TO KILL!
The Rajah Muda Saffir, of the and which Bududreen to the of his agreement with the former, he was to deliver into the hands of the a maiden, at last to act upon his own initiative. The truth of the was that he had come to the of the of the Ithaca, and not of the great them to Bududreen's to the girl for himself.
So it was that as the second of the Ithaca with his six men the of the little toward the and the ship, a of ten by over five hundred Dyaks and by Muda Saffir himself, into the little upon the opposite of the island, and but a of a mile from camp.
At the same moment Horn was leading Virginia Maxon and from the north where resistance, if there was to be any, would be most likely to occur. At his superior's Bududreen had to the men the enclosure, and a moment later six to his side.
The moment that Horn and the girl were by the darkness, the seven moved along the of the toward the north campong. There was in the of of them, and and in the of all. There was no single one who would not his best friend for a of silver, any but was and to the end that he might alone the and the girl.
It was such a pack of that Bududreen toward the north to away the treasure. In the of the leader was the that he had planted of terror in their to make the of the author of their for his murder; for Bududreen was too to give the order for the killing of a white man—the arm of the white man's law was too long—but he that he would were he to the with the knowledge that only a man with the of his perfidy.
While these events were Number Thirteen was and the length of the workshop. But a time he had had his author—the author of his misery—within the four of his prison, and yet he had not the that was in his heart. Twice he had been on the point of upon the man, but times the other's had met his and something which he was not able to had him. Now that the other had gone and he was alone of the that had been done again the gates of his rage.
The that he had been by this man—made in the of a being, yet by the manner of his a place among the of Nature's creatures—filled him with fury, but it was not this that him to the of madness. It was the knowledge, by Horn, that Virginia Maxon would look upon him in horror, as a and monstrosity.
He had no and no he might his toward this creature. All he was that his life would be complete he be near her always—see her and speak with her daily. He had of her almost since those short, moments that he had her in his arms. Again and again he in the that had through every of his being at the of her and face. And the more he let his mind upon the that was him of his origin, the his against his creator.
It was now dark without. The door leading to Professor Maxon's campong, left in the by Horn for of his own, was still through a of on the part of the professor.
Number Thirteen approached this door. He his hand upon the knob. A moment later he was moving across the toward the house in which Professor Maxon peacefully sleeping; while at the south gate Bududreen and his six and in the of the toward the where the of their desire. At the same Muda Saffir with fifty of his head-hunting Dyaks from the east of the camp, on the of the girl the Malay and her away to his the of his Bornean principality.
Number Thirteen the of the house and through the window into the room, where an oil lamp, low, the interior, which he saw was unoccupied. Going to the door he pushed it open and entered the apartment. All was still within. He for some which might lead him to the he sought, or him from the of the girl or that of Horn—his was with Professor Maxon. He did not wish to the others he to be sleeping the structure—a low, of eight rooms.
Cautiously he approached one of the four doors which opened from the room. Gently he the and pushed the door ajar. The of the was in darkness, but Number Thirteen's was that he might have upon the sleeping room of Virginia Maxon, and that if she were to him there, not only would she be frightened, but her would the other of the dwelling.
The of the that his presence would her, the knowledge that she would look upon him as a monstrosity, added new fuel to the of that in his against the man who had him. With fists, and tight set the great, moved across the dark with the of a tiger. Feeling him with hands and he the of the room he the bed.
Scarce he over and across the with his in search of his prey—the was empty. With the came a that sent him into a cold sweat. Weakly, he seated himself upon the of the bed. Had his the of Professor Maxon the they would have their until life had left the of the scientist, but now that the of the man's had come and gone he himself for the time by doubts.
Suddenly he the that the man life he was the father of the he adored. Perhaps she loved him and would be were he taken away from her. Number Thirteen did not know, of course, but the idea itself, and had weight to him to seated upon the of the upon the act he contemplated. He had by no means up the idea of killing Professor Maxon, but now there were and which had not been before.
His of right and were but formed, from the of Professor Maxon and Horn to proper in a mind of toward either good or bad, but he one thing most perfectly—that to be a thing was to be in the of Virginia Maxon, and it now to him that to kill her father would be the act of a being. It was this more than another that him to pause in the of his revenge, since he that the act he would him the very thing he was, yet not to be.
At length, however, he slowly that no act of his would the of his origin; that nothing would make him in her eyes, and with a shake of his he and toward the room to continue his search for the professor.
In the Bududreen and his men had easily the chest. Dragging it into the north the Malay was about to himself upon the with which the had been when one of his his of going to the house for the purpose of Professor Maxon, the of his should overtake them with some terrible when the of the should be discovered.
While this met with Bududreen's plans he the man against any such act that he might have to prove that he not only had no hand in the crime, but had his authority to prevent it; but when two of the men themselves from the party and toward the no was to stop them.
