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s with his back against it； and there； in 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 sweet； pure face of the girl whose image he had set up in the inner temple of his being； as a gentle； guiding divinity。
〃He made me without a soul；〃 he repeated over and over again to himself； 〃but I have found a soulshe 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 itfingers 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 soul； for 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 meyet he never doubts his own possession of a soul。 It would not allow me to revel in the coarse brutalities of von Hornand I am sure that von Horn thinks he has a soul。 And if the savage men who came tonight to kill have souls； then I am glad that my soul is after my own choosingI 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 again； and 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 before； but principally in order that he might search for the lost girl。 Of course he had not the remotest idea where to look for her； but 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 him； and 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 rose； looking 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 Twelve； still 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 methose 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 gateonly Number Ten and Number Three held back。 The young man walked quickly to where they stood eyeing him sullenly。 The others halted to watchready to spring upon their new master should the tide of the impending battle turn against him。 The two mutineers backed away snarling； their 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 Ten； for 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 hands； and in another second they were locked in a clinch； tearing at one another like two great gorillas。 For a moment Number Three stood watching the battle； and 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 antagonist； while the long； uneven 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 brainless； acting upon the impulse of suggestion； leaped in among the fighters； striking and biting at Number Thirteen。 It was all that was neededanother second found the whole monstrous crew upon the single man。
His mighty strength availed him but little in the unequal conflicteleven to one were too great odds even for those powerful thews。 His great advantage lay in his superior intelligence； but 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 moredragged 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 here； at last； with his back to the structure； Number Thirteen regained his feet； and with the heavy stock of the bull whip beat off； for a moment； those nearest him。 All were winded； but when those who were left of the eleven original antagonists drew back to regain their breath； the 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 fist； while 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 gatebut 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 refreshed； they set out once more after the leader who wandered aimlessly beneath the shade of the tall jungle trees amidst the gorgeous tropic blooms and gay； songless birds and of the twelve only the leader saw the beauties that surrounded them or felt the strange； mysterious influence of the untracked world they trod。 Chance took them toward the west until presently they emerged upon the harbor's edge； where 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 Saffir； caught 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 moored； and 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 owner； but when he rounded the point and came in sight of the stranded wreck he put all such thoughts from him and