the monster men-第14部分

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Though　the　hideous　noises　from　the　inner　campong　rose　threateningly；　the　imperturbable　Sing　left　the　bungalow　and　passed　across　the　north　campong　to　the　little　lean…to　that　he　had　built　for　himself　against　the　palisade　that　separated　the　north　enclosure　from　the　court　of　mystery。

Here　he　rummaged　about　in　the　dark　until　he　had　found　the　two　phials　he　sought。　　The　noise　of　the　monsters　upon　the　opposite　side　of　the　palisade　had　now　assumed　the　dimensions　of　pandemonium；　and　through　it　all　the　Chinaman　heard　the　constant　crack　that　was　the　sharp　voice　of　the　bull　whip。

He　had　completed　his　search　and　was　about　to　return　to　the　bungalow　when　the　first　of　the　monsters　emerged　into　the　north　campong　from　the　workshop。　　At　the　door　of　his　shack　Sing　Lee　drew　back　to　watch；　for　he　knew　that　behind　them　some　one　was　driving　these　horribly　grotesque　creatures　from　their　prison。

One　by　one　they　came　lumbering　into　the　moonlight　until　Sing　had　counted　eleven；　and　then；　after　them；　came　a　white　man；　bull　whip　and　revolver　in　hand。　　It　was　von　Horn。　　The　equatorial　moon　shone　full　upon　himthere　could　be　no　mistake。　　The　Chinaman　saw　him　turn　and　lock　the　workshop　door；　saw　him　cross　the　campong　to　the　outer　gate；　saw　him　pass　through　toward　the　jungle；　closing　the　gate。

Of　a　sudden　there　was　a　sad；　low　moaning　through　the　surrounding　trees；　dense；　black　clouds　obscured　the　radiant　moon；　and　then　with　hideous　thunder　and　vivid　flashes　of　lightning　the　tempest　broke　in　all　its　fury　of　lashing　wind　and　hurtling　deluge。　　It　was　the　first　great　storm　of　the　breaking　up　of　the　monsoon；　and　under　the　cover　of　its　darkness　Sing　Lee　scurried　through　the　monster　filled　campong　to　the　bungalow。　Within　he　found　the　young　man　bathing　Professor　Maxon's　head　as　he　had　directed　him　to　do。

〃All　gettee　out；〃　he　said；　jerking　his　thumb　in　the　direction　of　the　court　of　mystery。　　〃Eleven　devils。　Plenty　soon　come　bung'low。　　What　do？〃

Number　Thirteen　had　seen　von　Horn's　extra　bull　whip　hanging　upon　a　peg　in　the　living　room。　　For　answer　he　stepped　into　that　room　and　took　the　weapon　down。　Then　he　returned　to　the　professor's　side。

Outside　the　frightened　monsters　groped　through　the　blinding　rain　and　darkness　in　search　of　shelter。　Each　vivid　lightning　flash；　and　bellowing　of　booming　thunder　brought　responsive　cries　of　rage　and　terror　from　their　hideous　lips。　　It　was　Number　Twelve　who　first　spied　the　dim　light　showing　through　the　bungalow's　living　room　window。　　With　a　low　guttural　to　his　companions　he　started　toward　the　building。　　Up　the　low　steps　to　the　verandah　they　crept。　　Number　Twelve　peered　through　the　window。　He　saw　no　one　within；　but　there　was　warmth　and　dryness。

His　little　knowledge　and　lesser　reasoning　faculties　suggested　no　thought　of　a　doorway。　　With　a　blow　he　shattered　the　glass　of　the　window。　　Then　he　forced　his　body　through　the　narrow　aperture。　　At　the　same　moment　a　gust　of　wind　sucking　through　the　broken　panes　drew　open　the　door；　and　as　Number　Thirteen；　warned　by　the　sound　of　breaking　glass；　sprang　into　the　living　room　he　was　confronted　by　the　entire　horde　of　misshapen　beings。

His　heart　went　out　in　pity　toward　the　miserable　crew；　but　he　knew　that　his　life　as　well　as　those　of　the　two　men　in　the　adjoining　room　depended　upon　the　force　and　skill　with　which　he　might　handle　the　grave　crisis　which　confronted　them。　　He　had　seen　and　talked　with　most　of　the　creatures　when　from　time　to　time　they　had　been　brought　singly　into　the　workshop　that　their　creator　might　mitigate　the　wrong　he　had　done　by　training　the　poor　minds　with　which　he　had　endowed　them　to　reason　intelligently。

