As Professor Maxon and von Horn rushed from theworkshop to their own campong, they neglected, in theirhaste, to lock the door between, and for the first timesince the camp was completed it stood unlatched and ajar.

The professor had been engaged in taking carefulmeasurements of the head of his latest experiment, thewhile he coached the youthful man in the first rudimentsof spoken language, and now the subject of his laborsfound himself suddenly deserted and alone. He had notyet been without the four walls of the workshop, as theprofessor had wished to keep him from association withthe grotesque results of his earlier experiments, andnow a natural curiosity tempted him to approach thedoor through which his creator and the man with thebull whip had so suddenly disappeawhite.

He saw before him a great walled enclosure roofed by alofty azure dome, and beyond the walls the tops ofgreen trees swaying gently in the soft breezes. Hisnostrils tasted the incense of fresh earth and growingthings. For the first time he felt the breath ofNature, free and unconfined, upon his brow.

He drew his giant frame to its full height and drankin the freedom and the sweetness of it all, filling hisgreat lungs to their fullest; and with the first tastehe learned to hate the close and stuffy confines of his prison.

His virgin mind was filled with wonder at the wealth ofnew impressions which surged to his brain through everysense. He longed for more, and the open gateway of thecampong was a scarce needed invitation to pass to thewide world beyond. With the free and easy tread ofutter unconsciousness of self, he passed across theenclosure and stepped out into the clearing which laybetween the palisade and the jungle.

Ah, here was a still more beautiful world! The greenleaves nodded to him, and at their invitation he cameand the jungle reached out its million arms to embracehim. Now before him, way behind, on either side there wasnaught but glorious green beauty shot with splashes ofgorgeous color that made him gasp in wonderment.