge, suggested by von Horn,
that Virginia Maxon would look upon him in horror,
as a grotesque and loathsome monstrosity.

He had no standard and no experience whereby he might

classify his sentiments toward this wonderful creature.
All he knew was that his life would be complete could
he be near her always--see her and speak with her
daily. He had thought of her almost constantly since
those short, delicious moments that he had held her in
his arms. Again and again he experienced in
retrospection the exquisite thrill that had run through
every fiber of his being at the sight of her averted
eyes and flushed face. And the more he let his mind
dwell upon the wonderful happiness that was denied him
because of his origin, the greater became his wrath
against his creator.

It was now quite dark without. The door leading to
Professor Maxon's campong, left unlatched earlier in
the evening by von Horn for sinister motives of his
own, was still unbarred through a fatal coincidence
of forgetfulness on the part of the professor.

Number Thirteen approached this door. He laid his hand
upon the knob. A moment later he was moving noiselessly
across the campong toward the house in which Professor Maxon
lay peacefully sleeping; while at the south gate Bududreen
and his six cutthroats crept cautiously within and slunk
in the dense shadows of the palisade toward the workshop
where lay the heavy chest of their desire. At the same
instant Muda Saffir with fifty of his head-hunting Dyaks
emerged from the jungle east of the camp, bent on discovering
the whereabouts of the girl the Malay sought and bearing her
away to his savage court far within the jungle fastness
of his Bornean principality.

Number Thirteen reached the verandah of the house and
peered through the window into the living room, where
an oil lamp, turned low, dimly lighted the interior,
which he saw was unoccupied. Going to the door he
pushed it open and entered the apartment. All was
still within. He listened intently for some slight
sound which might lead him to the victim he sought,
or warn him from the apartment of the girl or that of
von Horn--his business was with Professor Maxon. He did
not wish to disturb the others whom he believed to be
sleeping somewhere within the structure--a low,
rambling bungalow of eight rooms.

Cautiously he approached one of the four doors which
opened from the living room. Gently he turned the knob
and pushed the door ajar. The interior of the
apartment beyond was in inky darkness, but Number
Thirteen's greatest fear was that he might have
stumbled upon the sleeping room of Virginia Maxon,
and that if she were to discover him there, not only
would she be frightened, but her cries would alarm
the other inmates of the dwelling.

The thought of the horror that his presence would
arouse within her, the knowledge that she would look
upon him as a terrifying monstrosity, added new fuel
to the fires of hate that raged in his bosom against
the man who had created him. With clenched fists,
and tight set jaws the great, soulless giant moved across
the dark chamber with the stealthy noiselessness of a tiger.
Feeling before him with hands and feet he made the circuit
of the room before he reached the bed.

Scarce breathing he leaned over and groped across the
covers with his fingers in search of his prey--the bed
was empty. With the discovery came a sudden nervous
reaction that sent him into a cold sweat. Weakly,
he seated himself upon the edge of the bed.
Had his fingers found the throat of Professor Maxon
beneath the coverlet they would never have released
their hold until life had forever left the body
of the scientist, but now that the highest tide
of the young man's hatred had come and gone
he found himself for the first time assailed by doubts.

Suddenly he recalled the fact that the man whose life
he sought was the father of the beautiful creature he adored.
Perhaps she loved him and would be unhappy were he taken
away from her. Number Thirteen did not know, of course,
but the idea obtruded itself, and had sufficient weight
to cause him to remain seated upon the edge of the
bed meditating upon the act he contemplated.
He had by no means given up the idea of killing
Professor Maxon, but now there were doubts
and obstacles which had not been manifest before.

His standards of right and wrong were but half formed,
from the brief attempts of Professor Maxon and von Horn
to inculcate proper moral perceptions in a mind entirely
devoid of hereditary inclinations toward either good or bad,
but he realized one thing most perfectly--that to be
a soulless thing was to be damned in the estimation
of Virginia Maxon, and it now occurred to him that
to kill her father would be the act of a soulless being.
It was this thought more than another that caused him
to pause in the pursuit of his revenge, since he knew
that the act he contemplated would brand him the
very thing he was, yet wished not to be.

At length, however, he slowly comprehended that no act
of his would change the hideous fact of his origin;
that nothing would make him acceptable in her eyes,
and with a shake of his head he arose and stepped toward
the living room to continue his search for the professor.

In the workshop Bududreen and his men had easily
located the chest. Dragging it into the north campong
the Malay was about to congratulate himself upon the
ease with which the theft had been accomplished when
one of his fellows declared his intention of going to
the house for the purpose of dispatching Professor
Maxon, lest the influence of his evil eye should
overtake them with some terrible curse when the loss
of the chest should be discovered.

While this met fully with Bududreen's plans he urged
the man against any such act that he might have
witnesses to prove that he not only had no hand in the
crime, but had exerted his authority to prevent it;
but when two of the men separated themselves from the party
and crept toward the bungalow no force was interposed
to stop them.

The moon had risen now, so that from the dark shadows
of the palisade Muda Saffir and his savages watched the
party with Bududreen squatting about the heavy chest,

and saw the two who crept toward the house. To Muda
Saffir's evil mind there was but one explanation.
Bududreen had discovered a rich treasure, and having
stolen that had dispatched two of his men to bring him
the girl also.

Rajah Muda Saffir was furious. In subdued whispers he
sent a half dozen of his Dyaks back beneath the shadow
of the palisade to the opposite side of the bungalow
where they were to enter the building, killing all
within except the girl, whom they were to carry
straight to the beach and the war prahus.

Then with the balance of his horde he crept alone in
the darkness until opposite Bududreen and the watchers
about the chest. Just as the two who crept toward the
bungalow reached it, Muda Saffir gave the word for the
attack upon the Malays and lascars who guarded the
treasure. With savage yells they dashed upon the
unsuspecting men. Parangs and spears glistened in the
moonlight. There was a brief and bloody encounter,
for the cowardly Bududreen and his equally cowardly crew
had had no alternative but to fight, so suddenly had
the foe fallen upon them.

In a moment the savage Borneo head hunters had added
five grisly trophies to their record. Bududreen and
another were racing madly toward the jungle beyond
the campong.

As Number Thirteen arose to continue his search for
Professor Maxon his quick ear caught the shuffling of
bare feet upon the verandah. As he paused to listen
there broke suddenly upon the still night the hideous
war cries of the Dyaks, and the screams and shrieks of
their frightened victims in the campong without.
Almost simultaneously Professor Maxon and Sing rushed
into the living room to ascertain the cause of the
wild alarm, while at the same instant Bududreen's assassins
sprang through the door with upraised krisses, to be
almost immediately followed by Muda Saffir's six Dyaks
brandishing their long spears and wicked parangs.

In an instant the little room was filled with howling,
fighting men. The Dyaks, whose orders as well as
inclinations incited them to a general massacre,
fell first upon Bududreen's lascars who, cornered
in the small room, fought like demons for their lives,
so that when the Dyaks had overcome them two of their own
number lay dead beside the dead bodies of Bududreen's henchmen.

Sing and Professor Maxon stood in the doorway to the
professor's room gazing upon the scene of carnage in
surprise and consternation. The scientist was unarmed,
but Sing held a long, wicked looking Colt in readiness
for any contingency. It was evident the celestial was
no stranger to the use of his deadly weapon, nor to the
moments of extreme and sudden peril which demanded its use,
for he seemed no more perturbed than had he been but
hanging out his weekly wash.

As Number Thirteen watched the two men from the dark
shadows of the room in which he stood, he saw that both
were calm--the Chinaman with the calmness of perfect

courage, the other through lack of full understanding
of the grave danger which menaced him. In the eyes of
the latter shone a strange gleam--it was the wild light
of insanity that the sudden nervous shock of the attack
had brought to a premature culmination.

Now the four remaining Dyaks were advancing upon the
two men. Sing levelled his revolver and fired at
the foremost, and at the same instant Professor Maxon,
with a shrill, maniacal scream, launched himself full upon
a second. Number Thirteen saw the blood spurt from a
superficial wound in the shoulder of the fellow who
received Sing's bullet, but except for eliciting a howl
of rage the missile had no immediate effect. Then Sing
pulled the trigger again and again, but the cylinder
would not revolve and the hammer fell futilely upon the
empty cartridge. As two of the head hunters closed
upon him the brave Chinaman clubbed his weapon and went
down beneath them beating madly at the brown skulls.

The man with whom Professor Maxon had grappled had no
opportunity to use his weapons for the crazed man held
him close with one encircling arm while he tore and
struck at him with his free hand. The fourth Dyak
danced around the two with raised parang watching for
an opening that he might deliver a silencing blow upon
the white man's skull.

The great odds against the two men--their bravery in
the face of death, their grave danger--and last and
greatest, the fact that one was the father of the
beautiful creature he worshipped, wrought a sudden
change in Number Thirteen. In an instant he forgot
that he had come here to kill the white-haired man,
and with a bound stood in the center of the room-an
unarmed giant towering above the battling four.

The parang of the Dyak who sought Professor Maxon's
life was already falling as a mighty hand grasped the
wrist of the head hunter; but even then it was too late
to more than lessen the weight of the blow, and the
sharp edge of the blade bit deep into the forehead of
the white man. As he sank to his knees his other
antagonist freed an arm from the embrace which had
pinioned it to his side, but before he could deal the
professor a blow with the short knife that up to now he
had been unable to use, Number Thirteen had hurled his man
across the room and was upon him who menaced the scientist.

Tearing him loose from his prey, he raised him far
above his head and threw him heavily against the
opposite wall, then he turned his attention toward
Sing's assailants. All that had so far saved the
Chinaman from death was the fact that the two savages
were each so anxious to secure his head for the
verandah rafters of his own particular long-house
that they interfered with one another in the
consummation of their common desire.

Although battling for his life, Sing had not failed to
note the advent of the strange young giant, nor the
part he had played in succoring the professor, so that
it was with a feeling of relief that he saw the
newcomer turn his attention toward those who were

rapidly reducing the citadel of his own existence.

The two Dyaks who sought the trophy which nature had
set upon the Chinaman's shoulders were so busily engaged
with their victim that they knew nothing of the presence
of Number Thirteen until a mighty hand seized each by
the neck and they were raised bodily from the floor,
shaken viciously for an instant, and then hurled
to the opposite end of the room upon the bodies
of the two who had preceded them.

As Sing came to his feet he found Professor Maxon lying
in a pool of his own blood, a great gash in his forehead.
He saw the white giant standing silently looking down
upon the old man. Across the room the four stunned Dyaks
were recovering consciousness. Slowly and fearfully
they regained their feet, and seeing that no attention
was being paid them, cast a parting, terrified look at the
mighty creature who had defeated them with his bare hands,
and slunk quickly out into the darkness of the campong.

When they caught up with Rajah Muda Saffir near the beach,
they narrated a fearful tale of fifty terrible white men
with whom they had battled valiantly, killing many, before
they had been compelled to retreat in the face of terrific odds.
They swore that even then they had only returned because the girl
was not in the house--otherwise they should have brought her
to their beloved master as he had directed.

Now Muda Saffir believed nothing that they said, but he
was well pleased with the great treasure which had so
unexpectedly fallen into his hands, and he decided to
make quite sure of that by transporting it to his own land-later
he could return for the girl. So the ten war prahus
of the Malay pulled quietly out of the little cove
upon the east side of the island, and bending their way
toward the south circled its southern extremity
and bore away for Borneo.

In the bungalow within the north campong Sing and
Number Thirteen had lifted Professor Maxon to his bed,
and the Chinaman was engaged in bathing and bandaging
the wound that had left the older man unconscious.
The white giant stood beside him watching his every move.
He was trying to understand why sometimes men killed
one another and again defended and nursed. He was
curious as to the cause of his own sudden change in
sentiment toward Professor Maxon. At last he gave the
problem up as beyond his powers of solution, and at
Sing's command set about the task of helping to nurse
the man whom he considered the author of his unhappiness
and whom a few short minutes before he had come to kill.

As the two worked over the stricken man their ears
were suddenly assailed by a wild commotion from the
direction of the workshop. There were sounds of
battering upon wood, loud growls and roars, mingled
with weird shrieks and screams and the strange,
uncanny gibbering of brainless things.

Sing looked quickly up at his companion.

Whallee mallee?" he asked.

The giant did not answer. An expression of pain crossed
his featuresand he shuddered--but not from fear.


As von Horn and Virginia Maxon walked slowly beneath the
dense shadows of the jungle he again renewed his suit.
It would please him more to have the girl accompany
him voluntarily than to be compelled to take her by force
but take her he would one way or anotherand thatthis very night
for all the plans were made and already under way.

I cannot do it, Doctor von Horn,she had said.
No matter how much danger I may be in here I cannot desert
my father on this lonely isle with only savage lascars
and the terrible monsters of his own creation
surrounding him. Why, it would be little short
of murder for us to do such a thing. I cannot see how you,
his most trusted lieutenant, can even give an instant's
consideration to the idea.

And now that you insist that his mind is sorely affected
it is only an added reason why I must remain with him
to protect him so far as I am ablefrom himself and his enemies."

Von Horn did not relish the insinuation in the accent
which the girl put upon the last word.

It is because I love you so, Virginia,he hastened
to urge in extenuation of his suggested disloyalty.
I cannot see you sacrificed to his horrible mania.
You do not realize the imminence of your peril.
Tomorrow Number Thirteen was to have come to live beneath
the same roof with you. You recall Number One whom the
stranger killed as the thing was bearing you away
through the jungle? Can you imagine sleeping in the
same house with such a soulless thing? Eating your
three meals a day at the same table with it? And
knowing all the time that in a few short weeks at the
most you were destined to be given to the thing as its
mate? Virginia, you must be mad to consider for a
moment remaining within reach of such a terrible peril.

Come to Singapore with me--it will take but a few
days--and then we can return with some good medical man
and a couple of Europeansand take your father away
from the terrible creatures he has created. You will
be mine then and safe from the awful fate that now lies
back there in the camp awaiting you. We can take your
father upon a long trip where rest and quiet can have
an opportunity to restore his enfeebled mentality.
ComeVirginia! Come with me now. We can go directly
to the Ithaca and safety. Say that you will come."

The girl shook her head.

I do not love you, I am afraid, Doctor von Horn, or I
should certainly be moved by your appeal. If you wish
to bring help for my father I shall never cease to

thank you if you will go to Singapore and fetch it, but
it is not necessary that I go. My place is here, near him.

In the darkness the girl did not see the change that
came over the man's facebut his next words revealed
his altered attitude with sufficient exactitude to
thoroughly arouse her fears.

Virginia,he saidI love you, and I intend to have you.
Nothing on earth can prevent me. When you know me better
you will return my love, but now I must risk offending you
that I may save you for myself from the monstrous connection
which your father contemplates for you. If you will not come
away from the island with me voluntarily I consider it my duty
to take you away by force.

You would never do that, Doctor von Horn!she exclaimed.

Von Horn had gone too far. He cursed himself inwardly
for a fool. Why the devil didn't that villain
Bududreencome! He should have been along
to act his part half an hour before.

No, Virginia,said the mansoftlyafter a moment's
silenceI could not do that; though my judgment tells
me that I should do it. You shall remain here if you
insist and I will be with you to serve and protect both
you and your father.

The words were fairbut the girl could not forget the
ugly tone that had tinged his preceding statement.
She felt that she would be glad when she found herself
safely within the bungalow once more.

Come,she saidit is late. Let us return to camp.

Von Horn was about to reply when the war cries of Muda
Saffir's Dyaks as they rushed out upon Bududreen and
his companions came to them distinctly through the
tropic night.

What was that?cried the girl in an alarmed tone.

God knows,replied von Horn. "Can it be that
our men have mutinied?"

He thought the six with Bududreen were carrying out
their part in a most realistic mannerand a grim smile
tinged his hard face.

Virginia Maxon turned resolutely toward the camp.

I must go back there to my father,she saidand so
must you. Our place is there--God give that we be not
too late,and before von Horn could stop her she
turned and ran through the darkness of the jungle in
the direction of the camp.

Von Horn dashed after herbut so black was the night
beneath the overhanging treesfestooned with their
dark myriad creepersthat the girl was out of sight
in an instantand upon the soft carpet of the rotting
vegetation her light footfalls gave no sound.

The doctor made straight for the campbut Virginia
unused to jungle trailing even by dayveered sharply
to the left. The sounds which had guided her at first
soon died outthe brush became thickerand presently
she realized that she had no conception of the direction
of the camp. Coming to a spot where the trees were less dense
and a little moonlight filtered to the ground
she paused to rest and attempt to regain her bearings.

As she stood listening for some sound which might
indicate the whereabouts of the campshe detected
the noise of a body approaching through the underbrush.
Whether man or beast she could but conjecture and so
she stood with every nerve taut waiting the thing that
floundered heavily toward her. She hoped it might be
von Hornbut the hideous war cries which had apprised
her of enemies at the encampment made her fear that fate
might be directing the footsteps of one of these upon her.

Nearer and nearer came the soundand the girl stood
poised ready to fly when the dark face of Bududreen
suddenly emerged into the moonlight beside her.
With an hysterical cry of relief the girl greeted him.

Oh, Bududreen,she exclaimedwhat has happened at camp?
Where is my father? Is he safe? Tell me.

The Malay could scarce believe the good fortune which
had befallen him so quickly following the sore
affliction of losing the treasure. His evil mind
worked quicklyso that he grasped the full
possibilities that were his before the girl
had finished her questioning.

The camp was attacked by Dyaks, Miss Maxon,he replied.
Many of our men were killed, but your father escaped
and has gone to the ship. I have been searching for you
and Doctor von Horn. Where is he?

He was with me but a moment ago. When we heard the
cries at camp I hastened on to discover what calamity
had befallen us--we became separated.

He will be safe,said Bududreenfor two of my men
are waiting to guide you and the doctor to the ship in
case you returned to camp before I found you. Come,
we will hasten on to the harbor. Your father will be
worried if we are long delayed, and he is anxious to
make sail and escape before the Dyaks discover the
location of the Ithaca.

The man's story seemed plausible enough to Virginia
although she could not repress a little pang of regret
that her father had been willing to go on to the harbor
before he knew her fate. Howevershe explained that
by her belief that his mind was unbalanced through
constant application to his weird obsession.

Without demurthenshe turned and accompanied the
rascally Malay toward the harbor. At the bank of the
little stream which led down to the Ithaca's berth the
man lifted her to his shoulder and thus bore her the
balance of the way to the beach. Here two of his men
were awaiting him in one of the ship's boatsand

without words they embarked and pulled for the vessel.

Once on board Virginia started immediately for her
father's cabin. As she crossed the deck she noticed
that the ship was ready to sailand even as she
descended the companionway she heard the rattle of the
anchor chain about the capstan. She wondered if von
Horn could be on board too. It seemed remarkable that
all should have reached the Ithaca so quicklyand
equally strange that none of her own people were on
deck to welcome heror to command the vessel.

To her chagrin she found her father's cabin empty
and a moment's hurried investigation disclosed the fact
that von Horn's was unoccupied as well. Now her doubts
turned quickly to fearsand with a little gasp of
dismay at the grim possibilities which surged through
her imagination she ran quickly to the companionway
but above her she saw that the hatch was downand when
she reached the top that it was fastened. Futilely she
beat upon the heavy planks with her delicate hands
calling aloud to Bududreen to release herbut there
was no replyand with the realization of the hopelessness
of her position she dropped back to the deck
and returned to her stateroom. Here she locked
and barricaded the door as best she could
and throwing herself upon the berth awaited in dry-eyed
terror the next blow that fate held in store for her.

Shortly after von Horn became separated from Virginia
he collided with the fleeing lascar who had escaped the
parangs of Muda Saffir's head hunters at the same time
as had Bududreen. So terror stricken was the fellow
that he had thrown away his weapons in the panic of flight
which was all that saved von Horn from death at the hands
of the fear crazed man. To himin the extremity of his fright
every man was an enemyand the doctor had a tough scuffle
with him before he could impress upon the fellow that he was a friend.

From him von Horn obtained an incoherent account of the attack
together with the statement that he was the only person
in camp that escapedall the others having been
cut down by the savage horde that overwhelmed them.
It was with difficulty that von Horn persuaded the man
to return with him to the campongbut finally
he consented to do so when the doctor with drawn revolver
presented death as the only alternative.

Together they cautiously crept back toward the palisade
not knowing at what moment they might come upon the savage
enemy that had wrought such havoc among their forces
for von Horn believed the lascar's story that all had perished.
His only motive for returning lay in his desire to prevent
Virginia Maxon falling into the hands of the Dyaksor
failing thatrescuing her from their clutches.

Whatever faults and vices were Carl von Horn's
cowardice was not one of themand it was without an
instant's hesitation that he had elected to return to
succor the girl he believed to have returned to camp
although he entertained no scruples regarding the
further pursuit of his dishonorable intentions toward
hershould he succeed in saving her from her other enemies.

As the two approached the campong quiet seemed to have
again fallen about the scene of the recent alarm.
Muda Saffir had passed on toward the cove with the
heavy chestand the scrimmage in the bungalow was over.
But von Horn did not abate his watchfulness as he stole
silently within the precincts of the north campongand
hugging the denser shadows of the palisadecrept toward the house.

The dim light in the living room drew him to one of the
windows which overlooked the verandah. A glance within
showed him Sing and Number Thirteen bending over the
body of Professor Maxon. He noted the handsome face
and perfect figure of the young giant. He saw the
bodies of the dead lascars and Dyaks. Then he saw Sing
and the young man lift Professor Maxon tenderly in
their arms and bear him to his own room.

A sudden wave of jealous rage swept through the man's
vicious brain. He saw that the soulless thing within
was endowed with a kindlier and more noble nature than
he himself possessed. He had planted the seed of
hatred and revenge within his untutored heart without
availfor he read in the dead bodies of Bududreen's
men and the two Dyaks the story of Number Thirteen's
defense of the man von Horn had hoped he would kill.

