第 8 节
作者:这就是结局      更新:2021-02-19 19:16      字数:9322
  As before; when Sing had threatened to filch his new possession from him; Number One held the girl with one hand while he met the attack of this new assailant with the other; but here was very different metal than had succumbed to him before。
  It is true that Number Thirteen knew nothing whatever of personal combat; but Number One had but little advantage of him in the matter of experience; while the former was equipped with great natural intelligence as well as steel muscles no whit less powerful than his deformed predecessor。
  So it was that the awful giant found his single hand helpless to cope with the strength of his foeman; and in a brief instant felt powerful fingers clutching at his throat。  Still reluctant to surrender his hold upon his prize; he beat futilely at the face of his enemy; but at last the agony of choking compelled him to drop the girl and grapple madly with the man who choked him with one hand and rained mighty and merciless blows upon his face and head with the other。
  His captive sank to the ground; too weak from the effects of nervous shock to escape; and with horror… filled eyes watched the two who battled over her。  She saw that her would…be rescuer was young and strong featuredall together a very fine specimen of manhood; and to her great wonderment it was soon apparent that he was no unequal match for the great mountain of muscle that he fought。
  Both tore and struck and clawed and bit in the frenzy of mad; untutored strife; rolling about on the soft carpet of the jungle almost noiselessly except for their heavy breathing and an occasional beast…like snarl from Number One。  For several minutes they fought thus until the younger man succeeded in getting both hands upon the throat of his adversary; and then; choking relentlessly; he raised the brute with him from the ground and rushed him fiercely backward against the stem of a tree。  Again and again he hurled the monstrous thing upon the unyielding wood; until at last it hung helpless and inert in his clutches; then he cast it from him; and without another glance at it turned toward the girl。
  Here was a problem indeed。  Now that he had won her; what was he to do with her?  He was but an adult 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 arrivalhis 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 upall 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 endmy 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 manwhat 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。
  〃No savvy;〃 he replied。  〃Blig flight。  Look see;〃 and he pointed to the torn and trampled turf; the broken bushes; and to one or two small trees that had been snapped off by the impact of the two mighty bodies that had struggled back and forth about the little clearing。
  〃This way;〃 cried Sing presently; and started off once more into the brush; but this time in a northwesterly direction; toward camp。
  In silence the three men followed the new trail; all puzzled beyond measure to account for the death of Number One at the hands of what must have been a creature of superhuman strength。  What could it have been!  It was impossible that any of the Malays or lascars could have done the thing; and there were no other creatures; brute or human; upon the island large enough to have coped even for an instant with the ferocious brutality of the dead monster; except von Horn's brain came to a sudden halt at the thought。 Could it be?  There seemed no other explanation。 Virginia Maxon had been rescued from one soulless monstrosity to fall into the hands of another equally irresponsible and terrifying。
  Others then must have escaped from the campong。 Von Horn loosened his guns in their holsters; and took a fresh grip upon his bull whip as he urged Sing forward upon the trail。  He wondered which one it was; but not once did it occur to him that the latest result of Professor Maxon's experiments could be the rescuer of Virginia Maxon。  In his mind he could see only the repulsive features of one of the others。
  Quite unexpectedly they came upon the two; and with a shout von Horn leaped forward; his bull whip upraised。 Number Thi