was impossible for him to realize that that beautiful
creature ever could cease to be filled with the
vivacity of life.

The young man had determined to leave the camp himself--
partly on account of the cruel words Professor Maxon
had hurled at him the night before, but principally in
order that he might search for the lost girl.
Of course he had not the remotest idea where to look
for her, but as von Horn had explained that they were
upon a small island he felt reasonably sure that he should
find her in time.

As he looked at the sleeping monsters near him he
determined that the only solution of his problem was to
take them all with him. Number Twelve lay closest
to him, and stepping to his side he nudged him with
the butt of the bull whip he still carried.
The creature opened his dull eyes.

"Get up," said Number Thirteen.

Number Twelve rose, looking askance at the bull whip.

"We are not wanted here," said Number Thirteen.
"I am going away and you are all going with me. We shall
find a place where we may live in peace and freedom.
Are you not tired of always being penned up?"

"Yes," replied Number Twelve, still looking at the whip.