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orthe glass cover was broken to a million piecesa sticky； brownish substance covered the matting。 Professor Maxon hid his face in his hands。
〃God！〃 he cried。 〃It is all ruined。 Three more days would have〃
〃Look！〃 cried von Horn。 〃It is not too soon。〃
Professor Maxon mustered courage to raise his eyes from his hands； and there he beheld； seated in a far corner of the room a handsome giant； physically perfect。 The creature looked about him in a dazed； uncomprehending manner。 A great question was writ large upon his intelligent countenance。 Professor Maxon stepped forward and took him by the hand。
〃Come；〃 he said； and led him toward a smaller room off the main workshop。 The giant followed docilely； his eyes roving about the roomthe pitiful questioning still upon his handsome features。 Von Horn turned toward the campong。
Virginia； deserted by all； even the faithful Sing； who； cheated of his sport on the preceding day； had again gone to the beach to snare gulls； became restless of the enforced idleness and solitude。 For a time she wandered about the little compound which had been reserved for the whites； but tiring of this she decided to extend her stroll beyond the palisade； a thing which she had never before done unless accompanied by von Horn a thing both he and her father had cautioned her against。
〃What danger can there be？〃 she thought。 〃We know that the island is uninhabited by others than ourselves； and that there are no dangerous beasts。 And； anyway； there is no one now who seems to care what becomes of me； unlessunlessI wonder if he does care。 I wonder if I care whether or not he cares。 Oh； dear； I wish I knew；〃 and as she soliloquized she wandered past the little clearing and into the jungle that lay behind the campong。
As von Horn and Professor Maxon talked together in the laboratory before the upsetting of vat Number Thirteen； a grotesque and horrible creature had slunk from the low shed at the opposite side of the campong until it had crouched at the flimsy door of the building in which the two men conversed。 For a while it listened intently； but when von Horn urged the necessity for dispatching certain 〃terrible； soulless creatures〃 an expression of intermingled fear and hatred convulsed the hideous features； and like a great grizzly it turned and lumbered awkwardly across the campong toward the easterly； or back wall of the enclosure。
Here it leaped futilely a half dozen times for the top of the palisade； and then trembling and chattering in rage it ran back and forth along the base of the obstacle； just as a wild beast in captivity paces angrily before the bars of its cage。
Finally it paused to look once more at the senseless wood that barred its escape； as though measuring the distance to the top。 Then the eyes roamed about the campong to rest at last upon the slanting roof of the thatched shed which was its shelter。 Presently a slow idea was born in the poor； malformed brain。
The creature approached the shed。 He could just reach the saplings that formed the frame work of the roof。 Like a huge sloth he drew himself to the roof of the structure。 From here he could see beyond the palisade； and the wild freedom of the jungle called to him。 He did not know what it was but in its leafy wall he perceived many breaks and openings that offered concealment from the creatures who were plotting to take his life。
Yet the wall was not fully six feet from him； and the top of it at least five feet above the top of the shed those who had designed the campong had been careful to set this structure sufficiently far from the palisade to prevent its forming too easy an avenue of escape。
The creature glanced fearfully toward the workshop。 He remembered the cruel bull whip that always followed each new experiment on his part that did not coincide with the desires of his master； and as he thought of von Horn a nasty gleam shot his mismated eyes。
He tried to reach across the distance between the roof and the palisade； and in the attempt lost his balance and nearly precipitated himself to the ground below。 Cautiously he drew back； still looking about for some means to cross the chasm。 One of the saplings of the roof； protruding beyond the palm leaf thatch； caught his attention。 With a single wrench he tore it from its fastenings。 Extending it toward the palisade he discovered that it just spanned the gap； but he dared not attempt to cross upon its single slender strand。
Quickly he ripped off a half dozen other poles from the roof； and laying them side by side； formed a safe and easy path to freedom。 A moment more and he sat astride the top of the wall。 Drawing the poles after him； he dropped them one by one to the ground outside the campong。 Then he lowered himself to liberty。
Gathering the saplings under one huge arm he ran； lumberingly； into the jungle。 He would not leave evidence of the havoc he had wrought； the fear of the bull whip was still strong upon him。 The green foliage closed about him and the peaceful jungle gave no sign of the horrid brute that roamed its shadowed mazes。
As von Horn stepped into the campong his quick eye perceived the havoc that had been wrought with the roof at the east end of the shed。 Quickly he crossed to the low structure。 Within its compartments a number of deformed monsters squatted upon their haunches； or lay prone upon the native mats that covered the floor。
As the man entered they looked furtively at the bull whip which trailed from his right hand； and then glanced fearfully at one another as though questioning which was the malefactor on this occasion。
Von Horn ran his eyes over the hideous assemblage。
〃Where is Number One？〃 he asked； directing his question toward a thing whose forehead gave greater promise of intelligence than any of his companions。
The one addressed shook his head。
Von Horn turned and made a circuit of the campong。 There was no sign of the missing one and no indication of any other irregularity than the demolished portion of the roof。 With an expression of mild concern upon his face he entered the workshop。
〃Number One has escaped into the jungle； Professor；〃 he said。
Professor Maxon looked up in surprise； but before he had an opportunity to reply a woman's scream； shrill with horror； smote upon their startled ears。
Von Horn was the first to reach the campong of the whites。 Professor Maxon was close behind him； and the faces of both were white with apprehension。 The enclosure was deserted。 Not even Sing was there。 Without a word the two men sprang through the gateway and raced for the jungle in the direction from which that single； haunting cry had come。
Virginia Maxon； idling beneath the leafy shade of the tropical foliage； became presently aware that she had wandered farther from the campong than she had intended。 The day was sultry； and the heat； even in the dense shade of the jungle； oppressive。 Slowly she retraced her steps； her eyes upon the ground； her mind absorbed in sad consideration of her father's increasing moodiness and eccentricity。
Possibly it was this very abstraction which deadened her senses to the near approach of another。 At any rate the girl's fir