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When Ninaka had disappeared down the river trail Bulan lay speculating upon the strange actions he had witnessed. He wondered why the men should dig a hole in the midst of the jungle to hide away the box which he had so often seen in Professor Maxon's workshop.
"You see," said von Horn, "when I reached the spot Number Three, the brute that you thought was an ape, had just turned you over to Number Thirteen, or, as the natives now call him, Bulan. You were then in a faint, and when I attacked Bulan he dropped you to defend himself.
When all had been made to appear as it was before, one of the warriors made several cuts and scratches upon the stem of a tree which grew above the spot where the chest was buried; then they hastened on in silence past Bulan and down the river. As von Horn stood by the river's bank after his conversation with Virginia, he saw a small sampan approaching from up stream.
You cannot mate with such as I. You must go away with your father. Soon you will forget me." "Never, Bulan!" cried the girl, determinedly. The man was about to attempt to dissuade her, when Sing interrupted. "You keepee still, Bulan," he said. "You wait till Sing tellee. You no mlonster. Mlaxon he no makee you. Sing he find you in low bloat jus' outsidee cove. You dummy. No know nothing.
Bulan saw them at the same instant, and as Virginia ran forward to greet her father he staggered weakly to his feet. Von Horn was the first to see the young giant, and with an oath sprang toward him, drawing his revolver as he came. "You beast," he cried. "We have caught you at last." At the words Virginia turned back toward Bulan with a little scream of warning and of horror.
On the morning that Bulan set out with his three monsters from the deserted long-house in which they had spent the night, Professor Maxon's party was speeding up the river, constantly buoyed with hope by the repeated reports of natives that the white girl had been seen passing in a war prahu.
Bulan was in the lead, and close behind him in single file lumbered his awkward crew. Suddenly there was a chorus of savage cries close beside him and simultaneously he found himself in the midst of twenty cutting, slashing parangs. Like lightning his bull whip flew into action, and to the astonished warriors it was as though a score of men were upon them in the person of this mighty white giant.
And while you, Bulan, are beautiful, yet you are as much a soulless thing as we that much von Horn taught us well. So I believe that it would be better were we to keep forever from the sight of men. I do not much like the thought of living with these strange, hairy monsters, but we might find a place here in the jungle where we could live alone and in peace."
Borneo Proper, the northern and northwestern part of the island; an independent Malay state. Borneons, the Malay inhabitants of Borneo Proper. Bruni, the native name for Borneo. Bugis, natives of Celebes. Bulan, the Moon, a poetical title of honor to a pirate-chief. Campong, a native village, or town. Datu, a cape or point of land to the northwest of the river Banjamassim.
The lips of the nearest were raised in an angry snarl that exposed wicked looking fighting fangs, but the beasts did not seem inclined to initiate hostilities, and as they were unarmed and evidently but engaged upon their own affairs Bulan decided to withdraw without arousing them further.
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