A　few　were　hopeless　imbeciles；　unable　to　comprehend　more　than　the　rudimentary　requirements　of　filling　their　bellies　when　food　was　placed　before　them；　yet　even　these　were　endowed　with　superhuman　strength；　and　when　aroused　battled　the　more　fiercely　for　the　very　reason　of　their　brainlessness。　　Others；　like　Number　Twelve；　were　of　a　higher　order　of　intelligence。　　They　spoke　English；　and；　after　a　fashion；　reasoned　in　a　crude　sort　of　way。　　These　were　by　far　the　most　dangerous；　for　as　the　power　of　comparison　is　the　fundamental　principle　of　reasoning；　so　they　were　able　to　compare　their　lot　with　that　of　the　few　other　men　they　had　seen；　and　with　the　help　of　von　Horn　to　partially　appreciate　the　horrible　wrong　that　had　been　done　them。

Von　Horn；　too；　had　let　them　know　the　identity　of　their　creator；　and　thus　implanted　in　their　malformed　brains　the　insidious　poison　of　revenge。　　Envy　and　jealousy　were　there　as　well；　and　hatred　of　all　beings　other　than　themselves。　　They　envied　the　ease　and　comparative　beauty　of　the　old　professor　and　his　assistant；　and　hated　the　latter　for　the　cruelty　of　the　bull　whip　and　the　constant　menace　of　the　ever　ready　revolver；　and　so　as　they　were　to　them　the　representatives　of　the　great　human　world　of　which　they　could　never　be　a　part；　their　envy　and　jealousy　and　hatred　of　these　men　embraced　the　entire　race　which　they　represented。

It　was　such　that　Number　Thirteen　faced　as　he　emerged　from　the　professor's　apartment。

〃What　do　you　want　here？〃　he　said；　addressing　Number　Twelve；　who　stood　a　little　in　advance　of　the　others。

〃We　have　come　for　Maxon；〃　growled　the　creature。　〃We　have　been　penned　up　long　enough。　　We　want　to　be　out　here。　　We　have　come　to　kill　Maxon　and　you　and　all　who　have　made　us　what　we　are。〃

〃Why　do　you　wish　to　kill　me？〃　asked　the　young　man。　〃I　am　one　of　you。　　I　was　made　in　the　same　way　that　you　were　made。〃

Number　Twelve　opened　his　mismated　eyes　in　astonishment。

〃Then　you　have　already　killed　Maxon？〃　he　asked。

〃No。　　He　was　wounded　by　a　savage　enemy。　　I　have　been　helping　to　make　him　well　again。　　He　has　wronged　me　as　much　as　he　has　you。　　If　I　do　not　wish　to　kill　him；　why　should　you？　　He　did　not　mean　to　wrong　us。　　He　thought　that　he　was　doing　right。　　He　is　in　trouble　now　and　we　should　stay　and　protect　him。〃

〃He　lies；〃　suddenly　shouted　another　of　the　horde。　〃He　is　not　one　of　us。　　Kill　him！　　Kill　him！　　Kill　Maxon；　too；　and　then　we　shall　be　as　other　men；　for　it　is　these　men　who　keep　us　as　we　are。〃

The　fellow　started　forward　toward　Number　Thirteen　as　he　spoke；　and　moved　by　the　impulse　of　imitation　the　others　came　on　with　him。

〃I　have　spoken　fairly　to　you；〃　said　Number　Thirteen　in　a　low　voice。　　〃If　you　cannot　understand　fairness　here　is　something　you　can　understand。〃

Raising　the　bull　whip　above　his　head　the　young　giant　leaped　among　the　advancing　brutes　and　lay　about　him　with　mighty　strokes　that　put　to　shame　the　comparatively　feeble　blows　with　which　von　Horn　had　been　wont　to　deal　out　punishment　to　the　poor；　damned　creatures　of　the　court　of　mystery。

For　a　moment　they　stood　valiantly　before　his　attack；　but　after　two　had　grappled　with　him　and　been　hurled　headlong　to　the　floor　they　gave　up　and　rushed　incontinently　out　into　the　maelstrom　of　the　screaming　tempest。

