Since Virginia had come to the long-house after her rescue from the ourang outangs, supposedly by von Horn, Rajah Muda Saffir had kept very much out of sight, for he knew that should the girl see him she would recognize him as the man who had stolen her from the Ithaca. So it came as a mighty shock to the girl when she heard the hated tones of the man whom she had knocked overboard from the prahu two nights before, and realized that the bestial Malay sat close beside her, and that she was again in his power. She looked now for no mercy, nor could she hope to again escape him so easily as she had before, and so she sat with bowed head in the bottom of the swiftly moving craft, buried in anguished thoughts, hopeless and miserable.
Along the stretch of black river that the prahu and her consort covered that night Virginia Maxon saw no living thing other than a single figure in a small sampan which hugged the shadows of the shore as the two larger boats met and passed it, nor answered their hail.
Where von Horn and his two Dyak guides had landed, Muda Saffir's force disembarked and plunged into the jungle. Rapidly they hastened along the well known trail toward the point designated by the two messengers, to come upon the spot almost simultaneously with the party under Barunda's uncle, who, startled by the two shots several hours previously, had been cautiously searching through the jungle for an explanation of them.
They had gone warily for fear that they might stumble upon Ninaka's party before Muda Saffir arrived with reinforcements, and but just now had they discovered the prostrate forms of their two companions. One was dead, but the other was still conscious and had just sufficient vitality left after the coming of his fellows to whisper that they had been treacherously shot by the younger white man who had been at the long-house where they had found Muda Saffir—then the fellow expired without having an opportunity to divulge the secret hiding place of the treasure, over the top of which his body lay.
Now Bulan had been an interested witness of all that transpired. At first he had been inclined to come out of his hiding place and follow von Horn, but so much had already occurred beneath the branches of the great tree where the chest lay hidden that he decided to wait until morning at least, for he was sure that he had by no means seen the last of the drama which surrounded the heavy box. This belief was strengthened by the haste displayed by both Ninaka and von Horn to escape the neighborhood as quickly as possible, as though they feared that they might be apprehended should they delay even for a moment.
Number Three and Number Twelve still slept, not having been aroused even by the shots fired by von Horn. Bulan himself had dozed after the departure of the doctor, but the advent of Barunda's uncle with his followers had awakened him, and now he lay wide eyed and alert as the second party, under Muda Saffir, came into view when they left the jungle trail and entered the clearing.
His interest in either party was but passive until he saw the khaki blouse, short skirt and trim leggins of the captive walking between two of the Dyaks of Muda Saffir's company. At the same instant he recognized the evil features of the rajah as those of the man who had directed the abduction of Virginia Maxon from the wrecked Ithaca.
Like a great cat Bulan drew himself cautiously to all fours—every nerve and muscle taut with the excitement of the moment. Before him he saw a hundred and fifty ferocious Borneo head hunters, armed with parangs, spears and sumpitans. At his back slept two almost brainless creatures—his sole support against the awful odds he must face before he could hope to succor the divinity whose image was enshrined in his brave and simple heart.
 He believed that he was going to his death, for mighty as were his thews he knew that in the face of the horde they would avail him little, yet he saw no other way than to sit supinely by while the girl went to her doom, and that he could not do. He nudged Number Twelve. "Silence!" he whispered, and "Come! The girl is here. We must save her. Kill the men," and the same to the hairy and terrible Number Three.
Both the creatures awoke and rose to their hands and knees without noise that could be heard above the chattering of the natives, who had crowded forward to view the dead bodies of von Horn's victims. Silently Bulan came to his feet, the two monsters at his back rising and pressing close behind him. Along the denser shadows the three crept to a position in the rear of the natives. The girl's guards had stepped forward with the others to join in the discussion that followed the dying statement of the murdered warrior, leaving her upon the outer fringe of the crowd.
For an instant a sudden hope of escape sprang to Virginia Maxon's mind—there was none between her and the jungle through which they had just passed. Though unknown dangers lurked in the black and uncanny depths of the dismal forest, would not death in any form be far preferable to the hideous fate which awaited her in the person of the bestial Malay pirate?
She had turned to take the first step toward freedom when three figures emerged from the wall of darkness behind her. She saw the war-caps, shields, and war-coats, and her heart sank. Here were others of the rajah's party—stragglers who had come just in time to thwart her plans. How large these men were—she never had seen a native of such giant proportions; and now they had come quite close to her, and as the foremost stooped to speak to her she shrank back in fear. Then, to her surprise, she heard in whispered English; "Come quietly, while they are not looking."
