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d 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 haunches； or 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 hand； and 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 asked； directing 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 surprise； but before he had an opportunity to reply a woman's scream； shrill with horror； smote 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 single； haunting cry had come。
Virginia Maxon； idling beneath the leafy shade of the tropical foliage； became presently aware that she had wandered farther from the campong than she had intended。 The day was sultry； and the heat； even in the dense shade of the jungle； oppressive。 Slowly she retraced her steps； her eyes upon the ground； her 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 dirty； white cotton pajamas！ Its face was of the ashen hue of a fresh corpse； while the white hair and pink eyes denoted the absence of pigment； a characteristic of albinos。
One eye was fully twice the diameter of the other； and 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 chinless； and 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 mate； which was itself long in proportion to the torso； while the legs； similarly mismated and terminating in huge； flat feet that protruded laterally； caused 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 woman； but 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 matter； so fragile was she； to gather her up in those great； brute arms and carry her deep into the jungle far out of hearing of the bull…whip man and the cold； frowning one who was continually measuring and weighing Number One and his companions； the while he scrutinized them with those strange； glittering eyes that frightened one even more than the cruel lash of the bull whip。
Number One lurched forward； his arms outstretched toward the horror stricken girl。 Virginia tried to cry out againshe 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 secondand then there was a sudden crashing of the underbrush behind her； a yellow； wrinkled face and a flying pig…tail shot past her； and the brave old Sing Lee grappled with the mighty monster that threatened her。
The battle was shortshort and terrible。 The valiant Chinaman sought the ashen throat of his antagonist； but his wiry； sinewy muscles were as reeds beneath the force of that inhuman power that opposed them。 Holding the girl at arm's length in one hand； Number One tore the battling Chinaman from him with the other； and lifting him bodily above his head； hurled 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。
4
A NEW FACE
As Professor Maxon and von Horn rushed from the workshop to their own campong； they neglected； in their haste； to lock the door between； and 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 experiment； the while he coached the young man in the first rudiments of spoken language； and now the subject of his labors found himself suddenly deserted and alone。 He had not yet been without the four walls of the workshop； as the professor had wished to keep him from association with the grotesque results of his earlier experiments； and 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 dome； and 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 Nature； free and unconfined； upon his brow。
He drew his giant frame to its full height and drank in the freedom and the sweetness of it all； filling 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 more； and 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 self； he passed across the enclosure and stepped out into the clearing which lay between the palisade and the jungle。
Ah； here was a still more beautiful world！ The green leaves nodded to him； and at their invitation he came and the jungle reached out its million arms to embrace him。 Now before him； behind； on 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 all； skimming hither and thither above his headhe thought that the flowers and the birds were the same； and when he reached out and plucked a blossom； tenderly； he wondered that it did not flutter in his hand。 On and on he walked； but slowly； for he must not miss a single sight in the strange and wonderful place； and then； of a sudden； the 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 differentvery 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 him； though he did not understand the words upon her lips； he 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 man； clothed in coarse； white； native pajamas； confronting 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 hope； and 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 before； when Sing had threatened to filch his new possession from him； Number One held the girl with one hand while he met the attack of this new assailan