Von Horn was quite sure now that Virginia Maxon was not
within the campong. Either she had become confused and
lost in the jungle after she left himor had fallen
into the hands of the wild horde that had attacked the
camp. Convinced of thisthere was no obstacle to
thwart the sudden plan which entered his malign brain.
With a single act he could rid himself of the man whom
he had come to look upon as a rivalwhose physical
beauty aroused his envy and jealousy; he could remove
in the person of Professor Maxonthe parental obstacle
which might either prevent his obtaining the girl
or make serious trouble for him in case he took her
by forceand at the same time he could transfer to
the girl's possession the fortune which was now
her father's--and he could accomplish it all without
tainting his own hands with the blood of his victims.

As the full possibilities of his devilish scheme
unfolded before his mind's eye a grim smile curled his
straightthin lips at the thought of the fate which it
entailed for the creator of the hideous monsters of the
court of mystery.

As he turned away from the bungalow his eye fell upon
the trembling lascar who had accompanied him to the
edge of the verandah. He must be rid of the fellow in
some way--no eye must see him perpetrate the deed he
had in mind. A solution quickly occurred to him.

Hasten to the harbor,he said to the man in a
low voiceand tell those on board the ship that
I shall join them presently. Have all in readiness to sail.
I wish to fetch some of my belongings--all within the
bungalow are dead.

No command could have better suited the sailor.
Without a word he turned and fled toward the jungle.
Von Horn walked quickly to the workshop. The door

hung open. Through the dark interior he strode straight to
the opposite door which let upon the court of mystery.
On a nail driven into the door frame hung a heavy bull whip.
The doctor took it down as he raised the strong bar
which held the door. Then he stepped through into
the moonlit inner campong--the bull whip in his right hand
a revolver in his left.

A half dozen misshapen monsters roved restlessly about
the hard packed earth of the pen. The noise of the
battle in the adjoining enclosure had aroused them from
slumber and awakened in their half formed brains vague
questionings and fears. At sight of von Horn several
of them rushed for him with menacing growlsbut a
swift crack of the bull whip brought them to a sudden
realization of the identity of the intruderso that
they slunk awaymuttering and whining in rage.

Von Horn passed quickly to the low shed in which the
remainder of the eleven were sleeping. With vicious
cuts from the stinging lash he lay about him upon the
sleeping things. Roaring and shrieking in pain and
anger the creatures stumbled to their feet and lumbered
awkwardly into the open. Two of them turned upon their
tormentorbut the burning weapon on their ill protected
flesh sent them staggering back out of reachand in
another moment all were huddled in the center of the campong.

As cattle are drivenvon Horn drove the miserable
creatures toward the door of the workshop. At the
threshold of the dark interior the frightened things
halted fearfullyand then as von Horn urged them on
from behind with his cruel whip they milled as cattle
at the entrance to a strange corral.

Again and again he urged them for the doorbut each
time they turned awayand to escape the whip beat and
tore at the wall of the palisade in a vain effort to
batter it from their pathway. Their roars and shrieks
were almost deafening as von Hornlosing what little
remained of his scant self-controldashed among them
laying to right and left with the stern whip and the
butt of his heavy revolver.

Most of the monsters scattered and turned back into the
center of the enclosurebut three of them were forced
through the doorway into the workshopfrom the
darkness of which they saw the patch of moonlight
through the open door upon the opposite side. Toward
this they scurried as von Horn turned back into the
court of mystery for the others.

Three more herculean efforts he made before he beat the
last of the creatures through the outer doorway of the
workshop into the north campong.

Among the age old arts of the celestials none is more
strangely inspiring than that of medicine. Odd herbs
and unspeakable things when properly compounded under
a favorable aspect of the heavenly bodies are potent
to achieve miraculous curesand few are the Chinamen
who do not brew some special concoction of their own
devising for the lesser ills which beset mankind.

Sing was no exception in this respect. In various
queerly shapedbamboo covered jars he maintained
a supply of tonicsbalms and lotions. His first thought
when he had made Professor Maxon comfortable upon the
couch was to fetch his pet nostrumfor there burned
strong within his yellow breast the same powerful
yearning to experiment that marks the greatest of the
profession to whose mysteries he aspired.

Though the hideous noises from the inner campong rose
threateninglythe imperturbable Sing left the bungalow
and passed across the north campong to the little lean-to
that he had built for himself against the palisade that
separated the north enclosure from the court of mystery.

Here he rummaged about in the dark until he had found
the two phials he sought. The noise of the monsters
upon the opposite side of the palisade had now assumed
the dimensions of pandemoniumand through it all the
Chinaman heard the constant crack that was the sharp
voice of the bull whip.

He had completed his search and was about to return
to the bungalow when the first of the monsters emerged
into the north campong from the workshop. At the door
of his shack Sing Lee drew back to watchfor he knew
that behind them some one was driving these horribly
grotesque creatures from their prison.

One by one they came lumbering into the moonlight until
Sing had counted elevenand thenafter themcame a
white manbull whip and revolver in hand. It was von
Horn. The equatorial moon shone full upon him--there
could be no mistake. The Chinaman saw him turn and
lock the workshop door; saw him cross the campong to
the outer gate; saw him pass through toward the jungle
closing the gate.

Of a sudden there was a sadlow moaning through the
surrounding trees; denseblack clouds obscured the
radiant moon; and then with hideous thunder and vivid
flashes of lightning the tempest broke in all its fury
of lashing wind and hurtling deluge. It was the first
great storm of the breaking up of the monsoonand
under the cover of its darkness Sing Lee scurried
through the monster filled campong to the bungalow.
Within he found the young man bathing Professor Maxon's
head as he had directed him to do.

All gettee out,he saidjerking his thumb in the
direction of the court of mystery. "Eleven devils.
Plenty soon come bung'low. What do?"

Number Thirteen had seen von Horn's extra bull whip
hanging upon a peg in the living room. For answer
he stepped into that room and took the weapon down.
Then he returned to the professor's side.

Outside the frightened monsters groped through the
blinding rain and darkness in search of shelter.
Each vivid lightning flashand bellowing of booming thunder
brought responsive cries of rage and terror from their
hideous lips. It was Number Twelve who first spied the

dim light showing through the bungalow's living room
window. With a low guttural to his companions he
started toward the building. Up the low steps to the
verandah they crept. Number Twelve peered through the window.
He saw no one withinbut there was warmth and dryness.

His little knowledge and lesser reasoning faculties
suggested no thought of a doorway. With a blow he
shattered the glass of the window. Then he forced his
body through the narrow aperture. At the same moment a
gust of wind sucking through the broken panes drew open
the doorand as Number Thirteenwarned by the sound
of breaking glasssprang into the living room he was
confronted by the entire horde of misshapen beings.

His heart went out in pity toward the miserable crew
but he knew that his life as well as those of the two
men in the adjoining room depended upon the force and
skill with which he might handle the grave crisis which
confronted them. He had seen and talked with most
of the creatures when from time to time they had been
brought singly into the workshop that their creator might
mitigate the wrong he had done by training the poor minds
with which he had endowed them to reason intelligently.

A few were hopeless imbecilesunable to comprehend
more than the rudimentary requirements of filling their
bellies when food was placed before them; yet even
these were endowed with superhuman strength; and when
aroused battled the more fiercely for the very reason
of their brainlessness. Otherslike Number Twelve
were of a higher order of intelligence. They spoke
Englishandafter a fashionreasoned in a crude sort
of way. These were by far the most dangerousfor as
the power of comparison is the fundamental principle of
reasoningso they were able to compare their lot with
that of the few other men they had seenand with the
help of von Horn to partially appreciate the horrible
wrong that had been done them.

Von Horntoohad let them know the identity of their
creatorand thus implanted in their malformed brains
the insidious poison of revenge. Envy and jealousy
were there as welland hatred of all beings other
than themselves. They envied the ease and comparative
beauty of the old professor and his assistantand
hated the latter for the cruelty of the bull whip and
the constant menace of the ever ready revolver; and so
as they were to them the representatives of the great
human world of which they could never be a parttheir
envy and jealousy and hatred of these men embraced the
entire race which they represented.

It was such that Number Thirteen faced as he emerged
from the professor's apartment.

What do you want here?he saidaddressing Number
Twelvewho stood a little in advance of the others.

We have come for Maxon,growled the creature.
We have been penned up long enough. We want to be out
here. We have come to kill Maxon and you and all who
have made us what we are.

Why do you wish to kill me?asked the young man.
I am one of you. I was made in the same way that you
were made.

Number Twelve opened his mismated eyes in astonishment.

Then you have already killed Maxon?he asked.

No. He was wounded by a savage enemy. I have been
helping to make him well again. He has wronged me as
much as he has you. If I do not wish to kill him, why
should you? He did not mean to wrong us. He thought
that he was doing right. He is in trouble now and we
should stay and protect him.

He lies,suddenly shouted another of the horde.
He is not one of us. Kill him! Kill him! Kill Maxon,
too, and then we shall be as other men, for it is these
men who keep us as we are.

The fellow started forward toward Number Thirteen as he
spokeand moved by the impulse of imitation the others
came on with him.

I have spoken fairly to you,said Number Thirteen in
a low voice. "If you cannot understand fairness here
is something you can understand."

Raising the bull whip above his head the young giant
leaped among the advancing brutes and lay about him
with mighty strokes that put to shame the comparatively
feeble blows with which von Horn had been wont to deal
out punishment to the poordamned creatures of the
court of mystery.

For a moment they stood valiantly before his attack
but after two had grappled with him and been hurled
headlong to the floor they gave up and rushed incontinently
out into the maelstrom of the screaming tempest.

In the doorway behind him Sing Lee had been standing
waiting the outcome of the encounter and ready to lend
a hand were it required. As the two men turned back
into the professor's room they saw that the wounded
man's eyes were open and upon them. At sight of Number
Thirteen a questioning look came into his eyes.

What has happened?he asked feebly of Sing. "Where
is my daughter? Where is Dr. von Horn? What is this
creature doing out of his pen?"

The blow of the parang upon the professor's skull had
shocked his overwrought mind back into the path of
sanity. It had left him with a clear remembrance
of the pastother than the recent fight in the
living room--that was a blank--and it had given him
a clearer perspective of the plans he had been entertaining
for so long relative to this soulless creature.

The first thought that sprang to his mind as he saw
Number Thirteen before him was of his mad intention to
give his daughter to such a monstrous thing. With the
recollection came a sudden loathing and hatred of this
and the other creatures of his unholy experimentations.

Presently he realized that his questions had not been answered.

Sing!he shouted. "Answer me. Where are Virginia
and Dr. von Horn?"

All gonee. Me no know. All gonee. Maybeso allee dead.

My God!groaned the stricken man; and then his eyes
again falling upon the silent giant in the doorway
Out of my sight,he shrieked. "Out of my sight!
Never let me see you again--and to think that I would
have given my only daughter to a soulless thing like
you. Away! Before I go mad and slay you."

Slowly the color mounted to the neck and face of the giant-then
suddenly it recededleaving him as ashen as death.
His great hand gripped the stock of the bull whip.
A single blow was all that would have been needed
to silence Professor Maxon forever. There was murder
in the wounded heart. The man took a step forward
into the roomand then something drew his eyes to a
spot upon the wall just above Professor Maxon's shoulder-it
was a photograph of Virginia Maxon.

Without a word Number Thirteen turned upon his heel
and passed out into the storm.


Scarcely had the Ithaca cleared the reef which lies
almost across the mouth of the little harbor where she
had been moored for so many months than the tempest
broke upon her in all its terrific fury. Bududreen was
no mean sailorbut he was short handednor is it
reasonable to suppose that even with a full crew he
could have weathered the terrific gale which beat down
upon the hapless vessel. Buffeted by great wavesand
stripped of every shred of canvas by the force of the
mighty wind that howled about herthe Ithaca drifted
a hopeless wreck soon after the storm struck her.

Below deck the terrified girl clung desperately to
a stanchion as the stricken ship lunged sickeningly
before the hurricane. For half an hour the awful
suspense enduredand then with a terrific crash the
vessel struckshivering and trembling from stem to stern.

Virginia Maxon sank to her knees in prayerfor this
she thought must surely be the end. On deck Bududreen
and his crew had lashed themselves to the mastsand as
the Ithaca struck the reef before the harborback upon
which she had been driventhe tall poles with their
living freight snapped at the deck and went overboard
carrying every thing with them amid shrieks and cries
of terror that were drowned and choked by the wild
tumult of the night.

Twice the girl felt the ship strike upon the reefthen

a great wave caught and carried her high into the air
dropping her with a nauseating lunge which seemed to
the imprisoned girl to be carrying the ship to the very
bottom of the ocean. With closed eyes she clung in
silent prayer beside her berth waiting for the moment
that would bring the engulfing waters and oblivion-praying
that the end might come speedily and release
her from the torture of nervous apprehension that had
terrorized her for what seemed an eternity.

After the lastlong dive the Ithaca righted herself
laboriouslywallowing drunkenlybut apparently upon
an even keel in less turbulent waters. One long minute
dragged after anotheryet no suffocating deluge poured
in upon the girland presently she realized that the
ship hadat least temporarilyweathered the awful
buffeting of the savage elements. Now she felt but a
gentle rollthough the wild turmoil of the storm still
came to her ears through the heavy planking of the
Ithaca's hull.

For a long hour she lay wondering what fate had
overtaken the vessel and whither she had been driven
and thenwith a gentle grinding soundthe ship
stoppedswung aroundand finally came to rest with a
slight list to starboard. The wind howled about her
the torrential rain beat loudly upon herbut except
for a slight rocking the ship lay quiet.

Hours passed with no other sounds than those of the
rapidly waning tempest. The girl heard no signs of
life upon the ship. Her curiosity became more and more
keenly aroused. She had that indefinableintuitive
feeling that she was utterly alone upon the vessel
and at lengthunable to endure the inaction and
uncertainty longermade her way to the companion
ladder where for half an hour she futilely attempted
to remove the hatch.

As she worked she failed to hear the scraping of naked
bodies clambering over the ship's sideor the padding
of unshod feet upon the deck above her. She was about
to give up her work at the hatch when the heavy wooden
cover suddenly commenced to move above her as though
actuated by some supernatural power. Fascinatedthe
girl stood gazing in wide-eyed astonishment as one end
of the hatch rose higher and higher until a little
patch of blue sky revealed the fact that morning had
come. Then the cover slid suddenly back and Virginia
Maxon found herself looking into a savage and terrible face.

The dark skin was creased in fierce wrinkles about the
eyes and mouth. Gleaming tiger cat's teeth curved
upward from holes pierced to receive them in the upper
half of each ear. The slit ear lobes supported heavy
rings whose weight had stretched the skin until the
long loop rested upon the brown shoulders. The filed
and blackened teeth behind the loose lips added the
last touch of hideousness to this terrible countenance.

Nor was this all. A score of equally ferocious faces
peered down from behind the foremost. With a little
scream Virginia Maxon sprang back to the lower deck and
ran toward her stateroom. Behind her she heard the

commotion of many men descending the companionway.

As Number Thirteen came into the campong after quitting
the bungalow his heart was a chaos of conflicting
emotions. His little world had been wiped out.
His creator--the man whom he thought his only friend
and benefactor--had suddenly turned against him.
The beautiful creature he worshipped was either lost
or dead; Sing had said so. He was nothing but
a miserable THING. There was no place in the world for him
and even should he again find Virginia Maxonhe had
von Horn's word for it that she would shrink from him
and loathe him even more than another.

With no plans and no hopes he walked aimlessly through
the blinding rainoblivious of it and of the vivid
lightning and deafening thunder. The palisade at
length brought him to a sudden stop. Mechanically he
squatted on his haunches with his back against it
and therein the midst of the fury of the storm he
conquered the tempest that raged in his own breast.
The murder that rose again and again in his untaught
heart he forced back by thoughts of the sweetpure
face of the girl whose image he had set up in the inner
temple of his beingas a gentleguiding divinity.

He made me without a soul,he repeated over and over
again to himselfbut I have found a soul--she shall
be my soul. Von Horn could not explain to me what a
soul is. He does not know. None of them knows. I am
wiser than all the rest, for I have learned what a soul is.
Eyes cannot see it--fingers cannot feel it, but he who possess
it knows that it is there for it fills his whole breast
with a great, wonderful love and worship for something
infinitely finer than man's dull senses can gauge-something
that guides him into paths far above the plain
of soulless beasts and bestial men.

Let those who will say that I have no soulfor I am
satisfied with the soul I have found. It would never
permit me to inflict on others the terrible wrong that
Professor Maxon has inflicted on me--yet he never
doubts his own possession of a soul. It would not
allow me to revel in the coarse brutalities of von
Horn--and I am sure that von Horn thinks he has a soul.
And if the savage men who came tonight to kill have
soulsthen I am glad that my soul is after my own
choosing--I would not care for one like theirs."

The sudden equatorial dawn found the man still musing.
The storm had ceased and as the daylight brought the
surroundings to view Number Thirteen became aware that
he was not alone in the campong. All about him lay the
eleven terrible men whom he had driven from the bungalow
the previous night. The sight of them brought a
realization of new responsibilities. To leave them
here in the campong would mean the immediate death of
Professor Maxon and the Chinaman. To turn them into
the jungle might mean a similar fate for Virginia Maxon
were she wandering about in search of the encampment--
Number Thirteen could not believe that she was dead.
It seemed too monstrous to believe that he should never
see her againand he knew so little of death that it

was impossible for him to realize that that beautiful
creature ever could cease to be filled with the
vivacity of life.

The young man had determined to leave the camp himself--
partly on account of the cruel words Professor Maxon
had hurled at him the night beforebut principally in
order that he might search for the lost girl.
Of course he had not the remotest idea where to look
for herbut as von Horn had explained that they were
upon a small island he felt reasonably sure that he should
find her in time.

As he looked at the sleeping monsters near him he
determined that the only solution of his problem was to
take them all with him. Number Twelve lay closest
to himand stepping to his side he nudged him with
the butt of the bull whip he still carried.
The creature opened his dull eyes.

Get up,said Number Thirteen.

Number Twelve roselooking askance at the bull whip.

We are not wanted here,said Number Thirteen.
I am going away and you are all going with me. We shall
find a place where we may live in peace and freedom.
Are you not tired of always being penned up?

Yes,replied Number Twelvestill looking at the whip.

You need not fear the whip,said the young man.
I shall not use it on those who make no trouble.
Wake the others and tell them what I have said.
All must come with me--those who refuse shall feel the whip.

Number Twelve did as he was bid. The creatures mumbled
among themselves for a few minutes. Finally Number
Thirteen cracked his long whip to attract their attention.

Come!he said.

Nine of them shuffled after him as he turned toward the
outer gate--only Number Ten and Number Three held back.
The young man walked quickly to where they stood eyeing
him sullenly. The others halted to watch--ready to
spring upon their new master should the tide of the
impending battle turn against him. The two mutineers backed
away snarlingtheir hideous features distorted in rage.

Come!repeated Number Thirteen.

We will stay here,growled Number Ten. "We have not
yet finished with Maxon."

A loop in the butt of the bull whip was about the young
man's wrist. Dropping the weapon from his hand it
still dangled by the loop. At the same instant he
launched himself at the throat of Number Tenfor he
realized that a decisive victory now without the aid
of the weapon they all feared would make the balance of
his work easier.

The brute met the charge with lowered head and

outstretched handsand in another second they were
locked in a clinchtearing at one another like two
great gorillas. For a moment Number Three stood
watching the battleand then he too sprang in to aid
his fellow mutineer. Number Thirteen was striking
heavy blows with his giant hands upon the face and head
of his antagonistwhile the longuneven fangs of the
latter had found his breast and neck a half dozen times.
Blood covered them both. Number Three threw his enormous
weight into the conflict with the frenzy of a mad bull.

Again and again he got a hold upon the young giant's
throat only to be shaken loose by the mighty muscles.
The excitement of the conflict was telling upon the
malformed minds of the spectators. Presently one who
was almost brainlessacting upon the impulse of suggestion
leaped in among the fightersstriking and biting at Number Thirteen.
It was all that was needed--another second found the whole monstrous
crew upon the single man.

His mighty strength availed him but little in the
unequal conflict--eleven to one were too great odds
even for those powerful thews. His great advantage lay
in his superior intelligencebut even this seemed
futile in the face of the enormous weight of numbers
that opposed him. Time and again he had almost shaken
himself free only to fall once more--dragged down by
hairy arms about his legs.

Hither and thither about the campong the battle raged
until the fighting mass rolled against the palisade
and hereat lastwith his back to the structure
Number Thirteen regained his feetand with the heavy
stock of the bull whip beat offfor a momentthose
nearest him. All were windedbut when those who were
left of the eleven original antagonists drew back to
regain their breaththe young giant gave them no respite
but leaped among them with the long lash they had such
good reason to hate and fear.

The result was as his higher intelligence had foreseen--
the creatures scattered to escape the fury of the lash
and a moment later he had them at his mercy. About the
campong lay four who had felt the full force of his
heavy fistwhile not one but bore some mark of the battle.

Not a moment did he give them to recuperate after he had
scattered them before he rounded them up once more near
the outer gate--but now they were docile and submissive.
In pairs he ordered them to lift their unconscious comrades
to their shoulders and bear them into the jungle
for Number Thirteen was setting out into the world
with his grim tribe in search of his lady love.

Once well within the jungle they halted to eat of the
more familiar fruit which had always formed the greater
bulk of their sustenance. Thus refreshedthey set out
once more after the leader who wandered aimlessly
beneath the shade of the tall jungle trees amidst
the gorgeous tropic blooms and gaysongless birds--
and of the twelve only the leader saw the beauties
that surrounded them or felt the strangemysterious
influence of the untracked world they trod. Chance
took them toward the west until presently they emerged

upon the harbor's edgewhere from the matted jungle
they overlooked for the first time the waters of the
little bay and the broader expanse of strait beyond
until their eyes rested at last upon the blurred lines
of distant Borneo.

From other vantage points at the jungle's border two
other watchers looked out upon the scene. One was the
lascar whom von Horn had sent down to the Ithaca the
night before but who had reached the harbor after she
sailed. The other was von Horn himself. And both were
looking out upon the dismantled wreck of the Ithaca
where it lay in the sand near the harbor's southern edge.

Neither ventured forth from his place of concealment
for beyond the Ithaca ten prahus were pulling
gracefully into the quiet waters of the basin.