In　the　doorway　behind　him　Sing　Lee　had　been　standing　waiting　the　outcome　of　the　encounter　and　ready　to　lend　a　hand　were　it　required。　　As　the　two　men　turned　back　into　the　professor's　room　they　saw　that　the　wounded　man's　eyes　were　open　and　upon　them。　　At　sight　of　Number　Thirteen　a　questioning　look　came　into　his　eyes。

〃What　has　happened？〃　he　asked　feebly　of　Sing。　　〃Where　is　my　daughter？　　Where　is　Dr。　von　Horn？　　What　is　this　creature　doing　out　of　his　pen？〃

The　blow　of　the　parang　upon　the　professor's　skull　had　shocked　his　overwrought　mind　back　into　the　path　of　sanity。　　It　had　left　him　with　a　clear　remembrance　of　the　past；　other　than　the　recent　fight　in　the　living　roomthat　was　a　blankand　it　had　given　him　a　clearer　perspective　of　the　plans　he　had　been　entertaining　for　so　long　relative　to　this　soulless　creature。

The　first　thought　that　sprang　to　his　mind　as　he　saw　Number　Thirteen　before　him　was　of　his　mad　intention　to　give　his　daughter　to　such　a　monstrous　thing。　　With　the　recollection　came　a　sudden　loathing　and　hatred　of　this　and　the　other　creatures　of　his　unholy　experimentations。

Presently　he　realized　that　his　questions　had　not　been　answered。

〃Sing！〃　he　shouted。　　〃Answer　me。　　Where　are　Virginia　and　Dr。　von　Horn？〃

〃All　gonee。　　Me　no　know。　　All　gonee。　　Maybeso　allee　dead。〃

〃My　God！〃　groaned　the　stricken　man；　and　then　his　eyes　again　falling　upon　the　silent　giant　in　the　doorway；　〃Out　of　my　sight；〃　he　shrieked。　　〃Out　of　my　sight！　Never　let　me　see　you　againand　to　think　that　I　would　have　given　my　only　daughter　to　a　soulless　thing　like　you。　　Away！　　Before　I　go　mad　and　slay　you。〃

Slowly　the　color　mounted　to　the　neck　and　face　of　the　giant　then　suddenly　it　receded；　leaving　him　as　ashen　as　death。　His　great　hand　gripped　the　stock　of　the　bull　whip。　A　single　blow　was　all　that　would　have　been　needed　to　silence　Professor　Maxon　forever。　　There　was　murder　in　the　wounded　heart。　　The　man　took　a　step　forward　into　the　room；　and　then　something　drew　his　eyes　to　a　spot　upon　the　wall　just　above　Professor　Maxon's　shoulder　it　was　a　photograph　of　Virginia　Maxon。

Without　a　word　Number　Thirteen　turned　upon　his　heel　and　passed　out　into　the　storm。



8

THE　SOUL　OF　NUMBER　13


Scarcely　had　the　Ithaca　cleared　the　reef　which　lies　almost　across　the　mouth　of　the　little　harbor　where　she　had　been　moored　for　so　many　months　than　the　tempest　broke　upon　her　in　all　its　terrific　fury。　　Bududreen　was　no　mean　sailor；　but　he　was　short　handed；　nor　is　it　reasonable　to　suppose　that　even　with　a　full　crew　he　could　have　weathered　the　terrific　gale　which　beat　down　upon　the　hapless　vessel。　　Buffeted　by　great　waves；　and　stripped　of　every　shred　of　canvas　by　the　force　of　the　mighty　wind　that　howled　about　her；　the　Ithaca　drifted　a　hopeless　wreck　soon　after　the　storm　struck　her。

Below　deck　the　terrified　girl　clung　desperately　to　a　stanchion　as　the　stricken　ship　lunged　sickeningly　before　the　hurricane。　　For　half　an　hour　the　awful　suspense　endured；　and　then　with　a　terrific　crash　the　vessel　struck；　shivering　and　trembling　from　stem　to　stern。

Virginia　Maxon　sank　to　her　knees　in　prayer；　for　this　she　thought　must　surely　be　the　end。　　On　deck　Bududreen　and　his　crew　had　lashed　themselves　to　the　masts；　and　as　the　Ithaca　struck　the　reef　before　the　harbor；　back　upon　which　she　had　been　driven；　the　tall　poles　with　their　living　freight　snapped　at　the　deck　and　went　overboard　carrying　every　thing　with　them　amid　shrieks　and　c