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took a menacing step toward the Chinaman, his face black with wrath, but 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 back, still scowling. Sing poured a little water between Bulan’s lips, and 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 me, but it makes no difference. You have given me the right to say it, Bulan, and I do say it now again, before them all— I love you, and that is all there is that makes any difference.”

A look of happiness lighted his face momentarily, only to fade as quickly as it had come.

“No, Virginia,” he said, sadly, “it 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 girl, determinedly.

The man was about to attempt to dissuade her, when 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 finee, perfec’ man. Whoop!

“Anyway, you heap better for Linee than one Mlaxon’s fleaks,” he concluded, turning toward Bulan.

“You are lying, you yellow devil,” cried von Horn.

The Chinaman turned his shrewd, slant 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 wan, blood-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 him, one small hand in his. Hope and happiness had supplanted the sorrow in her face. She tore the hem from her skirt, to bandage the bloody furrow that creased the man’s temple. Professor Maxon stood silently by, watching the loving tenderness that marked each deft, little movement of her strong, brown hands.

The revelations of the past few minutes had shocked the old man into stupefied silence. It was difficult, almost impossible, for 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 Maxon, but 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 side, and 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— impossible, in fact. However, if 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 Thirteen, until 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 identity, and 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 Bulan, “in 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 said, “that 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 professor, “let 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 mile, to Virginia’s infinite surprise, came out upon the river and the long-house that she and Bulan had searched for in vain.

“And to think,” she cried, “that 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 Horn, only 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.

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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 Mexico, flagship 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 island, Professor,” continued the officer, “and judging from the evidences of hasty departure, and the corpses of several natives there, I feared that some

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