Rajah Muda Saffircaught by the hurricane the preceding
night as he had been about to beat across to Borneo
had scurried for shelter within one of the many
tiny coves which indent the island's entire coast.
It happened that his haven of refuge was but a short
distance south of the harbor in which he knew the Ithaca
to be mooredand in the morning he decided to pay that vessel
a visit in the hope that he might learn something of advantage
about the girl from one of her lascar crew.

The wily Malay had long refrained from pillaging the
Ithaca for fear such an act might militate against
the larger villainy he purposed perpetrating against
her white ownerbut when he rounded the point and came
in sight of the stranded wreck he put all such thoughts
from him and made straight for the helpless hulk
to glean whatever of salvage might yet remain within
her battered hull.

The old rascal had little thought of the priceless
treasure hidden beneath the Ithaca's clean swept deck
as he ordered his savage henchmen up her sides while he
lay back upon his sleeping mat beneath the canopy which
protected his vice-regal head from the blistering
tropic sun.

Number Thirteen watched the wild head hunters with
keenest interest as they clambered aboard the vessel.
With von Horn he saw the evident amazement which
followed the opening of the hatchthough neither
guessed its cause. He saw the haste with which a half
dozen of the warriors leaped down the companionway and
heard their savage shouts as they pursued their quarry
within the bowels of the ship.

A few minutes later they emerged dragging a woman with
them. Von Horn and Number Thirteen recognized the girl
simultaneouslybut the doctorthough he ground his
teeth in futile rageknew that he was helpless to
avert the tragedy. Number Thirteen neither knew nor

Come!he called to his grotesque horde. "Kill the
men and save the girl--the one with the golden hair
he added as the sudden realization came to him that
none of these creatures ever had seen a woman before.

Then he dashed from the shelter of the jungle, across
the beach and into the water, his fearful pack at his heels.

The Ithaca lay now in about five feet of water, and the
war prahus of Muda Saffir rode upon her seaward side,
so that those who manned them did not see the twelve
who splashed through the water from land. Never before
had any of the rescuers seen a larger body of water
than the little stream which wound through their
campong, but accidents and experiments in that had
taught them the danger of submerging their heads.
They could not swim, but all were large and strong,
so that they were able to push their way rapidly through
the water to the very side of the ship.

Here they found difficulty in reaching the deck,
but in a moment Number Thirteen had solved the problem
by requiring one of the taller of his crew to stand close
in by the ship while the others clambered upon his
shoulders and from there to the Ithaca's deck.

Number Thirteen was the first to pull himself over the
vessel's side, and as he did so he saw some half dozen
Dyaks preparing to quit her upon the opposite side.
They were the last of the boarding party--the girl was
nowhere in sight. Without waiting for his men the
young giant sprang across the deck. His one thought
was to find Virginia Maxon.

At the sound of his approach the Dyak turned, and at
the sight of a pajama clad white man armed only with
a long whip they emitted savage cries of anticipation,
counting the handsome trophy upon the white one's
shoulders as already theirs. Number Thirteen would
have paid no attention whatever to them had they not
molested him, for he wished only to reach the girl's
side as quickly as possible; but in another moment he
found himself confronted by a half dozen dancing wild
men, brandishing wicked looking parangs, and crying

Up went the great bull whip, and without abating his
speed a particle the man leaped into the midst of the
wicked blades that menaced him. Right and left with
the quickness of thought the heavy lash fell upon heads,
shoulders and sword arms. There was no chance to wield
a blade in the face of that terrific onslaught,
for the whip fell, not with the ordinary force
of a man-held lash, but with all the stupendous power
of those giant shoulders and arms behind it.

A single blow felled the foremost head hunter, breaking
his shoulder and biting into the flesh and bone as a
heavy sword bites. Again and again the merciless
leather fell, while in the boats below Muda Saffir and
his men shouted loud cries of encouragement to their
companions on the ship, and a wide-eyed girl in the
stern of Muda Saffir's own prahu looked on in terror,
hope and admiration at the man of her own race whom she
felt was battling against all these odds for her alone.

Virginia Maxon recognized her champion instantly
as he who had fought for her and saved her once before,
from the hideous creature of her father's experiments.

With hands tight pressed against her bosom the girl
leaned forward, tense with excitement, watching every
move of the lithe, giant figure, as, silhouetted against
the brazen tropic sky, it towered above the dancing,
shrieking head hunters who writhed beneath the awful lash.

Muda Saffir saw that the battle was going against his men,
and it filled him with anger. Turning to one of his headmen
he ordered two more boatloads of warriors to the Ithaca's deck.
As they were rushing to obey their leader's command there was
a respite in the fighting on the ship, for the three
who had not fallen beneath the bull whip had leaped overboard
to escape the fate which had overtaken their comrades.

As the reinforcements started to scale the vessel's
side Number Thirteen's searching eyes found the girl in
Muda Saffir's prahu, where it lay a little off from the
Ithaca, and as the first of the enemy clambered over
the rail she saw a smile of encouragement light the
clear cut features of the man above her. Virginia Maxon
sent back an answering smile--a smile that filled
the young giant's heart with pride and happiness--
such a smile as brave men have been content to fight and die for
since woman first learned the art of smiling.

Number Thirteen could have beaten back many of
the reinforcing party before they reached the deck,
but he did not care to do so. In the spontaneous ethics
of the man there seemed no place for an unfair advantage
over an enemy, and added to this was his newly acquired
love of battle, so he was content to wait until his foes
stood on an even footing with him before he engaged them.
But they never came within reach of his ready lash.
Instead, as they came above the ship's side they paused,
wide-eyed and terror stricken, and with cries of fear
and consternation dropped precipitately back into the sea,
shouting warnings to those who were about to scale the hull.

Muda Saffir arose in his prahu cursing and reviling the
frightened Dyaks. He did not know the cause of their alarm,
but presently he saw it behind the giant upon the Ithaca's deck--
eleven horrible monstrosities lumbering forward, snarling and growling,
to their leader's side.

At the sight his own dark countenance went ashen,
and with trembling lips he ordered his oarsmen to pull
for the open sea. The girl, too, saw the frightful
creatures that surrounded the man upon the deck.
She thought that they were about to attack him,
and gave a little cry of warning, but in another
instant she realized that they were his companions,
for with him they rushed to the side of the ship
to stand for a moment looking down upon the struggling
Dyaks in the water below.

Two prahus lay directly beneath them, and into these
the head hunters were scrambling. The balance of the
flotilla was now making rapid headway under oars and sail
toward the mouth of the harbor, and as Number Thirteen
saw that the girl was being borne away from him,
he shouted a command to his misshapen crew,
and without waiting to see if they would follow him
leaped into the nearer of the two boats beneath.

It was already half filled with Dyaks, some of whom
were hastily manning the oars. Others of the head
hunters were scrambling over the gunwale. In an
instant pandemonium reigned in the little vessel.
Savage warriors sprang toward the tall figure towering
above them. Parangs flashed. The bull whip hissed and
cracked, and then into the midst of it all came a
horrid avalanche of fearful and grotesque monsters-the
young giant's crew had followed at his command.

The battle in the prahu was short and fierce. For an
instant the Dyaks attempted to hold their own, but in
the face of the snarling, rending horde that engulfed them
terror got the better of them all, so that those who were not
overcome dived overboard and swam rapidly toward shore.

The other prahu had not waited to assist its companion,
but before it was entirely filled had gotten under way
and was now rapidly overhauling the balance of the fleet.

Von Horn had been an excited witness to all that had
occurred upon the tranquil bosom of the little harbor.
He had been filled with astonishment at sight of the
inhabitants of the court of mystery fighting under the
leadership of Number Thirteen, and now he watched
interestedly the outcome of the adventure.

The sight of the girl being borne away in the prahu of
the Malay rajah to a fate worse than death, had roused
in him both keen regret and savage rage, but it was the
life of ease that he was losing that concerned him most.
He had felt so sure of winning Professor Maxon's fortune
through either a forced or voluntary marriage with the girl
that his feelings now were as of one whose rightful heritage
has been foully wrested from him. The thought of
the girl's danger and suffering were of but secondary
consideration to him, for the man was incapable of either
deep love or true chivalry.

Quite the contrary were the emotions which urged on the
soulless creature who now found himself in undisputed
possession of a Dyak war prahu. His only thought was
of the girl being rapidly borne away across the
glimmering waters of the strait. He knew not to what
dangers she was exposed, or what fate threatened her.
All he knew was that she had been taken by force
against her will. He had seen the look of terror in
her eyes, and the dawning hope die out as the boat that
carried her had turned rapidly away from the Ithaca.
His one thought now was to rescue her from her abductors
and return her to her father. Of his own reward or profit
he entertained no single thought--it was enough if he could
fight for her. That would be reward sufficient.

Neither Number Thirteen nor any of his crew had ever
before seen a boat, and outside of the leader there was
scarcely enough brains in the entire party to render it
at all likely that they could ever navigate it,
but the young man saw that the other prahus were
being propelled by the long sticks which protruded from
their sides, and he also saw the sails bellying with wind,
though he had but a vague conception of their purpose.

For a moment he stood watching the actions of the men

in the nearest boat, and then he set himself to the
task of placing his own men at the oars and instructing
them in the manner of wielding the unfamiliar implements.
For an hour he worked with the brainless things
that constituted his party. They could not seem
to learn what was required of them. The paddles
were continually fouling one another, or being
merely dipped into the water and withdrawn without
the faintest semblance of a stroke made.

The tiresome maneuvering had carried them about in
circles back and forth across the harbor, but by it
Number Thirteen had himself learned something of the
proper method of propelling and steering his craft.
At last, more through accident than intent, they came
opposite the mouth of the basin, and then chance did
for them what days of arduous endeavor upon their part
might have failed to accomplish.

As they hung wavering in the opening, the broad strait
before them, and their quarry fast diminishing to small
specks upon the distant horizon, a vagrant land breeze
suddenly bellied the flapping sail. The prahu swung
quickly about with nose pointed toward the sea, the
sail filled, and the long, narrow craft shot out of the
harbor and sped on over the dancing waters in the wake
of her sisters.

On shore behind them the infuriated Dyaks who had
escaped to the beach danced and shrieked; von Horn,
from his hiding place, looked on in surprised wonder,
and Bududreen's lascar cursed the fate that had left a party
of forty head hunters upon the same small island with him.

Smaller and smaller grew the retreating prahu as,
straight as an arrow, she sped toward the dim outline
of verdure clad Borneo.


Von Horn cursed the chance that had snatched the girl
from him, but he tried to content himself with the
thought that the treasure probably still rested in the
cabin of the Ithaca, where Bududreen was to have
deposited it. He wished that the Dyaks would take
themselves off so that he could board the vessel and
carry the chest ashore to bury it against the time that
fate should provide a means for transporting it to Singapore.

In the water below him floated the Ithaca's masts,
their grisly burdens still lashed to their wave swept
sides. Bududreen lay there, his contorted features set
in a horrible grimace of death which grinned up at the
man he would have cheated, as though conscious of the
fact that the white man would have betrayed him had the
opportunity come, the while he enjoyed in anticipation
the other's disappointment in the loss of both the girl
and the treasure.

The tide was rising now, and presently the Ithaca began
to float. No sooner was it apparent that she was free
than the Dyaks sprang into the water and swam to her
side. Like monkeys they scrambled aboard, swarming
below deck in search, thought von Horn, of pillage.
He prayed that they would not discover the chest.

Presently a half dozen of them leaped overboard and
swam to the mass of tangled spars and rigging which
littered the beach. Selecting what they wished they
returned to the vessel, and a few minutes later von
Horn was chagrined to see them stepping a jury mast-he
thought the treasure lay in the Ithaca's cabin.

Before dark the vessel moved slowly out of the harbor,
setting a course across the strait in the direction
that the war prahus had taken. When it was apparent
that there was no danger that the head hunters would
return, the lascar came from his hiding place, and
dancing up and down upon the shore screamed warlike
challenges and taunts at the retreating enemy.

Von Horn also came forth, much to the sailor's
surprise, and in silence the two stood watching the
disappearing ship. At length they turned and made
their way up the stream toward camp--there was no
longer aught to fear there. Von Horn wondered if the
creatures he had loosed upon Professor Maxon had done
their work before they left, or if they had all turned
to mush as had Number Thirteen.

Once at the encampment his questions were answered,
for he saw a light in the bungalow, and as he mounted
the steps there were Sing and Professor Maxon just
coming from the living room.

Von Horn!" exclaimed the professor. "Youthenare not dead;
but where is Virginia? Tell me that she is safe."

She has been carried awaywas the startling answer.
Your creatures, under the thing you wished to marry
her to, have taken her to Borneo with a band of Malay
and Dyak pirates. I was alone and could do nothing to
prevent them.

God!moaned the old man. "Why did I not kill the thing
when it stood within my power to do so. Only last night
he was here beside meand now it is too late."

I warned you,said von Horncoldly.

I was mad,retorted the professor. "Could you not
see that I was mad? Ohwhy did you not stop me?
You were sane enough. You at least might have forced
me to abandon the insane obsession which has overpowered
my reason for all these terrible months. I am sane now
but it is too late--too late."

Both you and your daughter could only have interpreted
any such action on my part as instigated by selfinterest,
for you both knew that I wanted to make
her my wife,replied the other. "My hands were tied.
I am sorry now that I did not actbut you can readily
see the position in which I was placed."

Can nothing be done to get her back?cried the father.
There must be some way to save her. Do it von Horn,
and not only is my daughter yours but my wealth as well-every
thing that I possess shall be yours if you will
but save her from those frightful creatures.

The Ithaca is gone, too,replied the doctor. "There
is only a small boat that I hid in the jungle for some
such emergency. It will carry us to Borneobut what
can we four do against five hundred pirates and the
dozen monsters you have brought into the world?
NoProfessor MaxonI fear there is little hope
though I am willing to give my life in an attempt
to save Virginia. You will not forget your promise
should we succeed?"

No, doctor,replied the old man. "I swear that you
shall have Virginia as your wifeand all my property
shall be made over to you if she is rescued."

Sing Lee had been a silent listener to this strange
conversation. An odd look came into his slant eyes
as he heard von Horn exact a confirmation from
the professorbut what passed in his shrewd mind
only he could say.

It was too late to attempt to make a start that day for Borneo
as darkness had already fallen. Professor Maxon and von Horn
walked over to the workshop and the inner campong to ascertain
what damage had been done there.

On their return Sing was setting the table on the
verandah for the evening meal. The two men were talking
and without making his presence noticeable the Chinaman
hovered about ever within ear shot.

I cannot make it out, von Horn,Professor Maxon was
saying. "Not a board brokenand the doors both
apparently opened intentionally by someone familiar
with locks and bolts. Who could have done it?"

You forget Number Thirteen,suggested the doctor.

But the chest!expostulated the other. "What in the
world would he want of that enormous and heavy chest?"

He might have thought that it contained treasure,
hazarded von Hornin an innocent tone of voice.

Bosh, my dear man,replied Professor Maxon. "He knew
nothing of treasuresor moneyor the need or value of either.
I tell you the workshop was openedand the inner campong
as well by some one who knew the value of money and wanted
that chestbut why they should have released the creatures
from the inner enclosure is beyond me."

And I tell you Professor Maxon that it could have been
none other than Number Thirteen,insisted von Horn.
Did I not myself see him leading his eleven monsters
as easily as a captain commands his company? The fellow
is brighter than we have imagined. He has learned much
from us both, he has reasoned, and he has shrewdly
guessed many things that he could not have known

through experience.

But his object?asked the professor.

That is simple,returned von Horn. "You have held
out hopes to him that soon he should come to live under
your roof with Virginia. The creature has been madly
infatuated with her ever since the day he took her from
Number Oneand you have encouraged his infatuation
until yesterday. Then you regained your sanity
and put him in his rightful place. What is the result?
Denied the easy prey he expected he immediately decided
to take it by forceand with that end in viewand taking
advantage of the series of remarkable circumstances
which played into his handshe liberated his fellows
and with them hastened to the beach in search of
Virginia and in hopes of being able to fly with her
upon the Ithaca. There he met the Malay pirates
and together they formed an alliance under terms
of which Number Thirteen is to have the girland the pirates
the chest in return for transporting him and his crew to Borneo.
Why it is all perfectly simple and logicalProfessor Maxon;
do you not see it now?"

You may be right, doctor,answered the old man.
But it is idle to conjecture. Tomorrow we can be up
and doing, so let us get what sleep we can tonight.
We shall need all our energies if we are to save my poor,
dear girl, from the clutches of that horrid, soulless thing.

At the very moment that he spoke the object of his
contumely was entering the dark mouth of a broad river
that flowed from out of the heart of savage Borneo.
In the prahu with him his eleven hideous companions now
bent to their paddles with slightly increased efficiency.
Before them the leader saw a fire blazing upon a tiny island
in the center of the stream. Toward this they turned
their silent way. Grimly the war prahu with its frightful
freight nosed closer to the bank.

At last Number Thirteen made out the figures of men
about the fireand as they came still closer he was
sure that they were members of the very party he had
been pursuing across the broad waters for hours.
The prahus were drawn up upon the bank and the warriors
were preparing to eat.

Just as the young giants' prahu came within the circle
of firelight a swarthy Malay approached the fire
dragging a white girl roughly by the arm. No more was
needed to convince Number Thirteen of the identity of
the party. With a low command to his fellows he urged
them to redoubled speed. At the same instant a Dyak
warrior caught sight of the approaching boat as it sped
into the full glare of the light.

At sight of the occupants the head hunters scattered
for their own prahus. The frightful aspect of
the enemy turned their savage hearts to water
leaving no fight in their ordinarily warlike souls.

So quickly they moved that as the pursuing prahu
touched the bank all the nearer boats had been

launchedand the remaining pirates were scurrying
across the little island for those which lay upon the
opposite side. Among these was the Malay who guarded
the girlbut he had not been quick enough to prevent
Virginia Maxon recognizing the stalwart figure standing
in the bow of the oncoming craft.

As he dragged her away toward the prahu of Muda Saffir
she cried out to the strange white man who seemed her
self-appointed protector.

Help! Help!she called. "This way! Across the island!"
And then the brown hand of her jailer closed over her mouth.
Like a tigress she fought to free herselfor to detain
her captor until the rescue party should catch up with them
but the scoundrel was muscled like a bulland when the girl
held back he lifted her across his shoulder and broke into a run.

Rajah Muda Saffir had no stomach for a fight himself
but he was loathe to lose the prize he had but just won
and seeing that his men were panic-stricken he saw
no alternative but to rally them for a brief stand
that would give the little moment required to slip away
in his own prahu with the girl.

Calling aloud for those around him to come to his
support he halted fifty yards from his boat just as
Number Thirteen with his fiercebrainless horde swept
up from the opposite side of the island in the wake of
him who bore Virginia Maxon. The old rajah succeeded
in gathering some fifty warriors about him from the
crews of the two boats which lay near his. His own men
he hastened to their posts in his prahu that they might
be ready to pull swiftly away the moment that he and
the captive were aboard.

The Dyak warriors presented an awe inspiring
spectacle in the fitful light of the nearby camp fire.
The ferocity of their fierce faces was accentuated
by the upturnedbristling tiger cat's teeth which
protruded from every ear; while the long feathers
of the Argus pheasant waving from their war-caps
the brilliant colors of their war-coats trimmed
with the black and white feathers of the hornbill
and the strange devices upon their gaudy shields
but added to the savagery of their appearance
as they danced and howledmenacing and intimidating
in the path of the charging foe.

A single backward glance was all that Virginia Maxon
found it possible to throw in the direction of the
rescue partyand in that she saw a sight that lived
forever in her memory. At the head of his hideous
misshapen pack sprang the stalwart young giant
straight into the heart of the flashing parangs
of the howling savages. To right and left fell
the mighty bull whip cutting down men with all
the force and dispatch of a steel saber.
The Dyaksencouraged by the presence of Muda Saffir
in their rearheld their ground; and the infuriated
brainless things that followed the wielder of the
bull whip threw themselves upon the head hunters
with beating hands and rending fangs.

Number Ten wrested a parang from an adversary
and acting upon his example the other creatures
were not long in arming themselves in a similar manner.
Cutting and jabbing they hewed their way through the solid
ranks of the enemyuntil Muda Saffirseeing that defeat
was inevitable turned and fled toward his prahu.

Four of his creatures lay dead as the last of the Dyaks
turned to escape from the mad white man who faced
naked steel with only a rawhide whip. In panic the head
hunters made a wild dash for the two remaining prahus
for Muda Saffir had succeeded in getting away from the
island in safety.

Number Thirteen reached the water's edge but a moment
after the prow of the rajah's craft had cleared the
shore and was swinging up stream under the vigorous
strokes of its fifty oarsmen. For an instant he stood
poised upon the bank as though to spring after the
retreating prahubut the knowledge that he could not
swim held him back--it was useless to throw away his
life when the need of it was so great if Virginia Maxon
was to be saved.

Turning to the other prahus he saw that one was already
launchedbut that the crew of the other was engaged in
a desperate battle with the seven remaining members of
his crew for possession of the boat. Leaping among the
combatants he urged his fellows aboard the prahu which
was already half filled with Dyaks. Then he shoved the
boat out into the riverjumping aboard himself as its
prow cleared the gravelly beach.

For several minutes that longhollowed log was a
veritable floating hell of savagescreaming men locked
in deadly battle. The sharp parangs of the head
hunters were no match for the superhuman muscles of the
creatures that battered them about; now lifting one
high above his fellows and using the body as a club to
beat down those nearby; again snapping an arm or leg as
one might break a pipe stem; or hurling a living
antagonist headlong above the heads of his fellows to
the dark waters of the river. And above them all in
the thickest of the fighttowering even above his own
giantsrose the mighty figure of the terrible white
manwhose very presence wrought havoc with the valor
of the brown warriors.

Two more of Number Thirteen's creatures had been cut
down in the prahubut the loss among the Dyaks had
been infinitely greaterand to it was now added the
desertions of the terror stricken savages who seemed
to fear the frightful countenances of their adversaries
even as much as they did their prowess.

There remained but a handful of brown warriors in one
end of the boat when the advantage of utilizing their
knowledge of the river and of navigation occurred to
Number Thirteen. Calling to his men he commanded them
to cease killingmaking prisoners of those who
remained instead. So accustomed had his pack now
become to receiving and acting upon his orders that
they changed their tactics immediatelyand one by one
the remaining Dyaks were overpowereddisarmed and held.

