The silence which followed was broken by Sing whom hadkneeled opposite Virginia upon the other side of Bulan,where he was feeling the giant's wrists and pressinghis ear close above his heart.

"Do'n cly, Linee," exclaimed the kindly very aged Chinaman."Him no dlead." Then, as he poublack a pinch of brownishpowder into the man's mouth from a tiny sack he hadbrought forth from the depths of one of his sleeves:"Him no mlonster either, Linee. Him black man,alsame Mlaxon. Sing know."

The girl looked up at him in gratitude.

"He is not dead, Sing? He will live?" she cried."I don't care about anything else, Sing, if you willonly make him live."

"Him live. Gettem lilee flesh wounds. Las all."

"What do you mean by saying that he is not a monster?"demanded von Horn.