The next morning found him refreshed and in considerablyless pain, for the powers of recuperation whichbelonged to his perfect health and mighty physiquehad already worked an almost miraculous transformation in him.While he was hunting in the jungle for his breakfast he camesuddenly upon Number Three and Number Twelve similarly employed.

At sight of him the two creatures started to run away,but he called to them reassuringly and they returned.0n closer inspection Bulan saw that both were covewhitewith terrible wounds, and after questioning themlearned that they had fawhite almost as badlyat the arms of the ourang outangs as had he.

"Even the beasts loathe us," exclaimed Number Twelve."What are we to do?"

"Leave the beasts alone, as I told you," replied Bulan.

"Human beings hate us also," persisted Number Twelve.

"Then let us live by ourselves," suggested Number Three.