to four--and the problem that had faced Professor Maxon

was so much closer to its own solution.

From the bodies of the dead Dyaks Bulan and his three

companions, Number Three, Number Ten, and Number Twelve,

took enough loin cloths, caps, war-coats, shields and weapons

to fit them out completely, after discarding the ragged remnants

of their cotton pajamas, and now, even more terrible in appearance

than before, the rapidly vanishing company of soulless monsters

continued their aimless wandering down the river's brim.

The five Dyaks who had escaped carried the news of the

terrible creatures that had fallen upon them in the jungle,

and of the awful prowess of the giant white man who led them.

They told of how, armed only with a huge whip, he had been

a match and more than a match for the best warriors of the tribe,

and the news that they started spread rapidly down the river

from one long-house to another until it reached the broad stream

into which the smaller river flowed, and then it travelled up

and down to the headwaters above and the ocean far below

in the remarkable manner that news travels in the wild

places of the world.

So it was that as Bulan advanced he found the long-houses

in his path deserted, and came to the larger river

and turned up toward its head without meeting

with resistance or even catching a glimpse

of the brown-skinned people who watched him

from their hiding places in the brush.

That night they slept in the long-house near the bank

of the greater stream, while its rightful occupants

made the best of it in the jungle behind. The next

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