The moon had now, so that from the dark of the Muda Saffir and his the party with Bududreen about the chest, and saw the two who toward the house. To Muda Saffir's mind there was but one explanation. Bududreen had a rich treasure, and having that had two of his men to him the girl also.
Rajah Muda Saffir was furious. In he sent a dozen of his Dyaks the of the to the opposite of the where they were to enter the building, killing all the girl, they were to to the beach and the prahus.
Then with the of his he alone in the until opposite Bududreen and the about the chest. Just as the two who toward the it, Muda Saffir gave the word for the attack upon the Malays and who the treasure. With they upon the men. Parangs and in the moonlight. There was a and encounter, for the Bududreen and his had had no but to fight, so had the upon them.
In a moment the Borneo had added five to their record. Bududreen and another were toward the the campong.
As Number Thirteen to continue his search for Professor Maxon his quick ear the of upon the verandah. As he paused to there upon the still night the of the Dyaks, and the and of their in the without. Almost Professor Maxon and Sing into the room to the of the wild alarm, while at the same Bududreen's through the door with krisses, to be almost by Muda Saffir's six Dyaks their long and parangs.
In an the little room was with howling, men. The Dyaks, orders as well as them to a massacre, upon Bududreen's who, in the small room, like for their lives, so that when the Dyaks had overcome them two of their own number the of Bududreen's henchmen.
Sing and Professor Maxon in the to the professor's room upon the of in and consternation. The scientist was unarmed, but Sing a long, looking Colt in for any contingency. It was the was no to the use of his weapon, to the moments of and which its use, for he no more than had he been but out his wash.
As Number Thirteen the two men from the dark of the room in which he stood, he saw that were calm—the Chinaman with the of perfect courage, the other through of full of the which him. In the of the a gleam—it was the wild light of that the of the attack had to a culmination.
Now the four Dyaks were upon the two men. Sing his and at the foremost, and at the same Professor Maxon, with a shrill, scream, himself full upon a second. Number Thirteen saw the blood from a in the of the who Sing's bullet, but for a of the had no effect. Then Sing the again and again, but the would not and the upon the empty cartridge. As two of the closed upon him the Chinaman his and them at the skulls.
The man with Professor Maxon had had no opportunity to use his for the man him close with one arm while he and at him with his free hand. The fourth Dyak around the two with for an opening that he might deliver a upon the white man's skull.
The great against the two men—their in the of death, their danger—and last and greatest, the that one was the father of the he worshipped, a in Number Thirteen. In an he that he had come here to kill the white-haired man, and with a in the center of the room—an above the four.
The of the Dyak who Professor Maxon's life was already as a hand the of the hunter; but then it was too late to more than the weight of the blow, and the of the into the of the white man. As he to his his other an arm from the which had it to his side, but he the a with the knife that up to now he had been unable to use, Number Thirteen had his man across the room and was upon him who the scientist.
Tearing him from his prey, he him above his and him against the opposite wall, then he his attention toward Sing's assailants. All that had so saved the Chinaman from death was the that the two were each so to secure his for the of his own particular long-house that they with one another in the of their common desire.
Although for his life, Sing had not failed to note the of the giant, the part he had played in the professor, so that it was with a of that he saw the turn his attention toward those who were the of his own existence.
The two Dyaks who the which nature had set upon the Chinaman's were so with their that they nothing of the presence of Number Thirteen until a hand each by the and they were from the floor, for an instant, and then to the opposite end of the room upon the of the two who had them.
As Sing came to his he Professor Maxon in a of his own blood, a great in his forehead. He saw the white looking upon the old man. Across the room the four Dyaks were consciousness. Slowly and they their feet, and that no attention was being paid them, a parting, look at the who had them with his hands, and out into the of the campong.
When they up with Rajah Muda Saffir near the beach, they a of fifty terrible white men with they had valiantly, killing many, they had been to in the of odds. They that then they had only returned the girl was not in the house—otherwise they should have her to their master as he had directed.
Now Muda Saffir nothing that they said, but he was well pleased with the great which had so into his hands, and he to make sure of that by it to his own land—later he return for the girl. So the ten of the Malay out of the little upon the east of the island, and their way toward the south its southern and away for Borneo.
In the the north Sing and Number Thirteen had Professor Maxon to his bed, and the Chinaman was in and the that had left the older man unconscious. The white him his every move. He was trying to why sometimes men killed one another and again and nursed. He was as to the of his own in toward Professor Maxon. At last he gave the problem up as his powers of solution, and at Sing's set about the of helping to nurse the man he the author of his and a minutes he had come to kill.
As the two over the man their ears were by a wild from the direction of the workshop. There were of upon wood, loud and roars, with and and the strange, of things.
Sing looked up at his companion.
"Whallee mallee?" he asked.
The did not answer. An of pain his features, and he shuddered—but not from fear.