With difficulty Number Thirteen communicated with them
for among them there was but a single warrior who had
ever had intercourse with an Englishmanbut at last by
means of signs and the few words that were common to
them both he made the native understand that he would
spare the lives of himself and his companions if they
would help him in pursuit of Muda Saffir and the girl.

The Dyaks felt but little loyalty for the rascally
Malay they servedsince in common with all their kind
they and theirs had suffered for generations at the
hands of the cruelcrafty and unscrupulous race that
had usurped the administration of their land. So it
was not difficult to secure from them the promise of
assistance in return for their lives.

Number Thirteen noticed that when they addressed him
it was always as Bulanand upon questioning them he
discovered that they had given him this title of honor
partly in view of his wonderful fighting ability and
partly because the sight of his white face emerging
from out of the darkness of the river into the
firelight of their blazing camp fire had carried to
their impressionable minds a suggestion of the tropic
moon which they admired and reverenced. Both the name
and the idea appealed to Number Thirteen and from that
time he adopted Bulan as his rightful cognomen.

The loss of time resulting from the fight in the prahu
and the ensuing peace parley permitted Muda Saffir
to put considerable distance between himself and
his pursuers. The Malay's boat was now alonefor
of the eight prahus that remained of the original fleet
it was the only one which had taken this branch of the river
the others having scurried into a smaller southerly arm
after the fight upon the islandthat they might the
more easily escape their hideous foemen.

Only Barundathe headmanknew which channel Rajah
Muda Saffir intended followingand Muda wondered why
it was that the two boats that were to have borne
Barunda's men did not catch up with his. While he had
left Barunda and his warriors engaged in battle with
the strangers he did not for an instant imagine that
they would suffer any severe lossand that one of
their boats should be captured was beyond belief.
But this was precisely what had happenedand the
second boatseeing the direction taken by the enemy
had turned down stream the more surely to escape them.

So it was that while Rajah Muda Saffir moved leisurely
up the river toward his distant stronghold waiting for
the other boats of his fleet to overtake himBarunda
the headmanguided the white enemy swiftly after him.
Barunda had discovered that it was the girl alone this
white man wanted. Evidently he either knew nothing of
the treasure chest lying in the bottom of Muda Saffir's
boatorknowingwas indifferent. In either event
Barunda thought that he saw a chance to possess himself
of the rich contents of the heavy boxand so served his
new master with much greater enthusiasm than he had the old.

Beneath the paddles of the natives and the five

remaining members of his pack Bulan sped up the dark
river after the single prahu with its priceless
freight. Already six of the creatures of Professor
Maxon's experiments had given up their lives in the
service of his daughterand the remaining six were
pushing forward through the inky blackness of the
jungle night into the untracked heart of savage Borneo
to rescue her from her abductors though they sacrificed
their own lives in the endeavor.

Far ahead of them in the bottom of the great prahu
crouched the girl they sought. Her thoughts were of
the man she felt intuitively to possess the strength
endurance and ability to overcome every obstacle and
reach her at last. Would he come in time? Ahthat
was the question. The mystery of the stranger appealed
to her. A thousand times she had attempted to solve
the question of his first appearance on the island at
the very moment that his mighty muscles were needed to
rescue her from the horrible creature of her father's creation.
Then there was his unaccountable disappearance for weeks;
there was von Horn's strange reticence
and seeming ignorance as to the circumstances
which brought the young man to the island
or his equally unaccountable disappearance
after having rescued her from Number One.
And nowwhen she suddenly found herself
in need of protectionhere was the same
young man turning up in a most miraculous fashion
and at the head of the terrible creatures of the inner campong.

The riddle was too deep for her--she could not solve it;
and then her thoughts were interrupted by the thin
brown hand of Rajah Muda Saffir as it encircled her
waist and drew her toward him. Upon the evil lips were
hot words of passion. The girl wrenched herself from
the man's embraceandwith a little scream of terror
sprang to her feetand as Muda Saffir arose to grasp
her again she struck him full in the face with one small
clenched fist.

Directly behind the Malay lay the heavy chest
of Professor Maxon. As the man stepped backward
to recover his equilibrium both feet struck the obstacle.
For an instant he tottered with wildly waving arms
in an endeavor to regain his lost balancethen
with a curse upon his lipshe lunged across the box
and over the side of the prahu into the dark waters
of the river.


The great chest in the bottom of Rajah Muda Saffir's
prahu had awakened in other hearts as well as his
blind greed and avarice; so that as it had been the
indirect cause of his disaster it now proved the
incentive to another to turn the mishap to his own profit
and to the final undoing of the Malay.

The panglima Ninaka of the Signana Dyaks who manned
Muda Saffir's war prahu saw his chief disappear beneath
the swift waters of the riverbut the word of command
that would have sent the boat hurriedly back to pick up
the swimmer was not given. Instead a lusty cry for
greater speed ahead urged the sinuous muscles gliding
beneath the sleek brown hides; and when Muda Saffir
rose to the surface with a cry for help upon his lips
Ninaka shouted back to him in derisionconsigning his
carcass to the belly of the nearest crocodile.

In futile rage Muda Saffir called down the most
terrible curses of Allah and his Prophet upon the head
of Ninaka and his progeny to the fifth generation
and upon the shades of his forefathersand upon the grim
skulls which hung from the rafters of his long-house.
Then he turned and swam rapidly toward the shore.

Ninakanow in possession of both the chest and the girl
was rich indeedbut with Muda Saffir dead he scarce knew
to whom he could dispose of the white girl for a price
that would make it worth while to be burdened with
the danger and responsibility of retaining her.
He had had some experience of white men in the past
and knew that dire were the punishments meted to those
who wronged the white man's women. All through
the remainder of the long night Ninaka pondered
the question deeply. At last he turned to Virginia.

Why does the big white man who leads the ourang
outangs follow us?he asked. "Is it the chest
he desiresor you?"

It is certainly not the chest,replied the girl.
He wishes to take me back to my father, that is all.
If you will return me to him you may keep the chest,
if that is what you wish.

Ninaka looked at her quizzically for a moment.
Evidently then she was of some value. Possibly should
he retain her he could wring a handsome ransom from the
white man. He would wait and seeit were always an
easy matter to rid himself of her should circumstances
require. The river was theredeepdark and silent
and he could place the responsibility for her loss
upon Muda Saffir.

Shortly after day break Ninaka beached his prahu before
the long-house of a peaceful river tribe. The chest
he hid in the underbrush close by his boatand with
the girl ascended the notched log that led to the verandah
of the structurewhichstretching away for three hundred
yards upon its tall pilesresembled a huge centipede.

The dwellers in the long-house extended every courtesy
to Ninaka and his crew. At the former's request
Virginia was hidden away in a dark sleeping closet
in one of the windowless living rooms which opened
along the verandah for the full length of the house.
Here a native girl brought her food and watersitting
while she atein rapt contemplation of the white skin
and golden hair of the strange female.

At about the time that Ninaka pulled his prahu upon

the beach before the long-houseMuda Saffir from the safety
of the concealing underbrush upon the shore saw a familiar
war prahu forging rapidly up the stream. As it approached
him he was about to call aloud to those who manned it
for in the bow he saw a number of his own men;
but a second glance as the boat came opposite him
caused him to alter his intention and drop further
into the engulfing verdurefor behind his men squatted
five of the terrible monsters that had wrought such havoc
with his expeditionand in the stern he saw his own Barunda
in friendly converse with the mad white man who had led them.

As the boat disappeared about a bend in the river Rajah
Muda Saffir aroseshaking his fist in the direction it
had vanished andcursing anew and volublydamned each
separate hair in the heads of the faithless Barunda and
the traitorous Ninaka. Then he resumed his watch for
the friendly prahuor smaller sampan which he knew time
would eventually bring from up or down the river to his rescue
for who of the surrounding natives would dare refuse succor
to the powerful Rajah of Sakkan!

At the long-house which harbored Ninaka and his crew
Barunda and Bulan stopped with theirs to obtain
food and rest. The quick eye of the Dyak chieftain
recognized the prahu of Rajah Muda Saffir where it
lay upon the beachbut he said nothing to his white
companion of what it augured--it might be well to
discover how the land lay before he committed himself
too deeply to either faction.

At the top of the notched log he was met by Ninaka
whowith horror-wide eyeslooked down upon the
fearsome monstrosities that lumbered awkwardly up
the rude ladder in the wake of the agile Dyaks
and the young white giant.

What does it mean?whispered the panglima to Barunda.

These are now my friends,replied Barunda.
Where is Muda Saffir?

Ninaka jerked his thumb toward the river.
Some crocodile has feasted well,he said significantly.
Barunda smiled.

And the girl?he continued. "And the treasure?"

Ninaka's eyes narrowed. "They are safe he answered.

The white man wants the girl remarked Barunda. He does
not suspect that you are one of Muda Saffir's people.
If he guessed that you knew the whereabouts of the girl
he would torture the truth from you and then kill you.
He does not care for the treasure. There is enough
in that great chest for twoNinaka. Let us be friends.
Together we can divide it; otherwise neither of us will
get any of it. What do you sayNinaka?"

The panglima scowled. He did not relish the idea of
sharing his prizebut he was shrewd enough to realize
that Barunda possessed the power to rob him of it all
so at last he acquiescedthough with poor grace.

Bulan had stood near during this conversationunable
of courseto understand a single word of the native tongue.

What does the man say?he asked Barunda. "Has he
seen anything of the prahu bearing the girl?"

Yes,replied the Dyak. "He says that two hours ago
such a war prahu passed on its way up river--he saw the
white girl plainly. Also he knows whither they are bound
and howby crossing through the jungle on footyou may
intercept them at their next stop."

Bulansuspecting no treacherywas all anxiety to be
off at once. Barunda suggested that in case of some
possible emergency causing the quarry to return down
the river it would be well to have a force remain at
the long-house to intercept them. He volunteered to
undertake the command of this party. Ninakahe said
would furnish guides to escort Bulan and his men
through the jungle to the point at which they might
expect to find Muda Saffir.

And sowith the girl he sought lying within fifty feet
of himBulan started off through the jungle with two
of Ninaka's Dyaks as guides--guides who had been well
instructed by their panglima as to their duties.
Twisting and turning through the dense maze of
underbrush and close-growinglofty trees the little
party of eight plunged farther and farther into the
bewildering labyrinth.

For hours the tiresome march was continueduntil at
last the guides haltedapparently to consult each
other as to the proper direction. By signs they made
known to Bulan that they did not agree upon the right
course to pursue from there onand that they had
decided that it would be best for each to advance a
little way in the direction he thought the right one
while Bulan and his five creatures remained where they were.

We will go but a little way,said the spokesman
and then we shall return and lead you in the proper direction.

Bulan saw no harm in thisand without a shade of
suspicion sat down upon a fallen tree and watched his
two guides disappear into the jungle in opposite
directions. Once out of sight of the white man the two
turned back and met a short distance in the rear of the
party they had deserted--in another moment they were
headed for the long-house from which they had started.

It was fully an hour thereafter that doubts began to
enter Bulan's headand as the day dragged on he came
to realize that he and his weird pack were alone and lost
in the heart of a strange and tangled web of tropical jungle.

No sooner had Bulan and his party disappeared in the
jungle than Barunda and Ninaka made haste to embark
with the chest and the girl and push rapidly on up the
river toward the wild and inaccessible regions of the
interior. Virginia Maxon's strong hope of succor had
been gradually waning as no sign of the rescue party
appeared as the day wore on. Somewhere behind her upon
the broad river she was sure a longnarrow native

prahu was being urged forward in pursuitand that
in command of it was the young giant who was now never
for a moment absent from her thoughts.

For hours she strained her eyes over the stern of the
craft that was bearing her deeper and deeper into the
wild heart of fierce Borneo. On either shore they
occasionally passed a native long-houseand the girl
could not help but wonder at the quiet and peace which
reigned over these little settlements. It was as
though they were passing along a beaten highway in the
center of a civilized community; and yet she knew that
the men who lolled upon the verandahspuffing indolently
upon their cigarettes or chewing betel nutwere all head hunters
and that along the verandah rafters above them hung
the grisly trophies of their prowess.

Yet as she glanced from them to her new captors she
could not but feel that she would prefer captivity in
one of the settlements they were passing--there at
least she might find an opportunity to communicate with
her fatheror be discovered by the rescue party as it
came up the river. The idea grew upon her as the day
advanced until she spent the time in watching furtively
for some means of escape should they but touch the
shore momentarily; and though they halted twice her
captors were too watchful to permit her the slightest
opportunity for putting her plan into action.

Barunda and Ninaka urged their men onwith brief
restsall daynor did they halt even after night
had closed down upon the river. Onon the swift prahu
sped up the winding channel which had now dwindled
to a narrow streamat intervals rushing strongly between
rocky walls with a current that tested the strength
of the strongbrown paddlers.

Long-houses had become more and more infrequent until
for some time now no sign of human habitation had
been visible. The jungle undergrowth was scantier and
the spaces between the boles of the forest trees more open.
Virginia Maxon was almost frantic with despair as the
utter helplessness of her position grew upon her.
Each stroke of those slender paddles was driving her farther
and farther from friendsor the possibility of rescue.
Night had fallendark and impenetrableand with it
had come the haunting fears that creep in when the sun
has deserted his guardian post.

Barunda and Ninaka were whispering together in low
gutturalsand to the girl's distorted and fear excited
imagination it seemed possible that she alone must be
the subject of their plotting. The prahu was gliding
through a stretch of comparatively quiet and placid
water where the stream spread out into a little basin
just above a narrow gorge through which they had just
forced their way by dint of the most laborious
exertions on the part of the crew.

Virginia watched the two men near her furtively.
They were deeply engrossed in their conversation.
Neither was looking in her direction. The backs of the
paddlers were all toward her. Stealthily she rose to a
stooping position at the boat's side. For a moment

she pausedand thenalmost noiselesslydove overboard
and disappeared beneath the black waters.

It was the slight rocking of the prahu that caused
Barunda to look suddenly about to discover the reason
for the disturbance. For a moment neither of the men
apprehended the girl's absence. Ninaka was the first
to do soand it was he who called loudly to the
paddlers to bring the boat to a stop. Then they
dropped down the river with the currentand paddled
about above the gorge for half an hour.

The moment that Virginia Maxon felt the waters close
above her head she struck out beneath the surface for
the shore upon the opposite side to that toward which
she had dived into the river. She knew that if any had
seen her leave the prahu they would naturally expect
to intercept her on her way toward the nearest shore
and so she took this means of outwitting them
although it meant nearly double the distance to be covered.

After swimming a short distance beneath the surface the
girl rose and looked about her. Up the river a few
yards she caught the phosphorescent gleam of water upon
the prahu's paddles as they brought her to a sudden
stop in obedience to Ninaka's command. Then she saw
the dark mass of the war-craft drifting down toward her.

Again she dove and with strong strokes headed for the shore.
The next time that she rose she was terrified to see
the prahu looming close behind her. The paddlers
were propelling the boat slowly in her direction-it
was almost upon her now--there was a shout
from a man in the bow--she had been seen.

Like a flash she dove once more andturningstruck out
rapidly straight back beneath the oncoming boat.
When she came to the surface again it was to find herself
as far from shore as she had been when she first quitted
the prahubut the craft was now circling far below her
and she set out once again to retrace her way toward
the inky mass of shore line which loomed apparently near
and yetas she knewwas some considerable distance from her.

As she swamher mindfilled with the terrors of the night
conjured recollection of the stories she had heard of the fierce
crocodiles which infest certain of the rivers of Borneo.
Again and again she could have sworn that she felt some huge
slimy body sweep beneath her in the mysterious waters
of this unknown river.

Behind her she saw the prahu turn back up stream
but now her mind was suddenly engaged with a new danger
for the girl realized that the strong current was
bearing her down stream more rapidly than she had
imagined. Already she could hear the increasing roar
of the river as it rushedwild and tumultuousthrough
the entrance to the narrow gorge below her. How far
it was to shore she could not guessor how far to the
certain death of the swirling waters toward which she
was being drawn by an irresistible force; but of one
thing she was certainher strength was rapidly waning
and she must reach the bank quickly.

With redoubled energy she struck out in one last mighty
effort to reach the shore. The tug of the current was
strong upon herlike a giant hand reaching up out of
the cruel river to bear her back to death. She felt
her strength ebbing quickly--her strokes now were
feeble and futile. With a prayer to her Maker she
threw her hands above her head in the last effort
of the drowning swimmer to clutch at even thin air
for support--the current caught and swirled her downward
toward the gorgeandat the same instant her fingers
touched and closed upon something which swung low above
the water.

With the last flickering spark of vitality that remained
in her poorexhausted body Virginia Maxon clung to the frail
support that a kind Providence had thrust into her hands.
How long she hung there she never knewbut finally
a little strength returned to herand presently
she realized that it was a pendant creeper hanging
low from a jungle tree upon the bank that had saved her
from the river's rapacious maw.

Inch by inch she worked herself upward toward the bank
and at lastweak and pantingsunk exhausted to the
cool carpet of grass that grew to the water's edge.
Almost immediately tiredNature plunged her into a
deep sleep. It was daylight when she awoke
dreaming that the tall young giant had rescued her
from a band of demons and was lifting her in his arms
to carry her back to her father.

Through half open lids she saw the sunlight filtering
through the leafy canopy above her--she wondered at the
realism of her dream; full consciousness returned and
with it the conviction that she was in truth being held
close by strong arms against a bosom that throbbed
to the beating of a real heart.

With a sudden start she opened her eyes wide to look up
into the hideous face of a giant ourang outang.


The morning following the capture of Virginia Maxon
by Muda SaffirProfessor Maxonvon HornSing Lee
and the sole surviving lascar from the crew of the Ithaca
set out across the strait toward the mainland of Borneo
in the small boat which the doctor had secreted in the
jungle near the harbor. The party was well equipped
with firearms and ammunitionand the bottom of the
boat was packed full with provisions and cooking
utensils. Von Horn had been careful to see that
the boat was furnished with a mast and sailand now
under a good breeze the party was making excellent time
toward the mysterious land of their destination.

They had scarcely cleared the harbor when they sighted
a ship far out across the strait. Its erratic
movements riveted their attention upon itand later

as they drew nearerthey perceived that the strange
craft was a good sized schooner with but a single short
mast and tiny sail. For a minute or two her sail would
belly with the wind and the vessel make headwaythen
she would come suddenly aboutonly to repeat the same
tactics a moment later. She sailed first this way and
then thatlosing one minute what she had gained the
minute before.

Von Horn was the first to recognize her.

It is the Ithaca,he saidand her Dyak crew are
having a devil of a time managing her--she acts as
though she were rudderless.

Von Horn ran the small boat within hailing distance of
the dismasted hulk whose side was now lined with waving
gesticulating natives. They were peaceful fishermen
they explainedwhose prahus had been wrecked
in the recent typhoon. They had barely escaped
with their lives by clambering aboard this wreck which Allah
had been so merciful as to place directly in their road.
Would the Tuan Besar be so good as to tell them how to make
the big prahu steer?

Von Horn promised to help them on condition that they
would guide him and his party to the stronghold of
Rajah Muda Saffir in the heart of Borneo. The Dyaks
willingly agreedand von Horn worked his small boat
in close under the Ithaca's stern. Here he found that
the rudder had been all but unshippedprobably as the
vessel was lifted over the reef during the stormbut a
single pintle remaining in its gudgeon. A half hour's
work was sufficient to repair the damageand then the
two boats continued their journey toward the mouth of
the river up which those they sought had passed the
night before.

Inside the river's mouth an anchorage was found for the
Ithaca near the very island upon which the fierce battle
between Number Thirteen and Muda Saffir's forces had occurred.
From the deck of the larger vessel the deserted prahu
which had borne Bulan across the strait was visible
as were the bodies of the slain Dyaks and the
misshapen creatures of the white giant's forces.

In excited tones the head hunters called von Horn's
attention to these evidences of conflictand the
doctor drew his boat up to the island and leaped ashore
followed by Professor Maxon and Sing. Here they found
the dead bodies of the four monsters who had fallen
in an attempt to rescue their creator's daughter
though little did any there imagine the real truth.

About the corpses of the four were the bodies of a
dozen Dyak warriors attesting to the ferocity of the
encounter and the savage prowess of the unarmed
creatures who had sold their poor lives so dearly.

Evidently they fell out about the possession
of the captive,suggested von Horn. "Let us hope
that she did not fall into the clutches of Number Thirteen-any
fate would be better than that."

God give that that has not befallen her,moaned
Professor Maxon. "The pirates might but hold her for
ransombut should that soulless fiend possess her my
prayer is that she found the strength and the means to
take her own life before he had an opportunity to have
his way with her."

Amen,agreed von Horn.

Sing Lee said nothingbut in his heart he hoped that
Virginia Maxon was not in the power of Rajah Muda Saffir.
The brief experience he had had with Number Thirteen
during the fight in the bungalow had rather warmed
his wrinkled old heart toward the friendless young giant
and he was a sufficiently good judge of human nature
to be confident that the girl would be comparatively
safe in his keeping.

It was quickly decided to abandon the small boat
and embark the entire party in the deserted war prahu.
A half hour later saw the strangely mixed expedition
forging up the riverbut not until von Horn had
boarded the Ithaca and discovered to his dismay
that the chest was not on board her.

Far above them on the right bank Muda Saffir still
squatted in his hiding placefor no friendly prahu
or sampan had passed his way since dawn. His keen eyes
roving constantly up and down the long stretch of river
that was visible from his position finally sighted a
war prahu coming toward him from down stream. As it
drew closer he recognized it as one which had belonged
to his own fleet before his unhappy encounter with the
wild white man and his abhorrent packand a moment later
his heart leaped as he saw the familiar faces of several
of his men; but who were the strangers in the stern
and what was a Chinaman doing perched there upon the bow?