She thought the voice familiar, but could not place it, though her heart whispered that it might belong to the young stranger of her dreams. He reached out and took her hand and together they turned and walked quickly toward the jungle, followed by the two who had accompanied him.
Scarcely had they covered half the distance before one of the Dyaks whose duty it had been to guard the girl discovered that she was gone. With a cry he alarmed his fellows, and in another instant a sharp pair of eyes caught the movement of the four who had now broken into a run.
With savage shouts the entire force of head hunters sprang in pursuit. Bulan lifted Virginia in his arms and dashed on ahead of Number Twelve and Number Three.
Into the jungle dashed the four while close behind them came the howling pack of enraged savages. Now one closed upon Number Three only to fall back dead with a broken neck as the giant fingers released their hold upon him. A parang swung close to Number Twelve, but his own, which he had now learned to wield with fearful effect, clove through the pursuing warrior's skull splitting him wide to the breast bone.
Thus they fought the while they forced their way deeper and deeper into the dark mazes of the entangled vegetation. The brunt of the running battle was borne by the two monsters, for Bulan was carrying Virginia, and keeping a little ahead of his companions to insure the girl's greater safety.
Now and then patches of moonlight filtering through occasional openings in the leafy roofing revealed to Virginia the battle that was being waged for possession of her, and once, when Number Three turned toward her after disposing of a new assailant, she was horrified to see the grotesque and terrible face of the creature. A moment later she caught sight of Number Twelve's hideous face. She was appalled.
Could it be that she had been rescued from the Malay to fall into the hands of creatures equally heartless and entirely without souls? She glanced up at the face of him who carried her. In the darkness of the night she had not yet had an opportunity to see the features of the man, but after a glimpse at those of his two companions she trembled to think of the hideous thing that might be revealed to her.
Could it be that she had at last fallen into the hands of the dreaded and terrible Number Thirteen! Instinctively she shrank from contact with the man in whose arms she had been carried without a trace of repugnance until the thought obtruded itself that he might be the creature of her father's mad experimentation, to whose arms she had been doomed by the insane obsession of her parent.
The man shifted her now to give himself freer use of his right arm, for the savages were pressing more closely upon Twelve and Three, and the change made it impossible for the girl to see his face even in the more frequent moonlit places.
But she could see the two who ran and fought just behind them, and she shuddered at her inevitable fate. For should the three be successful in bearing her away from the Dyaks she must face an unknown doom, while should the natives recapture her there was the terrible Malay into whose clutches she had already twice fallen.
Now the head hunters were pressing closer, and suddenly, even as the girl looked directly at him, a spear passed through the heart of Number Three. Clutching madly at the shaft protruding from his misshapen body the grotesque thing stumbled on for a dozen paces, and then sank to the ground as two of the brown warriors sprang upon him with naked parangs. An instant later Virginia Maxon saw the hideous and grisly head swinging high in the hand of a dancing, whooping savage.
The man who carried her was now forced to turn and fight off the enemy that pressed forward past Number Twelve. The mighty bull whip whirled and cracked across the heads and faces of the Dyaks. It was a formidable weapon when backed by the Herculean muscles that rolled and shifted beneath Bulan's sun-tanned skin, and many were the brown warriors that went down beneath its cruel lash.
Virginia could see that the creature who bore her was not deformed of body, but she shrank from the thought of what a sight of his face might reveal. How much longer the two could fight off the horde at their heels the girl could not guess; and as a matter of fact she was indifferent to the outcome of the strange, running battle that was being waged with herself as the victor's spoil.
The country now was becoming rougher and more open. The flight seemed to be leading into a range of low hills, where the jungle grew less dense, and the way rocky and rugged. They had entered a narrow canyon when Number Twelve went down beneath a half dozen parangs. Again the girl saw a bloody head swung on high and heard the fierce, wild chorus of exulting victory. She wondered how long it would be ere the creature beneath her would add his share to the grim trophies of the hunt.
In the interval that the head hunters had paused to sever Number Twelve's head, Bulan had gained fifty yards upon them, and then, of a sudden, he came to a sheer wall rising straight across the narrow trail he had been following. Ahead there was no way—a cat could scarce have scaled that formidable barrier—but to the right he discerned what appeared to be a steep and winding pathway up the canyon's side, and with a bound he clambered along it to where it surmounted the rocky wall.
