Von Horn stepped back, still scowling. Sing poured a little water between Bulan’s lips, and then asked Professor Maxon for his brandy flask. With the first few drops of the fiery liquid the giant’s eyelids moved, and a moment later he raised them and looked about him. The first face he saw was Virginia’s. It was full of love and compassion. “They have not told you yet?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied. “They have told me, but it makes no difference. You have given me the right to say it, Bulan, and I do say it now again, before them all—I love you, and that is all there is that makes any difference.” A look of happiness lighted his face momentarily, only to fade as quickly as it had come. “No, Virginia,” he said, sadly, “it would not be right. It would be wicked. I am not a human being. I am only a soulless monster. 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. No know namee. No know where comee from. No talkee. “Sing he jes’ hearee Mlaxon tellee Hornee ’bout Nlumber Thlirteen. How he makee him for Linee. Makee Linee mally him. Sing he know what kindee fleaks Mlaxon makee. Linee always good to old Sing. Sing he been peeking thlu clack in wallee. See blig vlat where Thlirteen growing. “Sing he takee you to Sing’s shackee that night. Hide you till evlybody sleep. Then he sneak you in workee shop. Kickee over vlat. Leaves you. Nex’ mlorning Mlaxon makee blig hulabaloo. Dance up and downee. Whoop! Thlirteen clome too soonee, but allight; him finee, perfec’ man. Whoop! “Anyway, you heap better for Linee than one Mlaxon’s fleaks,” he concluded, turning toward Bulan. “You are lying, you yellow devil,” cried von Horn. The Chinaman turned his shrewd, slant eyes malevolently upon the doctor. “Sing lies?” he hissed. “Mabbeso Sing lies when he ask what for you glet Bludleen steal tleasure. But Lajah Saffir he come and spoil it all while you tly glet Linee to the ship—Sing knows. “Then you tellee Mlaxon Thlirteen steal Linee. You lie then and you knew you lie. You lie again when Thlirteen savee Linee flom Oulang Outang—you say you savee Linee. “Then you make bad talkee with Lajah Saffir at long-house. Sing hear you all timee. You tly getee tleasure away from Dlyaks for your self. Then—” “Stop!” roared von Horn. “Stop! You lying yellow sneak, before I put a bullet in you.” “Both of you may stop now,” said Professor Maxon authoritatively. “There have been charges made here that cannot go unnoticed. Can you prove these things Sing?” he asked turning to the Chinaman.