The prahu was nearly opposite him before he recognized
Professor Maxon and von Horn as the white men of the
little island. He wondered how much they knew of his
part in the raid upon their encampment. Bududreen had
told him much concerning the doctorand as Muda Saffir
recalled the fact that von Horn was anxious to possess
himself of both the treasure and the girl he guessed
that he would be safe in the man's hands so long as he
could hold out promises of turning one or the other
over to him; and soas he was tired of squatting upon
the uncomfortable bank and was very hungryhe arose
and hailed the passing prahu.

His men recognized his voice immediately and as they
knew nothing of the defection of any of their fellows
turned the boat's prow toward shore without waiting
for the command from von Horn. The latterfearing
treacherysprang to his feet with raised rifle
but when one of the paddlers explained that it was
the Rajah Muda Saffir who hailed them and that he was alone
von Horn permitted them to draw nearer the shore
though he continued to stand ready to thwart any
attempted treachery and warned both the professor
and Sing to be on guard.

As the prahu's nose touched the bank Muda Saffir

stepped aboard and with many protestations of gratitude
explained that he had fallen overboard from his own
prahu the night before and that evidently his followers
thought him drownedsince none of his boats had
returned to search for him. Scarcely had the Malay
seated himself before von Horn began questioning him
in the rajah's native tonguenot a word of which
was intelligible to Professor Maxon. Singhowever
was as familiar with it as was von Horn.

Where are the girl and the treasure?he asked.

What girl, Tuan Besar?inquired the wily Malay innocently.
And what treasure? The white man speaks in riddles.

Come, come,cried von Horn impatiently. "Let us have
no foolishness. You know perfectly well what I mean-it
will go far better with you if we work together as
friends. I want the girl--if she is unharmed--and I
will divide the treasure with you if you will help me
to obtain them; otherwise you shall have no part of either.
What do you say? Shall we be friends or enemies?"

The girl and the treasure were both stolen from me
by a rascally panglima, Ninaka,said Muda Saffir
seeing that it would be as well to simulate friendship
for the white man for the time being at least--there would
always be an opportunity to use a kris upon him in the
remote fastness of the interior to which Muda Saffir
would lead them.

What became of the white man who led the strange monsters?
asked von Horn.

He killed many of my men, and the last I saw of him he
was pushing up the river after the girl and the treasure,
replied the Malay.

If another should ask you,continued von Horn with a
meaningful glance toward Professor Maxonit will be
well to say that the girl was stolen by this white
giant and that you suffered defeat in an attempt to
rescue her because of your friendship for us.
Do you understand?

Muda Saffir nodded. Here was a man after his own heart
which loved intrigue and duplicity. Evidently he would
be a good ally in wreaking vengeance upon the white giant
who had caused all his discomfiture-- afterward there
was always the kris if the other should become inconvenient.

At the long-house at which Barunda and Ninaka had halted
Muda Saffir learned all that had transpired
his informants being the two Dyaks who had led Bulan
and his pack into the jungle. He imparted the information
to von Horn and both men were delighted that thus
their most formidable enemy had been disposed of.
It would be but a question of time before the
inexperienced creatures perished in the dense forest-that
they ever could retrace their steps to the river
was most unlikelyand the chances were that one by one
they would be dispatched by head hunters while they slept.

Again the party embarkedreinforced by the two Dyaks

who were only too glad to renew their allegiance to
Muda Saffir while he was backed by the guns of the
white men. On and on they paddled up the river
gleaning from the dwellers in the various long-houses
information of the passing of the two prahus with
BarundaNinakaand the white girl.

Professor Maxon was impatient to hear every detail
that von Horn obtained from Muda Saffir and the various
Dyaks that were interviewed at the first long-house and
along the stretch of river they covered. The doctor
told him that Number Thirteen still had Virginia and
was fleeing up the river in a swift prahu. He enlarged
upon the valor shown by Muda Saffir and his men in
their noble attempt to rescue his daughterand through
it all Sing Lee sat with half closed eyesapparently
oblivious to all that passed before him. What were the
workings of that intricate celestial brain none can say.

Far in the interior of the jungle Bulan and his five
monsters stumbled on in an effort to find the river.
Had they known it they were moving parallel with the stream
but a few miles from it. At times it wound in wide detours
close to the path of the lost creaturesand again it circled
far away from them.

As they travelled they subsisted upon the fruits with
which they had become familiar upon the island of their
creation. They suffered greatly for lack of water
but finally stumbled upon a small stream at which they
filled their parched stomachs. Here it occurred to Bulan
that it would be wise to follow the little river
since they could be no more completely lost than
they now were no matter where it should lead them
and it would at least insure them plenty of fresh water.

As they proceeded down the bank of the stream it grew
in size until presently it became a fair sized river
and Bulan had hopes that it might indeed prove the
stream that they had ascended from the ocean and that
soon he would meet with the prahus and possibly find
Virginia Maxon herself. The strenuous march of the six
through the jungle had torn their light cotton garments
into shreds so that they were all practically naked
while their bodies were scratched and bleeding from
countless wounds inflicted by sharp thorns and tangled
brambles through which they had forced their way.

Bulan still carried his heavy bull whip while his five
companions were armed with the parangs they had taken
from the Dyaks they had overpowered upon the island
at the mouth of the river. It was upon this strange
and remarkable company that the sharp eyes of
a score of river Dyaks peered through the foliage.
The head hunters had been engaged in collecting camphor
crystals when their quick ears caught the noisy passage
of the six while yet at a considerable distance
and with ready parangs the savages crept stealthily
toward the sound of the advancing party.

At first they were terror stricken at the hideous
visages of five of the creatures they beheldbut when
they saw how few their numbersand how poorly armed

they wereas well as the awkwardness with which they
carried their parangsdenoting their unfamiliarity with
the weaponsthey took heart and prepared to ambush them.

What prizes those terrible heads would be when properly
dried and decorated! The savages fairly trembled
in anticipation of the commotion they would cause
in the precincts of their long-house when they returned
with six such magnificent trophies.

Their victims came blundering on through the dense jungle
to where the twenty sleek brown warriors lay in wait for them.
Bulan was in the leadand close behind him in single file
lumbered his awkward crew. Suddenly there was a chorus
of savage cries close beside him and simultaneously
he found himself in the midst of twenty cuttingslashing parangs.

Like lightning his bull whip flew into actionand to
the astonished warriors it was as though a score of men
were upon them in the person of this mighty white giant.
Following the example of their leader the five creatures
at his back leaped upon the nearest warriors
and though they wielded their parangs awkwardly
the superhuman strength back of their cuts and thrusts
sent the already blood stained blades through many a brown body.

The Dyaks would gladly have retreated after the first
surprise of their initial attackbut Bulan urged his
men on after themand so they were forced to fight
to preserve their lives at all. At last five of them
managed to escape into the junglebut fifteen remained
quietly upon the earth where they had fallen--the victims
of their own over confidence. Beside them lay two
of Bulan's fiveso that now the little party was reduced
to four--and the problem that had faced Professor Maxon
was so much closer to its own solution.

From the bodies of the dead Dyaks Bulan and his three
companionsNumber ThreeNumber Tenand Number Twelve
took enough loin clothscapswar-coatsshields and weapons
to fit them out completelyafter discarding the ragged remnants
of their cotton pajamasand noweven more terrible in appearance
than beforethe rapidly vanishing company of soulless monsters
continued their aimless wandering down the river's brim.

The five Dyaks who had escaped carried the news of the
terrible creatures that had fallen upon them in the jungle
and of the awful prowess of the giant white man who led them.
They told of howarmed only with a huge whiphe had been
a match and more than a match for the best warriors of the tribe
and the news that they started spread rapidly down the river
from one long-house to another until it reached the broad stream
into which the smaller river flowedand then it travelled up
and down to the headwaters above and the ocean far below
in the remarkable manner that news travels in the wild
places of the world.

So it was that as Bulan advanced he found the long-houses
in his path desertedand came to the larger river
and turned up toward its head without meeting
with resistance or even catching a glimpse
of the brown-skinned people who watched him
from their hiding places in the brush.

That night they slept in the long-house near the bank
of the greater streamwhile its rightful occupants
made the best of it in the jungle behind. The next
morning found the four again on the march ere the sun
had scarcely lighted the dark places of the forest
for Bulan was now sure that he was on the right trail
and that the new river that he had come to was indeed the
same that he had traversed in the Prahu with Barunda.

It must have been close to noon when the young giant's
ears caught the sound of the movement of some animal
in the jungle a short distance to his right and away
from the river. His experience with men had taught him
to be waryfor it was evident that every man's hand was
against himso he determined to learn at once whether
the noise he heard came from some human enemy lurking
along his trail ready to spring upon him with naked
parang at a moment that he was least prepared
or merely from some jungle brute.

Cautiously he threaded his way through the matted
vegetation in the direction of the sound. Although a
parang from the body of a vanquished Dyak hung at his
side he grasped his bull whip ready in his right hand
preferring it to the less accustomed weapon of the
head hunter. For a dozen yards he advanced without
sighting the object of his searchbut presently his
efforts were rewarded by a glimpse of a reddish
hairy bodyand a pair of close setwicked eyes
peering at him from behind a giant tree.

At the same instant a slight movement at one side
attracted his attention to where another similar figure
crouched in the underbrushand then a thirdfourth
and fifth became evident about him. Bulan looked in
wonderment upon the strangeman-like creatures who eyed
him threateningly from every hand. They stood fully
as high as the brown Dyak warriorsbut their bodies
were naked except for the growth of reddish hair which
covered themshading to black upon the face and hands.

The lips of the nearest were raised in an angry snarl
that exposed wicked looking fighting fangsbut the
beasts did not seem inclined to initiate hostilities
and as they were unarmed and evidently but engaged upon
their own affairs Bulan decided to withdraw without
arousing them further. As he turned to retrace his steps
he found his three companions gazing in wide-eyed astonishment
upon the strange new creatures which confronted them.

Number Ten was grinning broadlywhile Number Three
advanced cautiously toward one of the creatures
making a low guttural noisethat could only be interpreted
as peaceful and conciliatory--more like a feline purr
it was than anything else.

What are you doing?cried Bulan. "Leave them alone.
They have not offered to harm us."

They are like us,replied Number Three. "They must
be our own people. I am going with them."

And I,said Number Ten.

And I,echoed Number Twelve. "At last we have found
our ownlet us all go with them and live with them
far away from the men who would beat us with great whips
and cut us with their sharp swords."

They are not human beings,exclaimed Bulan. "We cannot
live with them."

Neither are we human beings,retorted Number Twelve.
Has not von Horn told us so many times?

If I am not now a human being,replied BulanI intend
to be one, and so I shall act as a human being should act.
I shall not go to live with savage beasts, nor shall you.
Come with me as I tell you, or you shall again taste the bull whip.

We shall do as we please,growled Number Tenbaring
his fangs. "You are not our master. We have followed
you as long as we intend to. We are tired of forever
walkingwalkingwalking through the bushes that tear
our flesh and hurt us. Go and be a human being if you
think you canbut do not longer interfere with us or
we shall kill you and he looked first at Number Three
and then at Number Twelve for approval of his ultimatum.

Number Three nodded his grotesque and hideous head--
he was so covered with long black hair that he more
nearly resembled an ourang outang than a human being.
Number Twelve looked doubtful.

I think Number Ten is right he said at last.
We are not human. We have no souls. We are things.
And while youBulanare beautifulyet you are as much
a soulless thing as we--that much von Horn taught us well.
So I believe that it would be better were we to keep forever
from the sight of men. I do not much like the thought
of living with these strangehairy monsters
but we might find a place here in the jungle
where we could live alone and in peace."

I do not want to live alone,cried Number Three.
I want a mate, and I see a beautiful one yonder now.
I am going after her,and with that he again started
toward a female ourang outang; but the lady bared her
fangs and retreated before his advance.

Even the beasts will have none of us,cried Number Ten angrily.
Let us take them by force then,and he started after Number Three.

Come back!shouted Bulanleaping after the two deserters.

As he raised his voice there came an answering cry
from a little distance ahead--a cry for help
and it was in the agonized tones of a woman's voice.

I am coming!shouted Bulanand without another
glance at his mutinous crew he sprang through the line
of menacing ourang outangs.


On the morning that Bulan set out with his three monsters
from the deserted long-house in which they had spent the night
Professor Maxon's party was speeding up the river
constantly buoyed with hope by the repeated reports of natives
that the white girl had been seen passing in a war prahu.

In translating this information to Professor Maxon
von Horn habitually made it appear that the girl
was in the hands of Number Thirteenor Bulan
as they had now come to call him owing to the natives'
constant use of that name in speaking of the strange
and formidable white giant who had invaded their land.

At the last long-house below the gorgethe head of
which had witnessed Virginia Maxon's escape from the
clutches of Ninaka and Barundathe searching party was
forced to stop owing to a sudden attack of fever which
had prostrated the professor. Here they found a woman
who had a strange tale to relate of a remarkable sight
she had witnessed that very morning.

It seemed that she had been straining tapioca in a little
stream which flowed out of the jungle at the rear
of the long-house when her attention was attracted
by the crashing of an animal through the bushes a
few yards above her. As she looked she saw a huge MIAS
PAPPAN cross the streambearing in his arms the dead
or unconscious form of a white-skinned girl with golden hair.

Her description of the MIAS PAPPAN was such as to half
convince von Horn that she might have seen Number Three
carrying Virginia Maxonalthough he could not reconcile
the idea with the story that the two Dyaks had told him
of losing all of Bulan's monsters in the jungle.

Of course it was possible that they might have made
their way over land to this pointbut it seemed
scarcely credible--and thenhow could they have come
into posession of Virginia Maxonwhom every report
except this last agreed was still in the hands of
Ninaka and Barunda. There was always the possibility
that the natives had lied to himand the more he
questioned the Dyak woman the more firmly convinced
he became that this was the fact.

The outcome of it was that von Horn finally decided
to make an attempt to follow the trail of the creature
that the woman had seenand with this plan in view
persuaded Muda Saffir to arrange with the chief
of the long-house at which they then were to furnish
him with trackers and an escort of warriors
promising them some splendid heads should they
be successful in overhauling Bulan and his pack.

Professor Maxon was too ill to accompany the expedition
and von Horn set out alone with his Dyak allies.
For a time after they departed Sing Lee fretted
and fidgeted upon the verandah of the long-house.
He wholly distrusted von Hornand from motives
of his own finally decided to follow him.
The trail of the party was plainly discernible
and the Chinaman had no difficulty in following them

so that they had gone no great way before
he came within hearing distance of them.
Always just far enough behind to be out of sight
he kept pace with the little column as it marched
through the torrid heat of the morninguntil a little
after noon he was startled by the sudden cry
of a woman in distressand the answering shout of a man.

The voices came from a point in the jungle a little to
his right and behind himand without waiting for the
column to returnor even to ascertain if they had
heard the criesSing ran rapidly in the direction
of the alarm. For a time he saw nothingbut was guided
by the snapping of twigs and the rustling of bushes ahead
where the authors of the commotion were evidently moving
swiftly through the jungle.

Presently a strange sight burst upon his astonished vision.
It was the hideous Number Three in mad pursuit of a female
ourang outangand an instant later he saw Number Twelve
and Number Ten in battle with two maleswhile beyond
he heard the voice of a man shouting encouragement
to some one as he dashed through the jungle.
It was in this last event that Sing's interest centered
for he was sure that he recognized the voice as that of Bulan
while the first cry for help which he had heard
had been in a woman's voiceand Sing knew that its author
could be none other than Virginia Maxon.

Those whom he pursued were moving rapidly through
the jungle which was now becoming more and more open
but the Chinaman was no mean runnerand it was not long
before he drew within sight of the object of his pursuit.

His first glimpse was of Bulanrunning swiftly between
two huge bull ourang outangs that snapped and tore at
him as he bounded forward cutting and slashing at his
foes with his heavy whip. Just in front of the trio
was another bull bearing in his arms the unconscious
form of Virginia Maxon who had fainted at the first
response to her cry for help. Sing was armed with a
heavy revolver but he dared not attempt to use it for
fear that he might wound either Bulan or the girl
and so he was forced to remain but a passive spectator
of what ensued.

Bulannotwithstanding the running battle the two bulls
were forcing upon himwas gaining steadily upon the
fleeing ourang outang that was handicapped by the weight
of the fair captive he bore in his hugehairy arms.
As they came into a natural clearing in the jungle
the fleeing bull glanced back to see his pursuer almost
upon himand with an angry roar turned to meet the charge.

In another instant Bulan and the three bulls were rolling
and tumbling about the grounda mass of flying fur
and blood from which rose fierce and angry roars and growls
while Virginia Maxon lay quietly upon the sward where
her captor had dropped her.

Sing was about to rush forward and pick her upwhen
he saw von Horn and his Dyaks leap into the clearing
to which they had been guided by the sounds of the chase
and the encounter. The doctor halted at the sight that

met his eyes--the prostrate form of the girl and the man
battling with three huge bulls.

Then he gathered up Virginia Maxonand with a sign
to his Dyakswho were thoroughly frightened at the
mere sight of the white giant of whom they had heard
such terrible storiesturned and hastened back
in the direction from which they had comeleaving
the man to what seemed must be a speedy and horrible death.

Sing Lee was astounded at the perfidy of the act.
To Bulan alone was due the entire credit of having rescued
Professor Maxon's daughterand yet in the very
presence of his self-sacrificing loyalty and devotion
von Horn had deserted him without making the least
attempt to aid him. But the wrinkled old Chinaman
was made of different metaland had started forward
to assist Bulan when a heavy hand suddenly fell upon his
shoulder. Looking around he saw the hideous face of
Number Ten snarling into his. The bloodshot eyes of
the monster were flaming with rage. He had been torn
and chewed by the bull with which he had fought
and though he had finally overcome and killed the beast
a female which he had pursued had eluded him. In a
frenzy of passion and blood lust aroused by his wounds
disappointment and the taste of warm blood which still
smeared his lips and facehe had been seeking the
female when he suddenly stumbled upon the hapless Sing.

With a roar he grasped the Chinaman as though to break
him in twobut Sing was not at all inclined to give up
his life without a struggleand Number Ten was quick
to learn that no mean muscles moved beneath that wrinkled
yellow hide.

There couldhoweverhave been but one outcome to the
unequal struggle had Sing not been armed with a revolver
though it was several seconds before he could bring it
into play upon the great thing that shook and tossed him
about as though he had been a rat in the mouth of a terrier.
But suddenly there was the sharp report of a firearm
and another of Professor Maxon's unhappy experiments
sank back into the nothingness from which he had conjured it.

Then Sing turned his attention to Bulan and his three
savage assailantsbutexcept for the dead body of a
bull ourang outang upon the spot where he had last seen
the four strugglingthere was no sign either of the
white man or his antagonists; northough he listened
attentivelycould he catch the slightest sound within
the jungle other than the rustling of the leaves and
the raucous cries of the brilliant birds that flitted
among the gorgeous blooms about him.

For half an hour he searched in every directionbut finally
fearing that he might become lost in the mazes of the unfamiliar
forest he reluctantly turned his face toward the river
and the long-house that sheltered his party.

Here he found Professor Maxon much improved--the safe
return of Virginia having acted as a tonic upon him.
The girl and her father sat with von Horn upon the
verandah of the long-house as Sing clambered up the
notched log that led to it from the ground. At sight

of Sing's wrinkled old face Virginia Maxon sprang to
her feet and ran forward to greet himfor she had been
very fond of the shrewd and kindly Chinaman of whom
she had seen so much during the dreary months
of her imprisonment within the campong.

Oh, Sing,she criedwhere have you been? We were
all so worried to think that no sooner was one of us
rescued than another became lost.

Sing takee walk, Linee, las all,said the grinning Chinaman.
Velly glad see Linee black 'gain,and that was all that Sing Lee
had to say of the adventures through which he had just passed
and the strange sights that he had seen.

Again and again the girl and von Horn narrated the
stirring scenes of the daythe latter being compelled
to repeat all that had transpired from the moment that
he had heard Virginia's crythough it was apparent
that he only consented to speak of his part in her
rescue under the most considerable urging. Very pretty
modestythought Sing when he had heard the doctor's
version of the affair.

You see,said von Hornwhen I reached the spot
Number Three, the brute that you thought was an ape,
had just turned you over to Number Thirteen, or, as the
natives now call him, Bulan. You were then in a faint,
and when I attacked Bulan he dropped you to defend himself.
I had expected a bitter fight from him after the wild tales
the natives have been telling of his ferocity,
but it was soon evident that he is an arrant coward,
for I did not even have to fire my revolver--
a few thumps with the butt of it upon his brainless
skull sent him howling into the jungle with his pack at his heels.

How fortunate it is, my dear doctor,said Professor Maxon
that you were bright enough to think of trailing the miscreant
into the jungle. But for that Virginia would still be
in his clutches and by this time he would have been beyond
all hope of capture. How can we ever repay you, dear friend?

That you were generous enough to arrange when we first
embarked upon the search for your daughter,replied von Horn.

Just so, just so,said the professorbut a shade of
trouble tinged the expression of his faceand a moment
later he arosesaying that he felt weak and tired and
would go to his sleeping room and lie down for a while.
The fact was that Professor Maxon regretted the promise
he had made von Horn relative to his daughter.

Once before he had made plans for her marriage only to
regret them later; he hoped that he had made no mistake
this timebut he realized that it had scarcely been
fair to Virginia to promise her to his assistant
without first obtaining her consent. Yet a promise
was a promiseandagainwas it not true that but
for von Horn she would have been dead or worse than dead
in a short time had she not been rescued from the clutches
of the soulless Bulan? Thus did the old man justify
his actionand clinch the determination that he had
before reached to compel Virginia to wed von Horn
should shefrom some incomprehensible motivedemur.

Yet he hoped that the girl would make it easy
by accepting voluntarily the man who had saved her life.

Left aloneor as he thought alonewith the girl in
the growing shadows of the eveningvon Horn thought
the moment propitious for renewing his suit. He did
not consider the natives squatting about them as of
sufficient consequence to considersince they would
not understand the language in which he addressed
Virginiaand in the dusk he failed to note that Sing
squatted with the Dyaksclose behind them.

Virginia,he commencedafter an interval of silence
often before have I broached the subject nearest to
my heart, yet never have you given me much encouragement.
Can you not feel for the man who would gladly give his
life for you, sufficient affection to permit you to
make him the happiest man in the world? I do not ask
for all your love at first--that will come later.
Just give me the right to cherish and protect you.
Say that you will be my wife, Virginia, and we need
have no more fears that the strange vagaries of your
father's mind can ever again jeopardize your life
or your happiness as they have in the past.

