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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 him."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.