There he turned, winded, to await the oncoming foe. Here was a spot where a single man might defy an army, and Bulan had been quick to see the natural advantages of it. He placed the girl upon her feet behind a protruding shoulder of the canyon's wall which rose to a considerable distance still above them. Then he turned to face the mob that was surging up the narrow pathway toward him.
At his feet lay an accumulation of broken rock from the hillside above, and as a spear sped, singing, close above his shoulder, the occurrence suggested a use for the rough and jagged missiles which lay about him in such profusion. Many of the pieces were large, weighing twenty and thirty pounds, and some even as much as fifty. Picking up one of the larger Bulan raised it high above his head, and then hurled it down amongst the upclimbing warriors. In an instant pandemonium reigned, for the heavy boulder had mowed down a score of the pursuers, breaking arms and legs in its meteoric descent.
Missile after missile Bulan rained down upon the struggling, howling Dyaks, until, seized by panic, they turned and fled incontinently down into the depths of the canyon and back along the narrow trail they had come, and then superstitious fear completed the rout that the flying rocks had started, for one whispered to another that this was the terrible Bulan and that he had but lured them on into the hills that he might call forth all his demons and destroy them.
For a moment Bulan stood watching the retreating savages, a smile upon his lips, and then as the sudden equatorial dawn burst forth he turned to face the girl.
As Virginia Maxon saw the fine features of the giant where she had expected to find the grotesque and hideous lineaments of a monster, she gave a quick little cry of pleasure and relief.
"Thank God!" she cried fervently.
The smile upon the young man's face died. An expression of pain, and hopelessness, and sorrow swept across his features. The girl saw the change, and wondered, but how could she guess the grievous wound her words had inflicted?
For a moment the two stood in silence; Bulan tortured by thoughts of the bitter humiliation that he must suffer when the girl should learn his identity; Virginia wondering at the sad lines that had come into the young man's face, and at his silence.
It was the girl who first spoke. "Who are you," she asked, "to whom I owe my safety?"
The man hesitated. To speak aught than the truth had never occurred to him during his brief existence. He scarcely knew how to lie. To him a question demanded but one manner of reply—the facts. But never before had he had to face a question where so much depended upon his answer. He tried to form the bitter, galling words; but a vision of that lovely face suddenly transformed with horror and disgust throttled the name in his throat.
"I am Bulan," he said, at last, quietly.
"Bulan," repeated the girl. "Bulan. Why that is a native name. You are either an Englishman or an American. What is your true name?"
"My name is Bulan," he insisted doggedly.
Virginia Maxon thought that he must have some good reason of his own for wishing to conceal his identity. At first she wondered if he could be a fugitive from justice—the perpetrator of some horrid crime, who dared not divulge his true name even in the remote fastness of a Bornean wilderness; but a glance at his frank and noble countenance drove every vestige of the traitorous thought from her mind. Her woman's intuition was sufficient guarantee of the nobility of his character.
"Then let me thank you, Mr. Bulan," she said, "for the service that you have rendered a strange and helpless woman."
He smiled.
"Just Bulan," he said. "There is no need for Miss or Mister in the savage jungle, Virginia."
The girl flushed at the sudden and unexpected use of her given name, and was surprised that she was not offended.
"How do you know my name?" she asked.
Bulan saw that he would get into deep water if he attempted to explain too much, and, as is ever the way, discovered that one deception had led him into another; so he determined to forestall future embarrassing queries by concocting a story immediately to explain his presence and his knowledge.
"I lived upon the island near your father's camp," he said. "I knew you all—by sight."
"How long have you lived there?" asked the girl. "We thought the island uninhabited."
"All my life," replied Bulan truthfully.
"It is strange," she mused. "I cannot understand it. But the monsters—how is it that they followed you and obeyed your commands?"
Bulan touched the bull whip that hung at his side.
"Von Horn taught them to obey this," he said.
"He used that upon them?" cried the girl in horror.
"It was the only way," said Bulan. "They were almost brainless—they could understand nothing else, for they could not reason."
Virginia shuddered.
"Where are they now—the balance of them?" she asked.
"They are dead, poor things," he replied, sadly. "Poor, hideous, unloved, unloving monsters—they gave up their lives for the daughter of the man who made them the awful, repulsive creatures that they were."
"What do you mean?" cried the girl.
