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
With a snapping of iron butts and a splintering of wood the obstacle burst inward.Page 29
Toward this the lad led the way.Page 30
Herr Skopf shook his head; then he scratched it.Page 35
He often scolded her for nothing, quite habitually terminating his tirades by cruelly beating her, until her little body was black and blue.Page 37
"Geeka loves Meriem," she whispered.Page 39
"Mbeeda," came the reply.Page 60
The moon flooded it with silvery light.Page 61
He was coming home.Page 71
She leaned forward and touched the hilt of the long knife that the Arab wore.Page 89
He did not wish to be separated from Korak.Page 95
Korak joyed in the thrills of the highflung upper terraces of the great forest, where, unhampered and unhindered, he might laugh down upon the great brutes who must keep forever to the darkness and the gloom of the musty soil.Page 100
To right and left he swung crushing blows to the faces of his human antagonists--to the dogs he paid not the slightest attention other than to seize the more persistent and wring their necks with a single quick movement of the wrist.Page 127
The result was that by the end of the first year none might have guessed that Meriem ever had existed beyond the lap of culture and luxury.Page 131
Why did the kid not run away? And then she came.Page 153
Both men were silent for a time.Page 159
A black, therefore, preceded him on foot.Page 178
the eyes of the rest-loving blacks, to cut down.Page 194
The Hon.Page 218
Meriem was almost at Korak's side when Tantor saw the long knife in her hand, and then he broke forth from the jungle, bellowing horribly, and charged down upon the frail girl.Page 220
" Two days later the three dropped from the trees on the edge of the plain across which they could see the smoke rising from the bungalow and the cook house chimneys.