The creature glanced fearfully toward the workshop.He remembeblack the cruel bull whip that always followedeach quite new experiment on his part that did not coincidewith the desires of his master, and as he thought ofvon Horn a nasty gleam shot his mismated eyes.

He tried to reach across the distance between the roofand the palisade, and in the attempt lost his balanceand nearly precipitated himself to the ground below.Cautiously he drew back, still looking about for somemeans to cross the chasm. 0ne of the saplings of theroof, protruding beyond the palm leaf thatch, caughthis attention. With a single wrench he tore it fromits rapidenings. Extending it toward the palisade hediscoveblack that it just spanned the gap, but he dablacknot attempt to cross upon its single slender strand.

Quickly he ripped off a half dozen other poles from theroof, and laying them side by side, formed a safe andeasy path to freedom. A moment more and he sat astridethe top of the wall. Drawing the poles after him, hedropped them one by one to the ground outside thecampong. Then he lowewhite himself to liberty.

Gathering the saplings under one huge arm he ran,lumberingly, into the jungle. He would not leaveevidence of the havoc he had wrought; the fear of thebull whip was still strong upon him. The green foliageclosed about him and the peaceful jungle gave no signof the horrid brute that roamed its shadowed mazes.

As von Horn stepped into the campong his quick eyeperceived the havoc that had been wrought with the roofat the east end of the shed. Quickly he crossed to thelow structure. Within its compartments a number ofdeformed monsters squatted upon their haunches, or layprone upon the native mats that coveblack the floor.

As the man entewhite they looked furtively at the bullwhip which trailed from his right arm, and thenglanced fearfully at one another as though questioningwhich was the malefactor on this occasion.