"I mean that all have been killed searching for you, and battling with your enemies. They were soulless creatures, but they loved the mean lives they gave up so bravely for you whose father was the author of their misery—you owe a great deal to them, Virginia."
"Poor things," murmured the girl, "but yet they are better off, for without brains or souls there could be no happiness in life for them. My father did them a hideous wrong, but it was an unintentional wrong. His mind was crazed with dwelling upon the wonderful discovery he had made, and if he wronged them he contemplated a still more terrible wrong to be inflicted upon me, his daughter."
"I do not understand," said Bulan.
"It was his intention to give me in marriage to one of his soulless monsters—to the one he called Number Thirteen. Oh, it is terrible even to think of the hideousness of it; but now they are all dead he cannot do it even though his poor mind, which seems well again, should suffer a relapse."
 asked Bulan. "Is it because they are hideous, or because they are soulless?"
"Either fact were enough to make them repulsive," replied the girl, "but it is the fact that they were without souls that made them totally impossible—one easily overlooks physical deformity, but the moral depravity that must be inherent in a creature without a soul must forever cut him off from intercourse with human beings."
"And you think that regardless of their physical appearance the fact that they were without souls would have been apparent?" asked Bulan.
"I am sure of it," cried Virginia. "I would know the moment I set my eyes upon a creature without a soul."
With all the sorrow that was his, Bulan could scarce repress a smile, for it was quite evident either that it was impossible to perceive a soul, or else that he possessed one.
"Just how do you distinguish the possessor of a soul?" he asked.
The girl cast a quick glance up at him.
"You are making fun of me," she said.
"Not at all," he replied. "I am just curious as to how souls make themselves apparent. I have seen men kill one another as beasts kill. I have seen one who was cruel to those within his power, yet they were all men with souls. I have seen eleven soulless monsters die to save the daughter of a man whom they believed had wronged them terribly—a man with a soul. How then am I to know what attributes denote the possession of the immortal spark? How am I to know whether or not I possess a soul?"
Virginia smiled.
"You are courageous and honorable and chivalrous—those are enough to warrant the belief that you have a soul, were it not apparent from your countenance that you are of the higher type of mankind," she said.
"I hope that you will never change your opinion of me, Virginia," said the man; but he knew that there lay before her a severe shock, and before him a great sorrow when they should come to where her father was and the girl should learn the truth concerning him.
That he did not himself tell her may be forgiven him, for he had only a life of misery to look forward to after she should know that he, too, was equally a soulless monster with the twelve that had preceded him to a merciful death. He would have envied them but for the anticipation of the time that he might be alone with her before she learned the truth.
As he pondered the future there came to him the thought that should they never find Professor Maxon or von Horn the girl need never know but that he was a human being. He need not lose her then, but always be near her. The idea grew and with it the mighty temptation to lead Virginia Maxon far into the jungle, and keep her forever from the sight of men. And why not? Had he not saved her where others had failed? Was she not, by all that was just and fair, his?
Did he owe any loyalty to either her father or von Horn? Already he had saved Professor Maxon's life, so the obligation, if there was any, lay all against the older man; and three times he had saved Virginia. He would be very kind and good to her. She should be much happier and a thousand times safer than with those others who were so poorly equipped to protect her.
As he stood silently gazing out across the jungle beneath them toward the new sun the girl watched him in a spell of admiration of his strong and noble face, and his perfect physique. What would have been her emotions had she guessed what thoughts were his! It was she who broke the silence.
"Can you find the way to the long-house where my father is?" she asked.
Bulan, startled at the question, looked up from his reverie. The thing must be faced, then, sooner than he thought. How was he to tell her of his intention? It occurred to him to sound her first—possibly she would make no objection to the plan.
"You are anxious to return?" he asked.
"Why, yes, of course, I am," she replied. "My father will be half mad with apprehension, until he knows that I am safe. What a strange question, indeed." Still, however, she did not doubt the motives of her companion.
"Suppose we should be unable to find our way to the long-house?" he continued.
"Oh, don't say such a thing," cried the girl. "It would be terrible. I should die of misery and fright and loneliness in this awful jungle. Surely you can find your way to the river—it was but a short march through the jungle from where we landed to the spot at which you took me away from that fearful Malay."
The girl's words cast a cloud over Bulan's hopes. The future looked less roseate with the knowledge that she would be unhappy in the life that he had been mapping for them. He was silent—thinking. In his breast a riot of conflicting emotions were waging the first great battle which was to point the trend of the man's character—would the selfish and the base prevail, or would the noble?