I feel that I owe you my life,replied the girl
in a quiet voiceand while I am now positive
that my father has entirely regained his sanity,
and looks with as great abhorrence upon the terrible
fate he planned for me as I myself, I cannot forget
the debt of gratitude which belongs to you.

At the same time I do not wish to be the means of making
you unhappyas surely would be the result were I to marry
you without love. Let us wait until I know myself better.
Though you have spoken to me of the matter before
I realize now that I never have made any effort
to determine whether or not I really can love you.
There is time enough before we reach civilization
if ever we are fortunate enough to do so at all.
Will you not be as generous as you are brave
and give me a few days before I must make you a final answer?"

With Professor Maxon's solemn promise to insure his
ultimate success von Horn was very gentle and gracious
in deferring to the girl's wishes. The girl for her
part could not put from her mind the disappointment she
had felt when she discovered that her rescuer was von
Hornand not the handsome young giant whom she had
been positive was in close pursuit of her abductors.

When Number Thirteen had been mentioned she had always
pictured him as a hideous monstersimilar to the creature
that had seized her in the jungle beside the encampment
that first day she had seen the mysterious stranger
of whom she could obtain no information either from
her father or von Horn. When she had recently insisted
that the same man had been at the head of her father's
creatures in an attempt to rescue herboth von Horn
and Professor Maxon scoffed at the ideauntil at last
she was convinced that the fright and the firelight
had conspired to conjure in her brain the likeness of one
who was linked by memory to another time of danger and despair.

Virginia could not understand why it was that the face
of the stranger persisted in obtruding itself in her memory.
That the man was unusually good looking was undeniable
but she had known many good looking mennor was she
especially impressionable to mere superficial beauty.
No words had passed between them on the occasion
of their first meetingso it could have been nothing
that he said which caused the memory of him to cling
so tenaciously in her mind.

What was it then? Was it the memory of the moments
that she had lain in his strong arms--was it the shadow
of the sweetwarm glow that had suffused her
as his eyes had caught hers upon his face?

The thing was tantalizing--it was annoying. The girl
blushed in mortification at the very thought that she
could cling so resolutely to the memory of a total stranger
and--still greater humiliation--long in the secret depths
of her soul to see him again.

She was angry with herselfbut the more she tried
to forget the young giant who had come into her life
for so brief an instantthe more she speculated upon
his identity and the strange fate that had brought him
to their littlesavage island only to snatch him away again
as mysteriously as he had comethe less was the approval
with which she looked upon the suit of Doctor von Horn.

Von Horn had left herand strolled down to the river.
Finally Virginia arose to seek the crude couch which
had been spread for her in one of the sleeping rooms
of the long-house. As she passed a group of natives
squatted nearby one of the number arose and approached her
and as she haltedhalf in frighta low voice whispered:

Lookee out, Linee, dloctor Hornee velly bad man.

Why, Sing!exclaimed Virginia. "What in the world
do you mean by saying such a thing as that?"

Never mind, Linee; you always good to old Sing.
Sing no likee see you sadee. Dloctor Hornee velly bad man,
las allee,and without another word the Chinaman turned
and walked away.


After the escape of the girl Barunda and Ninaka had
fallen out over that affair and the division of the treasure
with the result that the panglima had slipped a knife
between the ribs of his companion and dropped the body overboard.

Barunda's followershoweverhad been highly enraged
at the actand in the ensuing battle which they waged
for revenge of their murdered chief Ninaka and his crew
had been forced to take to the shore and hide in the jungle.

With difficulty they had saved the chest and dragged

it after them into the mazes of the underbrush. Finally
howeverthey succeeded in eluding the angry enemy
and took up their march through the interior for the head
of a river which would lead them to the sea by another
routeit being Ninaka's intention to dispose of the
contents of the chest as quickly as possible through
the assistance of a rascally Malay who dwelt at Gunung
Teborwhere he carried on a thriving trade with pirates.

But presently it became apparent that he had not so
easily escaped the fruits of his villainy as he had
supposedfor upon the evening of the first day the
rear of his little column was attacked by some of
Barunda's warriors who had forged ahead of their
fellowswith the result that the head of Ninaka's
brother went to increase the prestige and glory
of the house of the enemy.

Ninaka was panic-strickensince he knew that hampered
as he was by the heavy chest he could neither fight
nor run to advantage. And soupon a dark night near
the head waters of the river he soughthe buried
the treasure at the foot of a mighty buttress tree
and with his parang made certain cabalistic signs upon
the bole whereby he might identify the spot when it was
safe to return and disinter his booty. Thenwith his men
he hastened down the stream until they reached the head
of prahu navigation where they stole a craft and paddled
swiftly on toward the sea.

When the three bull ourang outangs closed upon Bulan he
felt no fear as to the outcome of the battlefor never
in his experience had he coped with any muscles that
his own mighty thews could not overcome. But as
the battle continued he realized that there might be
a limit to the number of antagonists which he could
successfully withstandsince he could scarcely hope
with but two hands to reach the throats of three enemies
or ward off the blows and clutches of six powerful hands
or the gnashing of three sets of savage fangs.

When the truth dawned upon him that he was being killed
the instinct of self-preservation was born in him.
The ferocity with which he had fought before paled
into insignificance beside the mad fury with which
he now attacked the three terrible creatures upon him.
Shaking himself like a great lion he freed his arms for
a moment from the clinging embrace of his foemen
and seizing the neck of the nearest in his mighty clutch
wrenched the head completely around.

There was one awful shriek from the tortured brute-the
vertebrae parted with a snapand Bulan's antagonists
were reduced to two. Lunging and struggling the three
combatants stumbled farther and farther into the jungle
beyond the clearing. With mighty blows the man buffeted
the beasts to right and leftbut ever they returned
in bestial rage to renew the encounter. Bulan was
weakening rapidly under the terrific strain to which
he had been subjectedand from loss of the blood
which flowed from his wounds; yet he was slowly
mastering the foaming bruteswho themselves were torn
and bleeding and exhausted. Weaker and weaker became
the struggles of them allwhen a sudden misstep sent Bulan

stumbling headforemost against the stem of a treewhere
stunnedhe sank unconsciousat the mercy of the relentless bulls.

They had already sprung upon the prostrate form of
their victim to finish what the accident had commenced
when the loud report of Sing's revolver smote upon
their startled ears as the Chinaman's bullet buried
itself in the heart of Number Ten. Never had the
ourang outangs heard the sound of a firearmand the
noiseseemingly in such close proximityfilled them
with such terror that on the instant they forgot all
else than this new and startling fearand with
headlong haste leaped away into the jungle
leaving Bulan lying where he had fallen.

So it was that though Sing passed within a few paces
of the unconscious man he neither saw nor heard aught
of him or his antagonists.

When Bulan returned to consciousness the day was
drawing to a close. He was stiff and sore and weak.
His head ached horribly. He thought that he must indeed
be dyingfor how could one who suffered so revive?
But at last he managed to stagger to his feet
and finally to reach the stream along which
he had been travelling earlier in the day.
Here he quenched his thirst and bathed his wounds
and as darkness came he lay down to sleep upon
a bed of matted grasses.

The next morning found him refreshed and in considerably
less painfor the powers of recuperation which
belonged to his perfect health and mighty physique
had already worked an almost miraculous transformation in him.
While he was hunting in the jungle for his breakfast he came
suddenly upon Number Three and Number Twelve similarly employed.

At sight of him the two creatures started to run away
but he called to them reassuringly and they returned.
On closer inspection Bulan saw that both were covered
with terrible woundsand after questioning them
learned that they had fared almost as badly
at the hands of the ourang outangs as had he.

Even the beasts loathe us,exclaimed Number Twelve.
What are we to do?

Leave the beasts alone, as I told you,replied Bulan.

Human beings hate us also,persisted Number Twelve.

Then let us live by ourselves,suggested Number Three.

We hate each other,retorted the pessimistic Number Twelve.
There is no place for us in the world, and no companionship.
We are but soulless things.

Stop!cried Bulan. "I am not a soulless thing.
I am a manand within me is as fine and pure a soul
as any man may own and to his mind's eye came the vision
of a fair face surmounted by a mass of loosely waving,
golden hair; but the brainless ones could not understand
and only shook their heads as they resumed their feeding
and forgot the subject.

When the three had satisfied the cravings of their
appetites two of them were for lying down to sleep
until it should be time to feed again, but Bulan,
once more master, would not permit it, and forced them
to accompany him in his seemingly futile search for the
girl who had disappeared so mysteriously after he had
rescued her from the ourang outangs.

Both Number Twelve and Number Three had assured him
that the beasts had not recaptured her, for they had
seen the entire band flee madly through the jungle
after hearing the report of the single shot which had
so terrorized Bulan's antagonists. Bulan did not know
what to make of this occurrence which he had not
himself heard, the shot having come after he had lost
consciousness at the foot of the tree; but from the
description of the noise given him by Number Twelve
he felt sure that it must have been the report of a gun,
and hoped that it betokened the presence of Virginia Maxon's
friends, and that she was now safe in their keeping.

Nevertheless he did not relinquish his determination
to continue his search for her, since it was quite
possible that the gun had been fired by a native,
many of whom possessed firearms. His first concern
was for the girl's welfare, which spoke eloquently
for the chivalry of his character, and though he wished
to see her for the pleasure that it would give him,
the hope of serving her was ever the first consideration
in his mind.

He was now confident that he was following the wrong direction,
and with the intention in view of discovering the tracks
of the party which had rescued or captured Virginia
after he had been forced to relinquish her,
he set out in a totally new direction away from the river.
His small woodcraft and little experience in travelling
resulted in his becoming completely confused,
so that instead of returning to the spot
where he had last seen the girl, as he wished to
do, he bore far to the northeast of the place,
and missed entirely the path which von Horn
and his Dyaks had taken from the long-house
into the jungle and back.

All that day he urged his reluctant companions on through
the fearful heat of the tropics until, almost exhausted,
they halted at dusk upon the bank of a river,
where they filled their stomachs with cooling draughts,
and after eating lay down to sleep. It was quite dark
when Bulan was aroused by the sound of something approaching
from up the river, and as he lay listening he presently heard
the subdued voices of men conversing in whispers.
He recognized the language as that of the Dyaks,
though he could interpret nothing which they said.

Presently he saw a dozen warriors emerge into a little
patch of moonlight. They bore a huge chest among them
which they deposited within a few paces of where Bulan lay.
Then they commenced to dig in the soft earth with
their spears and parangs until they had excavated a
shallow pit. Into this they lowered the chest,
covering it over with earth and sprinkling dead grass,

twigs and leaves above it, that it might present to a
searcher no sign that the ground had recently been
disturbed. The balance of the loose earth which would
not go back into the pit was thrown into the river.

When all had been made to appear as it was before,
one of the warriors made several cuts and scratches
upon the stem of a tree which grew above the spot where
the chest was buried; then they hastened on in silence
past Bulan and down the river.

As von Horn stood by the river's bank after his
conversation with Virginia, he saw a small sampan
approaching from up stream. In it he made out two
natives, and the stealthiness of their approach caused
him to withdraw into the shadow of a large prahu which
was beached close to where he had been standing.

When the men had come close to the landing one of them
gave a low signal, and presently a native came down
from the long-house.

Who is it comes by night?" he asked. "And what want you?"

News has just reached us that Muda Saffir is alive,
replied one of the men in the boatand that he sleeps
this night in your long-house. Is it true?

Yes,answered the man on shore. "What do you wish of
the Rajah Muda Saffir?"

We are men of his company and we have news for him,
returned the speaker in the sampan. "Tell him that we
must speak to him at once."

The native on shore returned to the long-house without
replying. Von Horn wondered what the important news
for Muda Saffir might beand so he remained as he had been
concealed behind the prahu.

Presently the old Malay came down to the water's edge-very
warily though--and asked the men whom they might be.
When they had given their names he seemed relieved.

Ninaka,they saidhas murdered Barunda
who was taking the rajah's treasure up to
the rajah's stronghold--the treasure which Ninaka
had stolen after trying to murder the rajah and which Barunda
had recaptured. Now Ninaka, after murdering Barunda,
set off through the jungle toward the river which leads
to Gunung Tebor, and Barunda's uncle followed him with
what few men he had with him; but he sent us down river
to try and find you, master, and beg of you to come
with many men and overtake Ninaka and punish him.

Muda Saffir thought for a moment.

Hasten back to the uncle of Barunda and tell him that
as soon as I can gather the warriors I shall come and
punish Ninaka. I have another treasure here which I
must not lose, but I can arrange that it will still
be here when I return for it, and then Barunda's uncle
can come back with me to assist me if assistance is needed.

Also, be sure to tell Barunda's uncle never to lose
sight of the treasure,and Muda Saffir turned and
hastened back to the long-house.

As the men in the sampan headed the boat's bow up
stream againvon Horn ran along the jungle trail
beside the river and abreast of the paddlers. When he
thought that they were out of hearing of the long-house
he hailed the two. In startled surprise the men ceased paddling.

Who are you and what do you want?asked one.

I am the man to whom the chest belongs,replied von Horn.
If you will take me to Barunda's uncle before Muda Saffir
reaches him you shall each have the finest rifles that
the white man makes, with ammunition enough to last you a year.
All I ask is that you guide me within sight of the party
that pursues Ninaka; then you may leave me and tell
no one what you have done, nor will I tell any. What say you?

The two natives consulted together in low tones.
At last they drew nearer the shore.

Will you give us each a bracelet of brass as well as
the rifles?asked the spokesman.

Von Horn hesitated. He knew the native nature well.
To have acquiesced too readily would have been to have
invited still further demands from them.

Only the rifles and ammunition,he said at last
unless you succeed in keeping the knowledge of my
presence from both Barunda's uncle and Muda Saffir.
If you do that you shall have the bracelets also.

The prow of the sampan touched the bank.

Come!said one of the warriors.

Von Horn stepped aboard. He was armed only with a
brace of Coltsand he was going into the heart
of the wild country of the head huntersto pit his wits
against those of the wily Muda Saffir. His guides were
two savage head hunting warriors of a pirate crew from
whom he hoped to steal what they considered a fabulously
rich treasure. Whatever sins might be laid to the door
of the doctorthere could be no question but that
he was a very brave man!

Von Horn's rash adventure had been suggested by the hope
that he mightby bribing some of the natives with Barunda's uncle
make way with the treasure before Muda Saffir arrived to claim it
orfailing thatlearn its exact whereabouts that he might
return for it with an adequate force later. That he was taking
his life in his hands he well knewbut so great was the man's
cupidity that he reckoned no risk too great for the acquirement
of a fortune.

The two Dyakspaddling in silence up the dark river
proceeded for nearly three hours before they drew in to
the bank and dragged the sampan up into the bushes.
Then they set out upon a narrow trail into the jungle.
It so happened that after travelling for several miles
they inadvertently took another path than that followed

by the party under Barunda's uncleso that they passed
the latter without being aware of itgoing nearly half
a mile to the right of where the trailers camped a short
distance from the bivouac of Ninaka.

In the dead of night Ninaka and his party had crawled
away under the very noses of the avengerstaking the
chest with themand by chance von Horn and the two
Dyaks cut back into the main trail along the river almost
at the very point that Ninaka halted to bury the treasure.

And so it was that Bulan was not the only one who watched
the hiding of the chest.

When Ninaka had disappeared down the river trail Bulan
lay speculating upon the strange actions he had witnessed.
He wondered why the men should dig a hole in the midst
of the jungle to hide away the box which he had so often
seen in Professor Maxon's workshop. It occurred to him that
it might be well to remember just where the thing was buried
so that he could lead the professor to it should he ever see
the old man again. As he lay thushalf dozinghis attention
was attracted by a stealthy rustling in the bushes nearby
and as he watched he was dumbfounded to see von Horn
creep out into the moonlight. A moment later the man
was followed by two Dyaks. The three stood conversing
in low tonespointing repeatedly at the spot where the
chest lay hidden. Bulan could understand but little of
their conversationbut it was evident that von Horn
was urging some proposition to which the warriors demurred.

Suddenlywithout an instant's warningvon Horn drew
his gunwheeledand fired point-blankfirst at one
of his companionsthen at the other. Both men fell
in their tracksand scarcely had the pungent odor
of the powder smoke reached Bulan's nostrils ere
the white man had plunged into the jungle and disappeared.

Failing in his attempt to undermine the loyalty of the
two Dyaks von Horn had chosen the only other way to keep
the knowledge of the whereabouts of the chest from Barunda's
uncle and Muda Saffirand now his principal interest
in life was to escape the vengeance of the head hunters
and return to the long-house before his absence should be detected.

There he could form a party of natives and set out
to regain the chest after Muda Saffir and Barunda's uncle
had given up the quest. That suspicion should fall
on him seemed scarcely credible since the only men
who knew that he had left the long-house that night
lay dead upon the very spot where the treasure reposed.


When Muda Saffir turned from the two Dyaks who had
brought him news of the treasure he hastened to the
long-house and arousing the chief of the tribe who
domiciled there explained that necessity required that
the rajah have at once two war prahus fully manned.

Now the power of the crafty old Malay extended from one
end of this great river on which the long-house lay to
the otherand though not all the tribes admitted
allegiance to himyet there were few who would not
furnish him with men and boats when he required them;
for his piratical cruises carried him often up and down
the streamand with his savage horde it was possible
for him to wreak summary and terrible vengeance upon
those who opposed him.

When he had explained his wishes to the chiefthe
latterthough at heart hating and fearing Muda Saffir
dared not refuse; but to a second proposition he offered
strong opposition until the rajah threatened to wipe out
his entire tribe should he not accede to his demands.

The thing which the chief demurred to had occurred
to Muda Saffir even as he walked back from the river
after conversing with the two Dyak messengers. The thought
of regaining the treasurethe while he administered
punishment to the traitorous Ninakafilled his soul
with savage happiness. Now if he could but once more
possess himself of the girl! And why not? There was
only the sick old mana Chinaman and von Horn to prevent it
and the chances were that they all were asleep.

So he explained to the chief the plan that
had so suddenly sprung to his wicked mind.

Three men with parangs may easily quiet the old man,
his assistant and the Chinaman,he said
and then we can take the girl along with us.

The chief refused at firstpoint-blankto be a party to any
such proceedings. He knew what had happened to the Sakkaran
Dyaks after they had murdered a party of Englishmen
and he did not purpose laying himself and his tribe open
to the vengeance of the white men who came in many boats
and with countless guns and cannon to take a terrible toll
for every drop of white blood spilled.

So it was that Muda Saffir was forced to compromise
and be satisfied with the chief's assistance in
abducting the girlfor it was not so difficult
a matter to convince the head hunter that she really
had belonged to the rajahand that she had been stolen
from him by the old man and the doctor.

Virginia slept in a room with three Dyak women.
It was to this apartment that the chief finally consented
to dispatch two of his warriors. The men crept noiselessly
within the pitch dark interior until they came to the sleeping
form of one of the Dyak women. Cautiously they awoke her.

Where is the white girl?asked one of the men in a
low whisper. "Muda Saffir has sent us for her.
Tell her that her father is very sick and wants her
but do not mention Muda Saffir's name lest she
might not come."

The whispering awakened Virginia and she lay wondering
what the cause of the midnight conference might be
for she recognized that one of the speakers was a man
and there had been no man in the apartment when she had

gone to sleep earlier in the night.

Presently she heard some one approach herand a moment
later a woman's voice addressed her; but she could not
understand enough of the native tongue to make out
precisely the message the speaker wished to convey.
The words "father sick and come however she
finally understood after several repetitions, for she
had picked up a smattering of the Dyak language during
her enforced association with the natives.

The moment that the possibilities suggested by these
few words dawned upon her, she sprang to her feet and
followed the woman toward the door of the apartment.
Immediately without the two warriors stood upon the
verandah awaiting their victim, and as Virginia passed
through the doorway she was seized roughly from either
side, a heavy hand was clapped over her mouth,
and before she could make even an effort to rebel
she had been dragged to the end of the verandah,
down the notched log to the ground and a moment later
found herself in a war prahu which was immediately
pushed into the stream.

Since Virginia had come to the long-house after her
rescue from the ourang outangs, supposedly by von Horn,
Rajah Muda Saffir had kept very much out of sight,
for he knew that should the girl see him she would
recognize him as the man who had stolen her from
the Ithaca. So it came as a mighty shock to the girl
when she heard the hated tones of the man whom she
had knocked overboard from the prahu two nights before,
and realized that the bestial Malay sat close beside her,
and that she was again in his power. She looked now
for no mercy, nor could she hope to again escape him so
easily as she had before, and so she sat with bowed head
in the bottom of the swiftly moving craft, buried in
anguished thoughts, hopeless and miserable.

Along the stretch of black river that the prahu and her
consort covered that night Virginia Maxon saw no living
thing other than a single figure in a small sampan
which hugged the shadows of the shore as the two larger
boats met and passed it, nor answered their hail.

Where von Horn and his two Dyak guides had landed,
Muda Saffir's force disembarked and plunged into the jungle.
Rapidly they hastened along the well known trail toward
the point designated by the two messengers, to come upon
the spot almost simultaneously with the party under
Barunda's uncle, who, startled by the two shots
several hours previously, had been cautiously searching
through the jungle for an explanation of them.

They had gone warily for fear that they might stumble
upon Ninaka's party before Muda Saffir arrived with
reinforcements, and but just now had they discovered
the prostrate forms of their two companions.
One was dead, but the other was still conscious
and had just sufficient vitality left after the coming
of his fellows to whisper that they had been treacherously
shot by the younger white man who had been at the long-house
where they had found Muda Saffir--then the fellow expired
without having an opportunity to divulge the secret hiding

place of the treasure, over the top of which his body lay.

Now Bulan had been an interested witness of all
that transpired. At first he had been inclined to come
out of his hiding place and follow von Horn, but so much
had already occurred beneath the branches of the great
tree where the chest lay hidden that he decided to wait
until morning at least, for he was sure that he had by
no means seen the last of the drama which surrounded
the heavy box. This belief was strengthened by the
haste displayed by both Ninaka and von Horn to escape
the neighborhood as quickly as possible, as though they
feared that they might be apprehended should they delay
even for a moment.

