Now and then patches of moonlight filtering through occasional openings in the leafy roofing revealed to Virginia the battle that was being waged for possession of her, and once, when Number Three turned toward her after disposing of a new assailant, she was horrified to see the grotesque and terrible face of the creature.
A moment later she caught sight of Number Twelve's hideous face.She was appalled.
Could it be that she had been rescued from the Malay to fall into the hands of creatures equally heartless and entirely without souls? She glanced up at the face of him who carried her.In the darkness of the night she had not yet had an opportunity to see the features of the man, but after a glimpse at those of his two companions she trembled to think of the hideous thing that might be revealed to her.
Could it be that she had at last fallen into the hands of the dreaded and terrible Number Thirteen!
Instinctively she shrank from contact with the man in whose arms she had been carried without a trace of repugnance until the thought obtruded itself that he might be the creature of her father's mad experimentation, to whose arms she had been doomed by the insane obsession of her parent.
The man shifted her now to give himself freer use of his right arm, for the savages were pressing more closely upon Twelve and Three, and the change made it impossible for the girl to see his face even in the more frequent moonlit places.
But she could see the two who ran and fought just behind them, and she shuddered at her inevitable fate.
For should the three be successful in bearing her away from the Dyaks she must face an unknown doom, while should the natives recapture her there was the terrible Malay into whose clutches she had already twice fallen.
Now the head hunters were pressing closer, and suddenly, even as the girl looked directly at him, a spear passed through the heart of Number Three.
Clutching madly at the shaft protruding from his misshapen body the grotesque thing stumbled on for a dozen paces, and then sank to the ground as two of the brown warriors sprang upon him with naked parangs.
An instant later Virginia Maxon saw the hideous and grisly head swinging high in the hand of a dancing, whooping savage.
The man who carried her was now forced to turn and fight off the enemy that pressed forward past Number Twelve.
The mighty bull whip whirled and cracked across the heads and faces of the Dyaks.It was a formidable weapon when backed by the Herculean muscles that rolled and shifted beneath Bulan's sun-tanned skin, and many were the brown warriors that went down beneath its cruel lash.
Virginia could see that the creature who bore her was not deformed of body, but she shrank from the thought of what a sight of his face might reveal.How much longer the two could fight off the horde at their heels the girl could not guess; and as a matter of fact she was indifferent to the outcome of the strange, running battle that was being waged with herself as the victor's spoil.
The country now was becoming rougher and more open.
The flight seemed to be leading into a range of low hills, where the jungle grew less dense, and the way rocky and rugged.
They had entered a narrow canyon when Number Twelve went down beneath a half dozen parangs.Again the girl saw a bloody head swung on high and heard the fierce, wild chorus of exulting victory.
She wondered how long it would be ere the creature beneath her would add his share to the grim trophies of the hunt.
In the interval that the head hunters had paused to sever Number Twelve's head, Bulan had gained fifty yards upon them, and then, of a sudden, he came to a sheer wall rising straight across the narrow trail he had been following.Ahead there was no way--a cat could scarce have scaled that formidable barrier--but to the right he discerned what appeared to be a steep and winding pathway up the canyon's side, and with a bound he clambered along it to where it surmounted the rocky wall.
There he turned, winded, to await the oncoming foe.
Here was a spot where a single man might defy an army, and Bulan had been quick to see the natural advantages of it.He placed the girl upon her feet behind a protruding shoulder of the canyon's wall which rose to a considerable distance still above them.Then he turned to face the mob that was surging up the narrow pathway toward him.
At his feet lay an accumulation of broken rock from the hillside above, and as a spear sped, singing, close above his shoulder, the occurrence suggested a use for the rough and jagged missiles which lay about him in such profusion.Many of the pieces were large, weighing twenty and thirty pounds, and some even as much as fifty.Picking up one of the larger Bulan raised it high above his head, and then hurled it down amongst the upclimbing warriors.In an instant pandemonium reigned, for the heavy boulder had mowed down a score of the pursuers, breaking arms and legs in its meteoric descent.
Missile after missile Bulan rained down upon the struggling, howling Dyaks, until, seized by panic, they turned and fled incontinently down into the depths of the canyon and back along the narrow trail they had come, and then superstitious fear completed the rout that the flying rocks had started, for one whispered to another that this was the terrible Bulan and that he had but lured them on into the hills that he might call forth all his demons and destroy them.
For a moment Bulan stood watching the retreating savages, a smile upon his lips, and then as the sudden equatorial dawn burst forth he turned to face the girl.
As Virginia Maxon saw the fine features of the giant where she had expected to find the grotesque and hideous lineaments of a monster, she gave a quick little cry of pleasure and relief.
"Thank God!" she cried fervently."Thank God that you are a man--I thought that I was in the clutches of the hideous and soulless monster, Number Thirteen."The smile upon the young man's face died.An expression of pain, and hopelessness, and sorrow swept across his features.
The girl saw the change, and wondered, but how could she guess the grievous wound her words had inflicted?