"On my father's yacht I reached your island after trailing

you to Singapore. It was a long and tedious hunt and we

followed many blind leads, but at last we came off an island

upon which natives had told us such a party as yours was living.

Five of us put off in a boat to explore--that is the last

that I can recall. Sing says he found me alone in a row boat,

a `dummy.'"

Virginia sighed, and crept closer to him.

"You may be the son of the great Townsend J. Harper,

you have been the soulless Number Thirteen;

but to me you will always be Bulan, for it was

Bulan whom I learned to love."

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