envy and jealousy and hatred of these men embraced the
entire race which they represented.

It was such that Number Thirteen faced as he emerged
from the professor's apartment.

"What do you want here?" he said, addressing Number
Twelve, who stood a little in advance of the others.

"We have come for Maxon," growled the creature.
"We have been penned up long enough. We want to be out
here. We have come to kill Maxon and you and all who
have made us what we are."

"Why do you wish to kill me?" asked the young man.
"I am one of you. I was made in the same way that you
were made."

Number Twelve opened his mismated eyes in astonishment.

"Then you have already killed Maxon?" he asked.

"No. He was wounded by a savage enemy. I have been
helping to make him well again. He has wronged me as
much as he has you. If I do not wish to kill him, why
should you? He did not mean to wrong us. He thought
that he was doing right. He is in trouble now and we
should stay and protect him."

"He lies," suddenly shouted another of the horde.