Number Three and Number Twelve still slept, not having
been aroused even by the shots fired by von Horn.
Bulan himself had dozed after the departure of the
doctor, but the advent of Barunda's uncle with his
followers had awakened him, and now he lay wide eyed
and alert as the second party, under Muda Saffir,
came into view when they left the jungle trail
and entered the clearing.

His interest in either party was but passive until
he saw the khaki blouse, short skirt and trim leggins
of the captive walking between two of the Dyaks of Muda
Saffir's company. At the same instant he recognized
the evil features of the rajah as those of the man who
had directed the abduction of Virginia Maxon from
the wrecked Ithaca.

Like a great cat Bulan drew himself cautiously to all fours--
every nerve and muscle taut with the excitement of the moment.
Before him he saw a hundred and fifty ferocious Borneo head hunters,
armed with parangs, spears and sumpitans. At his back slept two
almost brainless creatures--his sole support against the awful odds
he must face before he could hope to succor the divinity whose image
was enshrined in his brave and simple heart.

The muscles stood out upon his giant forearm as he gripped the stock
of his bull whip. He believed that he was going to his death,
for mighty as were his thews he knew that in the face of the horde
they would avail him little, yet he saw no other way than to sit
supinely by while the girl went to her doom, and that he could not do.
He nudged Number Twelve. Silence!" he whisperedand "Come!
The girl is here. We must save her. Kill the men
and the same to the hairy and terrible Number Three.

Both the creatures awoke and rose to their hands
and knees without noise that could be heard above
the chattering of the natives, who had crowded forward
to view the dead bodies of von Horn's victims.
Silently Bulan came to his feet, the two monsters
at his back rising and pressing close behind him.
Along the denser shadows the three crept to a position
in the rear of the natives. The girl's guards had
stepped forward with the others to join in the discussion
that followed the dying statement of the murdered warrior,
leaving her upon the outer fringe of the crowd.

For an instant a sudden hope of escape sprang to
Virginia Maxon's mind--there was none between her
and the jungle through which they had just passed.

Though unknown dangers lurked in the black and uncanny
depths of the dismal forest, would not death in any
form be far preferable to the hideous fate which awaited
her in the person of the bestial Malay pirate?

She had turned to take the first step toward freedom
when three figures emerged from the wall of darkness
behind her. She saw the war-caps, shields, and warcoats,
and her heart sank. Here were others of the
rajah's party--stragglers who had come just in time to
thwart her plans. How large these men were--she never
had seen a native of such giant proportions; and now
they had come quite close to her, and as the foremost
stooped to speak to her she shrank back in fear.
Then, to her surprise, she heard in whispered English;
Come quietlywhile they are not looking."

She thought the voice familiarbut could not place it
though her heart whispered that it might belong to the
young stranger of her dreams. He reached out and took
her hand and together they turned and walked quickly toward
the junglefollowed by the two who had accompanied him.

Scarcely had they covered half the distance before one
of the Dyaks whose duty it had been to guard the girl
discovered that she was gone. With a cry he alarmed
his fellowsand in another instant a sharp pair of eyes
caught the movement of the four who had now broken into a run.

With savage shouts the entire force of head hunters
sprang in pursuit. Bulan lifted Virginia in his arms
and dashed on ahead of Number Twelve and Number Three.
A shower of poisoned darts blown from half a hundred
sumpitans fell about themand then Muda Saffir called
to his warriors to cease using their deadly blow-pipes
lest they kill the girl.

Into the jungle dashed the four while close behind them
came the howling pack of enraged savages. Now one
closed upon Number Three only to fall back dead with
a broken neck as the giant fingers released their hold
upon him. A parang swung close to Number Twelve
but his ownwhich he had now learned to wield with
fearful effectclove through the pursuing warrior's
skull splitting him wide to the breast bone.

Thus they fought the while they forced their way deeper
and deeper into the dark mazes of the entangled vegetation.
The brunt of the running battle was borne by the two monsters
for Bulan was carrying Virginiaand keeping a little ahead
of his companions to insure the girl's greater safety.

Now and then patches of moonlight filtering through
occasional openings in the leafy roofing revealed
to Virginia the battle that was being waged for possession
of herand oncewhen Number Three turned toward her
after disposing of a new assailantshe was horrified
to see the grotesque and terrible face of the creature.
A moment later she caught sight of Number Twelve's
hideous face. She was appalled.

Could it be that she had been rescued from the Malay
to fall into the hands of creatures equally heartless
and entirely without souls? She glanced up at the face

of him who carried her. In the darkness of the night
she had not yet had an opportunity to see the features
of the manbut after a glimpse at those of his two
companions she trembled to think of the hideous thing
that might be revealed to her.

Could it be that she had at last fallen into the hands
of the dreaded and terrible Number Thirteen!
Instinctively she shrank from contact with the man
in whose arms she had been carried without a trace
of repugnance until the thought obtruded itself that
he might be the creature of her father's mad
experimentationto whose arms she had been doomed
by the insane obsession of her parent.

The man shifted her now to give himself freer use
of his right armfor the savages were pressing more
closely upon Twelve and Threeand the change made
it impossible for the girl to see his face even
in the more frequent moonlit places.

But she could see the two who ran and fought just
behind themand she shuddered at her inevitable fate.
For should the three be successful in bearing her away
from the Dyaks she must face an unknown doomwhile
should the natives recapture her there was the terrible
Malay into whose clutches she had already twice fallen.

Now the head hunters were pressing closer
and suddenlyeven as the girl looked directly at him
a spear passed through the heart of Number Three.
Clutching madly at the shaft protruding from his
misshapen body the grotesque thing stumbled on for a
dozen pacesand then sank to the ground as two of the
brown warriors sprang upon him with naked parangs.
An instant later Virginia Maxon saw the hideous
and grisly head swinging high in the hand of a dancing
whooping savage.

The man who carried her was now forced to turn and fight
off the enemy that pressed forward past Number Twelve.
The mighty bull whip whirled and cracked across the heads
and faces of the Dyaks. It was a formidable weapon
when backed by the Herculean muscles that rolled
and shifted beneath Bulan's sun-tanned skin
and many were the brown warriors that went down
beneath its cruel lash.

Virginia could see that the creature who bore her was
not deformed of bodybut she shrank from the thought
of what a sight of his face might reveal. How much
longer the two could fight off the horde at their heels
the girl could not guess; and as a matter of fact
she was indifferent to the outcome of the strange
running battle that was being waged with herself
as the victor's spoil.

The country now was becoming rougher and more open.
The flight seemed to be leading into a range of low hills
where the jungle grew less denseand the way rocky and rugged.
They had entered a narrow canyon when Number Twelve went down
beneath a half dozen parangs. Again the girl saw a bloody head
swung on high and heard the fiercewild chorus of exulting victory.
She wondered how long it would be ere the creature beneath her

would add his share to the grim trophies of the hunt.

In the interval that the head hunters had paused
to sever Number Twelve's headBulan had gained
fifty yards upon themand thenof a suddenhe came
to a sheer wall rising straight across the narrow trail
he had been following. Ahead there was no way--a cat
could scarce have scaled that formidable barrier--but
to the right he discerned what appeared to be a steep
and winding pathway up the canyon's sideand with a
bound he clambered along it to where it surmounted
the rocky wall.

There he turnedwindedto await the oncoming foe.
Here was a spot where a single man might defy an army
and Bulan had been quick to see the natural advantages
of it. He placed the girl upon her feet behind a protruding
shoulder of the canyon's wall which rose to a considerable
distance still above them. Then he turned to face the mob
that was surging up the narrow pathway toward him.

At his feet lay an accumulation of broken rock from
the hillside aboveand as a spear spedsinging
close above his shoulderthe occurrence suggested a use
for the rough and jagged missiles which lay about him
in such profusion. Many of the pieces were large
weighing twenty and thirty poundsand some even as
much as fifty. Picking up one of the larger Bulan
raised it high above his headand then hurled it down
amongst the upclimbing warriors. In an instant
pandemonium reignedfor the heavy boulder had mowed
down a score of the pursuersbreaking arms and legs
in its meteoric descent.

Missile after missile Bulan rained down upon the
strugglinghowling Dyaksuntilseized by panic
they turned and fled incontinently down into the depths
of the canyon and back along the narrow trail they had come
and then superstitious fear completed the rout that the
flying rocks had startedfor one whispered to another
that this was the terrible Bulan and that he had but lured
them on into the hills that he might call forth all
his demons and destroy them.

For a moment Bulan stood watching the retreating savages
a smile upon his lipsand then as the sudden equatorial
dawn burst forth he turned to face the girl.

As Virginia Maxon saw the fine features of the giant
where she had expected to find the grotesque and
hideous lineaments of a monstershe gave a quick
little cry of pleasure and relief.

Thank God!she cried fervently. "Thank God that
you are a man--I thought that I was in the clutches
of the hideous and soulless monsterNumber Thirteen."

The smile upon the young man's face died. An expression
of painand hopelessnessand sorrow swept across his features.
The girl saw the changeand wonderedbut how could she guess
the grievous wound her words had inflicted?


For a moment the two stood in silence; Bulan tortured
by thoughts of the bitter humiliation that he must
suffer when the girl should learn his identity;
Virginia wondering at the sad lines that had come
into the young man's faceand at his silence.

It was the girl who first spoke. "Who are you
she asked, to whom I owe my safety?"

The man hesitated. To speak aught than the truth
had never occurred to him during his brief existence.
He scarcely knew how to lie. To him a question demanded
but one manner of reply--the facts. But never before
had he had to face a question where so much depended
upon his answer. He tried to form the bitter
galling words; but a vision of that lovely face
suddenly transformed with horror and disgust throttled
the name in his throat.

I am Bulan,he saidat lastquietly.

Bulan,repeated the girl. "Bulan. Why that
is a native name. You are either an Englishman
or an American. What is your true name?"

My name is Bulan,he insisted doggedly.

Virginia Maxon thought that he must have some good
reason of his own for wishing to conceal his identity.
At first she wondered if he could be a fugitive from
justice--the perpetrator of some horrid crime
who dared not divulge his true name even in the remote
fastness of a Bornean wilderness; but a glance at
his frank and noble countenance drove every vestige
of the traitorous thought from her mind. Her woman's
intuition was sufficient guarantee of the nobility
of his character.

Then let me thank you, Mr. Bulan,she saidfor the
service that you have rendered a strange and helpless woman.

He smiled.

Just Bulan,he said. "There is no need for Miss
or Mister in the savage jungleVirginia."

The girl flushed at the sudden and unexpected use of her
given nameand was surprised that she was not offended.

How do you know my name?she asked.

Bulan saw that he would get into deep water if
he attempted to explain too muchandas is ever the way
discovered that one deception had led him into another;
so he determined to forestall future embarrassing queries
by concocting a story immediately to explain his presence
and his knowledge.

I lived upon the island near your father's camp,

he said. "I knew you all--by sight."

How long have you lived there?asked the girl.
We thought the island uninhabited.

All my life,replied Bulan truthfully.

It is strange,she mused. "I cannot understand it.
But the monsters--how is it that they followed you and
obeyed your commands?"

Bulan touched the bull whip that hung at his side.

Von Horn taught them to obey this,he said.

He used that upon them?cried the girl in horror.

It was the only way,said Bulan. "They were almost brainless-they
could understand nothing elsefor they could not reason."

Virginia shuddered.

Where are they now--the balance of them?she asked.

They are dead, poor things,he repliedsadly.
Poor, hideous, unloved, unloving monsters--they gave
up their lives for the daughter of the man who made
them the awful, repulsive creatures that they were.

What do you mean?cried the girl.

I mean that all have been killed searching for you,
and battling with your enemies. They were soulless
creatures, but they loved the mean lives they gave up
so bravely for you whose father was the author
of their misery-- you owe a great deal to them, Virginia.

Poor things,murmured the girlbut yet they are
better off, for without brains or souls there could
be no happiness in life for them. My father did them
a hideous wrong, but it was an unintentional wrong.
His mind was crazed with dwelling upon the wonderful
discovery he had made, and if he wronged them
he contemplated a still more terrible wrong
to be inflicted upon me, his daughter.

I do not understand,said Bulan.

It was his intention to give me in marriage to one
of his soulless monsters--to the one he called Number
Thirteen. Oh, it is terrible even to think of the
hideousness of it; but now they are all dead he cannot
do it even though his poor mind, which seems well again,
should suffer a relapse.

Why do you loathe them so?asked Bulan. "Is it because
they are hideousor because they are soulless?"

Either fact were enough to make them repulsive,
replied the girlbut it is the fact that they were
without souls that made them totally impossible-one
easily overlooks physical deformity, but the moral
depravity that must be inherent in a creature without
a soul must forever cut him off from intercourse

with human beings.

And you think that regardless of their physical appearance
the fact that they were without souls would have been apparent?
asked Bulan.

I am sure of it,cried Virginia. "I would know the
moment I set my eyes upon a creature without a soul."

With all the sorrow that was hisBulan could scarce
repress a smilefor it was quite evident either that
it was impossible to perceive a soulor else that he
possessed one.

Just how do you distinguish the possessor of a soul?
he asked.

The girl cast a quick glance up at him.

You are making fun of me,she said.

Not at all,he replied. "I am just curious as to how
souls make themselves apparent. I have seen men kill
one another as beasts kill. I have seen one who was
cruel to those within his poweryet they were all men
with souls. I have seen eleven soulless monsters die
to save the daughter of a man whom they believed had
wronged them terribly--a man with a soul. How then
am I to know what attributes denote the possession
of the immortal spark? How am I to know whether
or not I possess a soul?"

Virginia smiled.

You are courageous and honorable and chivalrous-those
are enough to warrant the belief that you have a soul,
were it not apparent from your countenance that you are
of the higher type of mankind,she said.

I hope that you will never change your opinion of me,
Virginia,said the man; but he knew that there lay
before her a severe shockand before him a great
sorrow when they should come to where her father
was and the girl should learn the truth concerning him.

That he did not himself tell her may be forgiven him
for he had only a life of misery to look forward
to after she should know that hetoowas equally
a soulless monster with the twelve that had preceded him
to a merciful death. He would have envied them but
for the anticipation of the time that he might be alone
with her before she learned the truth.

As he pondered the future there came to him the thought
that should they never find Professor Maxon or von Horn
the girl need never know but that he was a human being.
He need not lose her thenbut always be near her.
The idea grew and with it the mighty temptation to lead
Virginia Maxon far into the jungleand keep her forever
from the sight of men. And why not? Had he not saved her
where others had failed? Was she notby all that was
just and fairhis?

Did he owe any loyalty to either her father or von Horn?

Already he had saved Professor Maxon's lifeso the obligation
if there was anylay all against the older man; and three times
he had saved Virginia. He would be very kind and good to her.
She should be much happier and a thousand times safer than
with those others who were so poorly equipped to protect her.

As he stood silently gazing out across the jungle
beneath them toward the new sun the girl watched him
in a spell of admiration of his strong and noble face
and his perfect physique. What would have been
her emotions had she guessed what thoughts were his!
It was she who broke the silence.

Can you find the way to the long-house where my father is?
she asked.

Bulanstartled at the questionlooked up from his reverie.
The thing must be facedthensooner than he thought.
How was he to tell her of his intention? It occurred
to him to sound her first--possibly she would make no
objection to the plan.

You are anxious to return?he asked.

Why, yes, of course, I am,she replied. "My father
will be half mad with apprehensionuntil he knows that
I am safe. What a strange questionindeed." Still
howevershe did not doubt the motives of her companion.

Suppose we should be unable to find our way to the
long-house?he continued.

Oh, don't say such a thing,cried the girl.
It would be terrible. I should die of misery
and fright and loneliness in this awful jungle.
Surely you can find your way to the river--
it was but a short march through the jungle
from where we landed to the spot at which
you took me away from that fearful Malay.

The girl's words cast a cloud over Bulan's hopes.
The future looked less roseate with the knowledge
that she would be unhappy in the life that he had been
mapping for them. He was silent--thinking. In his breast
a riot of conflicting emotions were waging the first
great battle which was to point the trend of the man's
character--would the selfish and the base prevail
or would the noble?

With the thought of losing her his desire for her
companionship became almost a mania. To return her
to her father and von Horn would be to lose her--
of that there could be no doubtfor they would not leave
her long in ignorance of his origin. Thenin addition
to being deprived of her foreverhe must suffer
the galling mortification of her scorn.

It was a great deal to ask of a fledgling morality
that was yet scarcely cognizant of its untried wings;
but even as the man wavered between right and wrong
there crept into his mind the one great and burning question
of his life--had he a soul? And he knew that upon
his decision of the fate of Virginia Maxon rested
to some extent the true answer to that questionfor

unconsciouslyhe had worked out his own crude soul
hypothesis which imparted to this invisible entity
the power to direct his actions only for good.
Therefore he reasoned that wickedness presupposed
a small and worthless soulor the entire lack of one.

That she would hate a soulless creature he accepted
as a foregone conclusion. He desired her respect
and that fact helped him to his final decisionbut the
thing that decided him was born of the truly chivalrous
nature he possessed--he wanted Virginia Maxon to be
happy; it mattered not at what cost to him.

The girl had been watching him closely as he stood
silently thinking after her last words. She did not know
the struggle that the calm face hid; yet she felt that
the dragging moments were big with the question of her fate.

Well?she said at length.

We must eat first,he replied in a matter-of-fact tone
and not at all as though he was about to renounce
his life's happinessand then we shall set out
in search of your father. I shall take you to him,
Virginia, if man can find him.

I knew that you could,she saidsimplybut how my
father and I ever can repay you I do not know--do you?

Yes,said Bulanand there was a sudden rush of fire
to his eyes that kept Virginia Maxon from urging a
detailed explanation of just how she might repay him.

In truth she did not know whether to be angry
or frightenedor glad of the truth that she read there;
or mortified that it had awakened in her a realization
that possibly an analysis of her own interest in this
young stranger might reveal more than she had imagined.

The constraint that suddenly fell upon them was
relieved when Bulan motioned her to follow him back
down the trail into the gorge in search of food.
There they sat together upon a fallen tree beside
a tiny rivuleteating the fruit that the man gathered.
Often their eyes met as they talkedbut always
the girl's fell before the open worship of the man's.

Many were the men who had looked in admiration
at Virginia Maxon in the pastbut nevershe felt
with eyes so clean and brave and honest. There was
no guile or evil in themand because of it she
wondered all the more that she could not face them.

What a wonderful soul those eyes portray,she thought
and how perfectly they assure the safety of my life
and honor while their owner is near me.

And the man thought: "Would that I owned a soul that I might
aspire to live always near her--always to protect her."

When they had eaten the two set out once more
in search of the riverand the confidence that is born
of ignorance was theirsso that beyond each succeeding
tangled barrier of vines and creepers they looked to see

the swirling stream that would lead them to the girl's father.

On and on they trudgedthe man often carrying the girl
across the rougher obstacles and through the little
streams that crossed their pathuntil at last came
noonand yet no sign of the river they sought.
The combined jungle craft of the two had been insufficient
either to trace the way that they had come
or point the general direction of the river.

As the afternoon drew to a close Virginia Maxon
commenced to lose heart--she was confident that they
were lost. Bulan made no pretence of knowing the way
the most that he would say being that eventually they
must come to the river. As a matter-of-fact had it not
been for the girl's evident concern he would have been
glad to know that they were irretrievably lost;
but for her sake his efforts to find the river
were conscientious.

When at last night closed down upon them the girl was
at heartterror strickenbut she hid her true state
from the manbecause she knew that their plight was
no fault of his. The strange and uncanny noises
of the jungle night filled her with the most dreadful
forebodingsand when a colddrizzling rain set
in upon them her cup of misery was full.

Bulan rigged a rude shelter for hermaking her lie
down beneath itand then he removed his Dyak war-coat
and threw it over herbut it was hours before her
exhausted body overpowered her nervous fright and won
a fitful and restless slumber. Several times Virginia
became obsessed with the idea that Bulan had left her
alone there in the junglebut when she called his name
he answered from close beside her shelter.

She thought that he had reared another for himself nearby
but even the thought that he might sleep filled her with dread
yet she would not call to him againsince she knew that
he needed his rest even more than she. And all the night
Bulan stood close beside the woman he had learned to love--
stood almost naked in the chill night air and the cold rain
lest some savage man or beast creep out of the darkness
after her while he slept.

The next day with its nightand the nextand the next
were but repetitions of the first. It had become an
agony of suffering for the man to fight off sleep longer.
The girl read part of the truth in his heavy eyes and worn face
and tried to force him to take needed restbut she did not
guess that he had not slept for four days and nights.

At last abused Nature succumbed to the terrific strain
that had been put upon herand the giant constitution
of the man went down before the cold and the wet
weakened and impoverished by loss of sleep and
insufficient food; for through the last two days
he had been able to find but littleand that little he
had given to the girltelling her that he had eaten
his fill while he gathered hers.

It was on the fifth morningwhen Virginia awokethat
she found Bulan rolling and tossing upon the wet ground

before her shelterdelirious with fever. At the sight
of the mighty figure reduced to pitiable inefficiency
and weaknessdespite the knowledge that her protector
could no longer protectthe fear of the jungle faded
from the heart of the young girl--she was no more
a weak and trembling daughter of an effete civilization.
Instead she was a lionesswatching over and protecting
her sick mate. The analogy did not occur to her
but something else did as she saw the flushed face
and fever wracked body of the man whose appeal to her
she would have thought purely physical had she given
the subject any analytic consideration; and as
a realization of his utter helplessness came to her
she bent over him and kissed first his forehead
and then his lips.

What a noble and unselfish love yours has been,
she murmured. "You have even tried to hide it that
my position might be the easier to bearand now that
it may be too late I learn that I love you--that I
have always loved you. OhBulanmy Bulanwhat a cruel
fate that permitted us to find one another only to die together!"


For a week Professor Maxon with von Horn and Sing
sought for Virginia. They could get no help from
the natives of the long-housewho feared the vengeance
of Muda Saffir should he learn that they had aided
the white men upon his trail.

