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Updated: June 23, 2025
Had his fingers found the throat of Professor Maxon beneath the coverlet they would never have released their hold until life had forever left the body of the scientist, but now that the highest tide of the young man's hatred had come and gone he found himself for the first time assailed by doubts.
He had by no means given up the idea of killing Professor Maxon, but now there were doubts and obstacles which had not been manifest before.
Thousands of sealed envelopes filled with steamship tickets and money. Thousands of telegraph forms already addressed. You don't fool me!" He hissed the last words almost in her face. "Why is he employing the crocks and the throw-outs of science? Perrilli, Maxon, Boyd Heyler and me? If the game's square why doesn't he take the new men from the schools?"
Virginia Maxon sent back an answering smile a smile that filled the young giant's heart with pride and happiness such a smile as brave men have been content to fight and die for since woman first learned the art of smiling. Number Thirteen could have beaten back many of the reinforcing party before they reached the deck, but he did not care to do so.
His first glimpse was of Bulan, running swiftly between two huge bull ourang outangs that snapped and tore at him as he bounded forward cutting and slashing at his foes with his heavy whip. Just in front of the trio was another bull bearing in his arms the unconscious form of Virginia Maxon who had fainted at the first response to her cry for help.
All about him lay the eleven terrible men whom he had driven from the bungalow the previous night. The sight of them brought a realization of new responsibilities. To leave them here in the campong would mean the immediate death of Professor Maxon and the Chinaman.
"All right, sweetheart, I'll be through by noon for sure by noon for sure. Run along and play now, like a good little girl." Virginia Maxon shrugged her shapely shoulders and shook her head hopelessly at the forbidding panels of the door. "My dolls are all dressed for the day," she cried, "and I'm tired of making mud pies I want you to come out and play with me."
Sing and Professor Maxon stood in the doorway to the professor's room gazing upon the scene of carnage in surprise and consternation. The scientist was unarmed, but Sing held a long, wicked looking Colt in readiness for any contingency.
Calling aloud for those around him to come to his support he halted fifty yards from his boat just as Number Thirteen with his fierce, brainless horde swept up from the opposite side of the island in the wake of him who bore Virginia Maxon. The old rajah succeeded in gathering some fifty warriors about him from the crews of the two boats which lay near his.
Professor Maxon seized von Horn roughly by both shoulders, his glittering eyes glaring terribly into the other's. "I have never spoken to her of love, Professor," replied von Horn quietly, "nor do I know what her sentiments toward me may be. Nor do I understand, sir, what objections you may have to me I am of a very old and noble family." His tone was haughty but respectful.
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