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Updated: September 4, 2025
But just as peace seemed restored, a great shout went up from the Baram men, "Tama Bulan is wounded"; and sure enough there he stood with blood flowing freely over his face.
"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.
After much preliminary talking, two chicks were brought and a bundle of old sword-blades, which Tama Bulan, in his character of peace-maker, carries with him whenever he travels abroad. A chief of either party took a chick and a sword and presented them to the other.
"What a noble and unselfish love yours has been," she murmured. "You have even tried to hide it that my position might be the easier to bear, and now that it may be too late I learn that I love you that I have always loved you. Oh, Bulan, my Bulan, what a cruel fate that permitted us to find one another only to die together!" For a week Professor Maxon with von Horn and Sing sought for Virginia.
Yet a promise was a promise, and, again, was it not true that but for von Horn she would have been dead or worse than dead in a short time had she not been rescued from the clutches of the soulless Bulan? Thus did the old man justify his action, and clinch the determination that he had before reached to compel Virginia to wed von Horn should she, from some incomprehensible motive, demur.
Kill the men," and the same to the hairy and terrible Number Three. Both the creatures awoke and rose to their hands and knees without noise that could be heard above the chattering of the natives, who had crowded forward to view the dead bodies of von Horn's victims. Silently Bulan came to his feet, the two monsters at his back rising and pressing close behind him.
No sooner had Bulan and his party disappeared in the jungle than Barunda and Ninaka made haste to embark with the chest and the girl and push rapidly on up the river toward the wild and inaccessible regions of the interior. Virginia Maxon's strong hope of succor had been gradually waning as no sign of the rescue party appeared as the day wore on.
Bulan still carried his heavy bull whip while his five companions were armed with the parangs they had taken from the Dyaks they had overpowered upon the island at the mouth of the river. It was upon this strange and remarkable company that the sharp eyes of a score of river Dyaks peered through the foliage.
He is not one of those created in the laboratory?" "No, Mlaxon. You no makee fine young man like Blulan you know lat, Mlaxon. You makee One, Two, Thlee all up to Twelve. All fleaks. You ought to know, Mlaxon, lat you no can makee a Blulan." During these revelations Bulan had sat with his eyes fixed upon the Chinaman. There was a puzzled expression upon his wan, blood-streaked face.
Weaker and weaker became the struggles of them all, when a sudden misstep sent Bulan stumbling headforemost against the stem of a tree, where, stunned, he sank unconscious, at the mercy of the relentless bulls.
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