And always as the three hunted through the jungle
and up and down the river there lurked ever near
a handful of the men of the tribe of the two whom
von Horn had murderedwaiting for the chance that would
give them revenge and the heads of the three they followed.
They feared the guns of the white men too much to venture
an open attackand at night the quarry never abated
their watchfulnessso that days dragged onand still
the three continued their hopeless quest unconscious
of the relentless foe that dogged their footsteps.

Von Horn was always searching for an opportunity to
enlist the aid of the friendly natives in an effort
to regain the chestbut so far he had found none
who would agree to accompany him even in consideration
of a large share of the booty. It was the treasure alone
which kept him to the search for Virginia Maxonand he
made it a point to direct the hunt always in the vicinity
of the spot where it was buriedfor a great fear consumed
him that Ninaka might return and claim it before he had a
chance to make away with it.

Three times during the week they returned and slept
at the long-househoping each time to learn that
the natives had received some news of her they sought
through the wonderful channels of communication that
seemed always open across the trackless jungle and up
and down the savagelonely rivers.

For two days Bulan lay raving in the delirium of fever
while the delicate girlunused to hardship and exposure
watched over him and nursed him with the loving tenderness
and care of a young mother with her first born.

For the most part the young giant's ravings were
inarticulatebut now and then Virginia heard
her name linked with words of reverence and worship.
The man fought again the recent battles he had passed through
and again suffered the long night watches beside the
sleeping girl who filled his heart. Then it was that
she learned the truth of his self-sacrificing devotion.
The thing that puzzled her most was the repetition of
a number and a name which ran through all his delirium-"
Nine ninety nine Priscilla."

She could make neither head nor tail of itnor was
there another word to give a clue to its meaning
so at last from constant repetition it became
a commonplace and she gave it no further thought.

The girl had given up hope that Bulan ever could
recoverso weak and emaciated had he become
and when the fever finally left him quite suddenly
she was positive that it was the beginning of the end.
It was on the morning of the seventh day since they
had commenced their wandering in search of the long-house
thatas she sat watching himshe saw his eyes resting
upon her face with a look of recognition.

Gently she took his handand at the act he smiled
at her very weakly.

You are better, Bulan,she said. "You have been very sick
but now you shall soon be well again."

She did not believe her own wordsyet the mere saying
of them gave her renewed hope.

Yes,replied the man. "I shall soon be well again.
How long have I been like this?"

For two days,she replied.

And you have watched over me alone in the jungle
for two days?he asked incredulously.

Had it been for life,she said in a low voice
it would scarce have repaid the debt I owe you.

For a long time he lay looking up into her eyes-longingly

I wish that it had been for life,he said.

At first she did not quite realize what he meant
but presently the tired and hopeless expression of
his eyes brought to her a sudden knowledge of his meaning.

Oh, Bulan,she criedyou must not say that.
Why should you wish to die?

Because I love you, Virginia,he replied.

And because, when you know what I am,
you will hate and loathe me.

On the girl's lips was an avowal of her own love
but as she bent closer to whisper the words in his ear
there came the sound of men crashing through the jungle
and as she turned to face the peril that she thought approaching
von Horn sprang into viewwhile directly behind him came
her father and Sing Lee.

Bulan saw them at the same instantand as Virginia ran
forward to greet her father he staggered weakly to his feet.
Von Horn was the first to see the young giantand with an oath
sprang toward himdrawing his revolver as he came.

You beast,he cried. "We have caught you at last."

At the words Virginia turned back toward Bulan
with a little scream of warning and of horror.
Professor Maxon was behind her.

Shoot the monster, von Horn,he ordered.
Do not let him escape.

Bulan drew himself to his full heightand though
he wavered from weaknessyet he towered mighty
and magnificent above the evil faced man who menaced him.

Shoot!he said calmly. "Death cannot come too soon now."

At the same instant von Horn pulled the trigger.
The giant's head fell backhe staggeredwhirled about
and crumpled to the earth just as Virginia Maxon's
arms closed about him.

Von Horn rushed close and pushing the girl aside
pressed the muzzle of his gun to Bulan's temple
but an avalanche of wrinkledyellow skin was upon him
before he could pull the trigger a second timeand Sing
had hurled him back a dozen feet and snatched his weapon.

Moaning and sobbing Virginia threw herself upon
the body of the man she lovedwhile Professor Maxon
hurried to her side to drag her away from the soulless
thing for whom he had once intended her.

Like a tigress the girl turned upon the two white men.

You are murderers,she cried. "Cowardly murderers.
Weak and exhausted by fever he could not combat you
and so you have robbed the world of one of the noblest
men that God ever created."

Hush!cried Professor Maxon. "Hushchildyou do
not know what you say. The thing was a monster--
a soulless monster."

At the words the girl looked up quickly at her father
a faint realization of his meaning striking her like a
blow in the face.

What do you mean?she whispered. "Who was he?"

It was von Horn who answered.

No god created that,he saidwith a contemptuous
glance at the still body of the man at their feet.
He was one of the creatures of your father's mad
experiments--the soulless thing for whose arms his
insane obsession doomed you. The thing at your feet,
Virginia, was Number Thirteen.

With a piteous little moan the girl turned back toward
the body of the young giant. A faltering step she took
toward itand then to the horror of her father
she sank upon her knees beside it and lifting
the man's head in her arms covered the face with kisses.

Virginia!cried the professor. "Are you madchild?"

I am not mad,she moanednot yet. I love him.
Man or monster, it would have been all the same to me,
for I loved him.

Her father turned awayburying his face in his hands.

God!he muttered. "What an awful punishment you
have visited upon me for the sin of the thing I did."

The silence which followed was broken by Sing who had
kneeled opposite Virginia upon the other side of Bulan
where he was feeling the giant's wrists and pressing
his ear close above his heart.

Do'n cly, Linee,said the kindly old Chinaman.
Him no dlead.Thenas he poured a pinch of brownish
powder into the man's mouth from a tiny sack he had
brought forth from the depths of one of his sleeves:
Him no mlonster either, Linee. Him white man,
alsame Mlaxon. Sing know.

The girl looked up at him in gratitude.

He is not dead, Sing? He will live?she cried.
I don't care about anything else, Sing, if you will
only make him live.

Him live. Gettem lilee flesh wounds. Las all.

What do you mean by saying that he is not a monster?
demanded von Horn.

You waitee, you dam flool,cried Sing. "I tellee
lot more I know. You waitee I flixee himand then
by GodI flixee you."

Von Horn took a menacing step toward the Chinaman
his face black with wrathbut Professor Maxon interposed.

This has gone quite far enough, Doctor von Horn,he said.
It may be that we acted hastily. I do not know, of course,
what Sing means, but I intend to find out. He has been very
faithful to us, and deserves every consideration.

Von Horn stepped backstill scowling. Sing poured
a little water between Bulan's lipsand then asked
Professor Maxon for his brandy flask. With the first
few drops of the fiery liquid the giant's eyelids moved

and a moment later he raised them and looked about him.

The first face he saw was Virginia's. It was full of
love and compassion.

They have not told you yet?he asked.

Yes,she replied. "They have told mebut it makes
no difference. You have given me the right to say it
Bulanand I do say it now againbefore them all--
I love youand that is all there is that makes
any difference."

A look of happiness lighted his face momentarilyonly
to fade as quickly as it had come.

No, Virginia,he saidsadlyit would not be right.
It would be wicked. I am not a human being. I am only
a soulless monster. You cannot mate with such as I.
You must go away with your father. Soon you will forget me.

Never, Bulan!cried the girldeterminedly.

The man was about to attempt to dissuade herwhen Sing interrupted.

You keepee still, Bulan,he said. "You wait till Sing tellee.
You no mlonster. Mlaxon he no makee you. Sing he find you
in low bloat jus' outsidee cove. You dummy. No know nothing.
No know namee. No know where comee from. No talkee.

Sing he jes' hearee Mlaxon tellee Hornee 'bout Nlumber
Thlirteen. How he makee him for Linee. Makee Linee
mally him. Sing he know what kindee fleaks Mlaxon makee.
Linee always good to old Sing. Sing he been peeking
thlu clack in wallee. See blig vlat where Thlirteen growing.

Sing he takee you to Sing's shackee that night.
Hide you till evlybody sleep. Then he sneak you
in workee shop. Kickee over vlat. Leaves you.
Nex' mlorning Mlaxon makee blig hulabaloo.
Dance up and downee. Whoop! Thlirteen clome too soonee
but allight; him fineeperfec' man. Whoop!

Anyway, you heap better for Linee than one Mlaxon's fleaks,
he concludedturning toward Bulan.

You are lying, you yellow devil,cried von Horn.

The Chinaman turned his shrewdslant eyes malevolently
upon the doctor.

Sing lies?he hissed. "Mabbeso Sing lies when
he ask what for you glet Bludleen steal tleasure.
But Lajah Saffir he come and spoil it all while you
tly glet Linee to the ship--Sing knows.

Then you tellee Mlaxon Thlirteen steal Linee.
You lie then and you knew you lie. You lie again
when Thlirteen savee Linee flom Oulang Outang--
you say you savee Linee.

Then you make bad talkee with Lajah Saffir at long-house.
Sing hear you all timee. You tly getee tleasure away
from Dlyaks for your self. Then--"

Stop!roared von Horn. "Stop! You lying yellow sneak
before I put a bullet in you."

Both of you may stop now,said Professor Maxon
authoritatively. "There have been charges made here
that cannot go unnoticed. Can you prove these things Sing?"
he asked turning to the Chinaman.

I plove much by Bludleen's lascar. Bludleen tell
him all 'bout Hornee. I plove some more by Dyak chief
at long-house. He knows lots. Lajah Saffir tell him.
It all tlue, Mlaxon.

And it is true about this man--the thing that you
have told us is true? He is not one of those created
in the laboratory?

No, Mlaxon. You no makee fine young man like Blulan--
you know lat, Mlaxon. You makee One, Two, Thlee--
all up to Twelve. All fleaks. You ought to know,
Mlaxon, lat you no can makee a Blulan.

During these revelations Bulan had sat with his
eyes fixed upon the Chinaman. There was a puzzled
expression upon his wanblood-streaked face.
It was as though he were trying to wrest from the inner temple
of his consciousness a vague and tantalizing memory
that eluded him each time that he felt he had it within
his grasp--the key to the strange riddle that hid his origin.

The girl kneeled close beside himone small hand in his.
Hope and happiness had supplanted the sorrow in her face.
She tore the hem from her skirtto bandage the bloody
furrow that creased the man's temple. Professor Maxon
stood silently bywatching the loving tenderness
that marked each deftlittle movement of her strongbrown hands.

The revelations of the past few minutes had shocked
the old man into stupefied silence. It was difficult
almost impossiblefor him to believe that Sing
had spoken the truth and that this man was not one of
the creatures of his own creation; yet from the bottom
of his heart he prayed that it might prove the truth
for he saw that his daughter loved the man with a love
that would be stayed by no obstacle or bound by no man-made law
or social custom.

The Chinaman's indictment of von Horn had come as an
added blow to Professor Maxonbut it had brought its
own supporting evidence in the flood of recollections
it had induced in the professor's mind. Now he recalled
a hundred chance incidents and conversations with his
assistant that pointed squarely toward the man's disloyalty
and villainy. He wondered that he had been so blind
as not to have suspected his lieutenant long before.

Virginia had at last succeeded in adjusting her rude
bandage and stopping the flow of blood. Bulan had
risen weakly to his feet. The girl supported him upon
one sideand Sing upon the other. Professor Maxon
approached the little group.

I do not know what to make of all that Sing has told us,

he said. "If you are not Number Thirteen who are you?
Where did you come from? It seems very strange indeed--
impossiblein fact. Howeverif you will explain who you are
I shall be glad to--ah--consider--ah--permitting you to pay court
to my daughter."

I do not know who I am,replied Bulan. "I had always
thought that I was only Number Thirteenuntil Sing
just spoke. Now I have a faint recollection
of drifting for days upon the sea in an open boat--
beyond that all is blank. I shall not force my attentions
upon Virginia until I can prove my identityand that
my past is one which I can lay before her without shame
--until then I shall not see her."

You shall do nothing of the kind,cried the girl.
You love me, and I you. My father intended to force
me to marry you while he still thought that you were
a soulless thing. Now that it is quite apparent
that you are a human being, and a gentleman, he hesitates,
but I do not. As I have told you before, it makes no
difference to me what you are. You have told me that
you love me. You have demonstrated a love that is high,
and noble, and self-sacrificing. More than that no girl
needs to know. I am satisfied to be the wife of Bulan--
if Bulan is satisfied to have the daughter of the man
who has so cruelly wronged him.

An arm went around the girl's shoulders and drew her
close to the man she had glorified with her loyalty
and her love. The other hand was stretched out toward
Professor Maxon.

Professor,said Bulanin the face of what Sing has
told us, in the face of a disinterested comparison
between myself and the miserable creatures of your
experiments, is it not folly to suppose that I am one
of them? Some day I shall recall my past, until that
time shall prove my worthiness I shall not ask for
Virginia's hand, and in this decision she must concur,
for the truth might reveal some insurmountable obstacle
to our marriage. In the meantime let us be friends,
professor, for we are both actuated by the same desire--
the welfare and happiness of your daughter.

The old man stepped forward and took Bulan's hand.
The expression of doubt and worry had left his face.

I cannot believe,he saidthat you are other than
a gentleman, and if, in my desire to protect Virginia,
I have said aught to wound you I ask your forgiveness.

Bulan responded only with a tighter pressure of the hand.

And now,said the professorlet us return to the
long-house. I wish to have a few words in private
with you, von Horn,and he turned to face his assistant
but the man had disappeared.

Where is Doctor von Horn?exclaimed the scientist
addressing Sing.

Hornee, him vamoose long time 'go,replied
the Chinaman. "He hear all he likee."

Slowly the little party wound along the jungle trail
and in less than a mileto Virginia's infinite
surprisecame out upon the river and the long-house
that she and Bulan had searched for in vain.

And to think,she criedthat all these awful days
we have been almost within sound of your voices.
What strange freak of fate sent you to us today?

We had about given up hope,replied her father
when Sing suggested to me that we cut across the highlands
that separate this valley from the one adjoining it
upon the northeast, where we should strike other tribes
and from them glean some clue to your whereabouts
in case your abductors had attempted to carry you back
to the sea by another route. This seemed likely in view
of the fact that we were assured by enemies of Muda
Saffir that you were not in his possession, and that
the river we were bound for would lead your captors
most quickly out of the domains of that rascally Malay.
You may imagine our surprise, Virginia, when after
proceeding for but a mile we discovered you.

No sooner had the party entered the verandah of the
long-house than Professor Maxon made inquiries for von
Hornonly to learn that he had departed up stream
in a prahu with several warriors whom he had engaged
to accompany him on a "hunting expedition having
explained that the white girl had been found and was
being brought to the long-house.

The chief further explained that he had done his best
to dissuade the white man from so rash an act, as he
was going directly into the country of the tribe
of the two men he had killed, and there was little chance
that he ever would come out alive.

While they were still discussing von Horn's act,
and wondering at his intentions, a native on the verandah
cried out in astonishment, pointing down the river.
As they looked in the direction he indicated all saw a
graceful, white cutter gliding around a nearby turn.
At the oars were white clad American sailors,
and in the stern two officers in the uniform
of the United States navy.


As the cutter touched the bank the entire party from
the long-house, whites and natives, were gathered on
the shore to meet it. At first the officers held off
as though fearing a hostile demonstration, but when
they saw the whites among the throng, a command was
given to pull in, and a moment later one of the
officers stepped ashore.

I am Lieutenant May he said, of the U.S.S. New
Mexicoflagship of the Pacific Fleet. Have I the

honor to address Professor Maxon?"

The scientist nodded. "I am delighted he said.

We have been to your islandProfessor continued
the officer, and judging from the evidences of hasty
departureand the corpses of several natives there
I feared that some harm had befallen you. We therefore
cruised along the Bornean coast making inquiries
of the natives until at last we found one who had heard
a rumor of a party of whites being far in the interior
searching for a white girl who had been stolen from them
by pirates.

The farther up this river we have come the greater our
assurance that we were on the right trail, for scarcely
a native we interrogated but had seen or heard of some
of your party. Mixed with the truth they told us were
strange tales of terrible monsters led by a gigantic
white man.

The imaginings of childish minds,said the professor.
However, why, my dear lieutenant, did you honor me by
visiting my island?

The officer hesitated a moment before answeringhis
eyes running about over the assembly as though in
search of someone.

Well, Professor Maxon, to be quite frank,he said at
lengthwe learned at Singapore the personnel of your party,
which included a former naval officer whom we have been seeking
for many years. We came to your island to arrest this man--
I refer to Doctor Carl von Horn.

When the lieutenant learned of the recent disappearance
of the man he soughthe expressed his determination
to push on at once in pursuit; and as Professor Maxon
feared again to remain unprotected in the heart
of the Bornean wilderness his entire party was taken
aboard the cutter.

A few miles up the river they came upon one of the
Dyaks who had accompanied von Horna few hours earlier.
The warrior sat smoking beside a beached prahu.
When interrogated he explained that von Horn
and the balance of his crew had gone inland
leaving him to guard the boat. He said that
he thought he could guide them to the spot
where the white man might be found.

Professor Maxon and Sing accompanied one of the officers
and a dozen sailors in the wake of the Dyak guide.
Virginia and Bulan remained in the cutteras the latter
was still too weak to attempt the hard march through the jungle.
For an hour the party traversed the trail in the wake of von Horn
and his savage companions. They had come almost to the spot when
their ears were assailed by the weird and blood curdling yells
of native warriorsand a moment later von Horn's escort dashed
into view in full retreat.

At sight of the white men they halted in relief
pointing back in the direction they had come
and jabbering excitedly in their native tongue.

Warily the party advanced again behind these new guides;
but when they reached the spot they soughtthe cause
of the Dyaks' panic had fledwarneddoubtless
by their trained ears of the approach of an enemy.

The sight that met the eyes of the searchers told all
of the story that they needed to know. A hole had been
excavated in the groundpartially uncovering a heavy chest
and across this chest lay the headless body of Doctor Carl von Horn.

Lieutenant May turned toward Professor Maxon with a questioning look.

It is he,said the scientist.

But the chest?inquired the officer.

Mlaxon's tleasure,spoke up Sing Lee. "Hornee him
tly steal it for long time."

Treasure!ejaculated the professor. "Bududreen gave
up his life for this. Rajah Muda Saffir fought and
intrigued and murdered for possession of it! Poor
misguided von Horn has died for itand left his head
to wither beneath the rafters of a Dyak long-house!
It is incredible."

But, Professor Maxon,said Lieutenant May
men will suffer all these things and more for gold.

Gold!cried the professor. "Whymanthat is a box
of books on biology and eugenics."

My God!exclaimed Mayand von Horn was accredited
to be one of the shrewdest swindlers and adventurers
in America! But come, we may as well return to the
cutter--my men will carry the chest.

No!exclaimed Professor Maxon with a vehemence the
other could not understand. "Let them bury it again
where it lies. It and what it contains have been the
cause of sufficient misery and suffering and crime.
Let it lie where it is in the heart of savage Borneo
and pray to God that no man ever finds itand that
I shall forget forever that which is in it."

On the morning of the third day following the death
of von Horn the New Mexico steamed away from the coast
of Borneo. Upon her decklooking back toward the
verdure clad hillsstood Virginia and Bulan.

Thank heaven,exclaimed the girl ferventlythat we
are leaving it behind us forever.

Amen,replied Bulanbut yet, had it not been for
Borneo I might never have found you.

We should have met elsewhere then, Bulan,said the
girl in a low voicefor we were made for one another.
No power on earth could have kept us apart. In your
true guise you would have found me--I am sure of it.

It is maddening, Virginia,said the manto be
constantly straining every resource of my memory
in futile endeavor to catch and hold one fleeting clue

to my past. Why, dear, do you realize that I may have
been a fugitive from justice, as was von Horn, a vile
criminal perhaps. It is awful, Virginia, to
contemplate the horrible possibilities of my lost past.

No, Bulan, you could never have been a criminal,
replied the loyal girlbut there is one possibility
that has been haunting me constantly. It frightens me
just to think of it--it is,and the girl lowered her
voice as though she feared to say the thing she dreaded
mostit is that you may have loved another--that--
that you may even be married.

Bulan was about to laugh away any such fears when the
gravity and importance of the possibility impressed him
quite as fully as it had Virginia. He saw that it was
not at all unlikely that he was already a married man;
and he saw too what the girl now acknowledged
that they might never wed until the mystery
of his past had been cleared away.

There is something that gives weight to my fear,
continued Virginiasomething that I had almost
forgotten in the rush and excitement of events during
the past few days. During your delirium your ravings were,
for the most part, quite incoherent, but there was one name
that you repeated many times--a woman's name, preceded by a number.
It was `Nine ninety nine Priscilla.' Maybe she--

But Virginia got no further. With a low exclamation
of delight Bulan caught her in his arms.

It is all right, dear,he cried. "It is all right.
Everything has come back to me now. You have given me
the clue. Nine ninety nine Priscilla is my father's
address--Nine ninety nine Priscilla Avenue.

I am Townsend J. Harper, Jr. You have heard of my father.
Every one has since he commenced consolidating interurban
traction companies. And I'm not married, Virginia,
and never have been; but I shall be if this miserable
old mud scow ever reaches Singapore.

Oh, Bulan,cried the girlhow in the world did you
ever happen to come to that terrible island of ours?

I came for you, dear,he replied. "It is a long story.
After dinner I will tell you all of it that I can recall.
For the present it must suffice you to know that I followed
you from the railway station at Ithaca half around the world
for a love that had been born from a single glance at your
sweet face as you passed me to enter your Pullman.

On my father's yacht I reached your island after trailing
you to Singapore. It was a long and tedious hunt and we
followed many blind leads, but at last we came off an island
upon which natives had told us such a party as yours was living.
Five of us put off in a boat to explore--that is the last
that I can recall. Sing says he found me alone in a row boat,
a `dummy.'

Virginia sighedand crept closer to him.

You may be the son of the great Townsend J. Harper,

you have been the soulless Number Thirteen;
but to me you will always be Bulan, for it was
Bulan whom I learned to love.