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-house, who 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 murdered, waiting 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 attack, and at night
the quarry never abated their watchfulness, so that days dragged on,
and 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 chest, but 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 Maxon, and he made it a point to direct
the hunt always in the vicinity of the spot where it was buried, for 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-house,
hoping 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
savage, lonely rivers.
For two days Bulan lay raving in the delirium of fever, while the
delicate girl, unused 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 inarticulate, but 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 it, nor 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 recover, so 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 that, as she sat watching him,
she saw his eyes resting upon her face with a look of recognition.
Gently she took his hand, and 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 words, yet the mere saying of them gave her
"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
"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, wistfully.
"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 cried, "you must not say that. Why should you wish to
"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 view, while directly
behind him came her father and Sing Lee.
Bulan saw them at the same instant, and as Virginia ran forward to
greet her father he staggered weakly to his feet. Von Horn was the
first to see the young giant, and with an oath sprang toward him,
drawing 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 height, and though he wavered from
weakness, yet 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
back, he staggered, whirled 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 wrinkled, yellow skin
was upon him before he could pull the trigger a second time, and 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
loved, while 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. "Hush, child, you 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 said, with 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
With a piteous little moan the girl turned back toward the body of the
young giant. A faltering step she took toward it, and 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 mad, child?"
"I am not mad," she moaned, "not yet. I love him. Man or monster, it
would have been all the same to me, for I loved him."
Her father turned away, burying 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."
Then, as 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
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
"You waitee, you dam flool," cried Sing. "I tellee lot more I know.
You waitee I flixee him, and then, by God, I flixee you."
Von Horn 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
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
"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
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
"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
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.
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 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
"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 answering, his eyes running about
over the assembly as though in search of someone.
"Well, Professor Maxon, to be quite frank," he said at length, "we
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
sought, he 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 Horn, a 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 cutter, as 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 warriors, and 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 sought, the cause of the Dyaks' panic
had fled, warned, doubtless, by their trained ears of the approach of
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 ground,
partially 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
"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 it, and left
his head to wither beneath the rafters of a Dyak long-house! It is
"But, Professor Maxon," said Lieutenant May, "men will suffer all these
things and more for gold."
"Gold!" cried the professor. "Why, man, that is a box of books on
biology and eugenics."
"My God!" exclaimed May, "and 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 it, and 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 deck, looking
back toward the verdure clad hills, stood Virginia and Bulan.
"Thank heaven," exclaimed the girl fervently, "that we are leaving it
behind us forever."
"Amen," replied Bulan, "but 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
voice, "for 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
"It is maddening, Virginia," said the man, "to 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
"No, Bulan, you could never have been a criminal," replied the loyal