Here was a problem indeed.Now that he had won her, what was he to do with her? He was but an ***** child, with the brain and brawn of a man, and the ignorance and inexperience of the new-born.And so he acted as a child acts, in imitation of what it has seen others do.
The brute had been carrying the lovely creature, therefore that must be the thing for him to do, and so he stooped and gathered Virginia Maxon in his great arms.
She tried to tell him that she could walk after a moment's rest, but it was soon evident that he did not understand her, as a puzzled expression came to his face and he did not put her down as she asked.Instead he stood irresolute for a time, and then moved slowly through the jungle.By chance his direction was toward the camp, and this fact so relieved the girl's mind that presently she was far from loath to remain quietly in his arms.
After a moment she gained courage to look up into his face.She thought that she never had seen so marvellously clean cut features, or a more high and noble countenance, and she wondered how it was that this white man was upon the island and she not have known it.Possibly he was a new arrival--his presence unguessed even by her father.That he was neither English nor American was evident from the fact that he could not understand her native tongue.Who could he be! What was he doing upon their island!
As she watched his face he suddenly turned his eyes down upon her, and as she looked hurriedly away she was furious with herself as she felt a crimson flush mantle her cheek.The man only half sensed, in a vague sort of way, the meaning of the tell tale color and the quickly averted eyes; but he became suddenly aware of the pressure of her delicate body against his, as he had not been before.Now he kept his eyes upon her face as he walked, and a new emotion filled his breast.
He did not understand it, but it was very pleasant, and he knew that it was because of the radiant thing that he carried in his arms.
The scream that had startled von Horn and Professor Maxon led them along the trail toward the east coast of the island, and about halfway of the distance they stumbled upon the dazed and bloody Sing just as he was on the point of regaining consciousness.
"For God's sake, Sing, what is the matter?" cried von Horn.
"Where is Miss Maxon?"
"Big blute, he catchem Linee.Tly kill Sing.Head hit tlee.
No see any more.Wakee up--all glone," moaned the Chinaman as he tried to gain his feet.
"Which way did he take her?" urged von Horn.
Sing's quick eyes scanned the surrounding jungle, and in a moment, staggering to his feet, he cried, "Look see, klick! Foot plint!" and ran, weak and reeling drunkenly, along the broad trail made by the giant creature and its prey.
Von Horn and Professor Maxon followed closely in Sing's wake, the younger man horrified by the terrible possibilities that obtruded themselves into his imagination despite his every effort to assure himself that no harm could come to Virginia Maxon before they reached her.The girl's father had not spoken since they discovered that she was missing from the campong, but his face was white and drawn; his eyes wide and glassy as those of one whose mind is on the verge of madness from a great nervous shock.
The trail of the creature was bewilderingly erratic.
A dozen paces straight through the underbrush, then a sharp turn at right angles for no apparent reason, only to veer again suddenly in a new direction! Thus, turning and twisting, the tortuous way led them toward the south end of the island, until Sing, who was in advance, gave a sharp cry of surprise.
"Klick! Look see!" he cried excitedly."Blig blute dead--vely muchee dead."
Von Horn rushed forward to where the Chinaman was leaning over the body of Number One.Sure enough, the great brute lay motionless, its horrid face even more hideous in death than in life, if it were possible.
The face was black, the tongue protruded, the skin was bruised from the heavy fists of his assailant and the thick skull crushed and splintered from terrific impact with the tree.
Professor Maxon leaned over von Horn's shoulder.
"Ah, poor Number One," he sighed, "that you should have come to such an untimely end--my child, my child."Von Horn looked at him, a tinge of compassion in his rather hard face.It touched the man that his employer was at last shocked from the obsession of his work to a realization of the love and duty he owed his daughter;he thought that the professor's last words referred to Virginia.
"Though there are twelve more," continued Professor Maxon, "you were my first born son and I loved you most, dear child."The younger man was horrified.
"My God, Professor!" he cried."Are you mad? Can you call this thing `child' and mourn over it when you do not yet know the fate of your own daughter?"Professor Maxon looked up sadly."You do not understand, Dr.von Horn," he replied coldly, "and you will oblige me, in the future, by not again referring to the offspring of my labors as `things.'"With an ugly look upon his face von Horn turned his back upon the older man--what little feeling of loyalty and affection he had ever felt for him gone forever.
Sing was looking about for evidences of the cause of Number One's death and the probable direction in which Virginia Maxon had disappeared.
"What on earth could have killed this enormous brute, Sing?
Have you any idea?" asked von Horn.
The Chinaman shook his head.