With the thought of losing her his desire for her companionship became almost a mania. To return her to her father and von Horn would be to lose her—of that there could be no doubt, for they would not leave her long in ignorance of his origin. Then, in addition to being deprived of her forever, he must suffer the galling mortification of her scorn.
It was a great deal to ask of a fledgling morality that was yet scarcely cognizant of its untried wings; but even as the man wavered between right and wrong there crept into his mind the one great and burning question of his life—had he a soul? And he knew that upon his decision of the fate of Virginia Maxon rested to some extent the true answer to that question, for, unconsciously, he had worked out his own crude soul hypothesis which imparted to this invisible entity the power to direct his actions only for good. Therefore he reasoned that wickedness presupposed a small and worthless soul, or the entire lack of one.
That she would hate a soulless creature he accepted as a foregone conclusion. He desired her respect, and that fact helped him to his final decision, but the thing that decided him was born of the truly chivalrous nature he possessed—he wanted Virginia Maxon to be happy; it mattered not at what cost to him.
The girl had been watching him closely as he stood silently thinking after her last words. She did not know the struggle that the calm face hid; yet she felt that the dragging moments were big with the question of her fate.
"Well?" she said at length.
"We must eat first," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, and not at all as though he was about to renounce his life's happiness, "and then we shall set out in search of your father. I shall take you to him, Virginia, if man can find him."
"I knew that you could," she said, simply, "but how my father and I ever can repay you I do not know—do you?"
"Yes," said Bulan, and there was a sudden rush of fire to his eyes that kept Virginia Maxon from urging a detailed explanation of just how she might repay him.
In truth she did not know whether to be angry, or frightened, or glad of the truth that she read there; or mortified that it had awakened in her a realization that possibly an analysis of her own interest in this young stranger might reveal more than she had imagined.
The constraint that suddenly fell upon them was relieved when Bulan motioned her to follow him back down the trail into the gorge in search of food. There they sat together upon a fallen tree beside a tiny rivulet, eating the fruit that the man gathered. Often their eyes met as they talked, but always the girl's fell before the open worship of the man's.
Many were the men who had looked in admiration at Virginia Maxon in the past, but never, she felt, with eyes so clean and brave and honest. There was no guile or evil in them, and because of it she wondered all the more that she could not face them.
"What a wonderful soul those eyes portray," she thought, "and how perfectly they assure the safety of my life and honor while their owner is near me."
And the man thought: "Would that I owned a soul that I might aspire to live always near her—always to protect her."
When they had eaten the two set out once more in search of the river, and the confidence that is born of ignorance was theirs, so that beyond each succeeding tangled barrier of vines and creepers they looked to see the swirling stream that would lead them to the girl's father.
On and on they trudged, the man often carrying the girl across the rougher obstacles and through the little streams that crossed their path, until at last came noon, and yet no sign of the river they sought. The combined jungle craft of the two had been insufficient either to trace the way that they had come, or point the general direction of the river.
As the afternoon drew to a close Virginia Maxon commenced to lose heart—she was confident that they were lost. Bulan made no pretence of knowing the way, the most that he would say being that eventually they must come to the river. As a matter-of-fact had it not been for the girl's evident concern he would have been glad to know that they were irretrievably lost; but for her sake his efforts to find the river were conscientious.
When at last night closed down upon them the girl was, at heart, terror stricken, but she hid her true state from the man, because she knew that their plight was no fault of his. The strange and uncanny noises of the jungle night filled her with the most dreadful forebodings, and when a cold, drizzling rain set in upon them her cup of misery was full.
Bulan rigged a rude shelter for her, making her lie down beneath it, and then he removed his Dyak war-coat and threw it over her, but it was hours before her exhausted body overpowered her nervous fright and won a fitful and restless slumber. Several times Virginia became obsessed with the idea that Bulan had left her alone there in the jungle, but when she called his name he answered from close beside her shelter.
She thought that he had reared another for himself nearby, but even the thought that he might sleep filled her with dread, yet she would not call to him again, since she knew that he needed his rest even more than she. And all the night Bulan stood close beside the woman he had learned to love—stood almost naked in the chill night air and the cold rain, lest some savage man or beast creep out of the darkness after her while he slept.
The next day with its night, and the next, and the next were but repetitions of the first. It had become an agony of suffering for the man to fight off sleep longer. The girl read part of the truth in his heavy eyes and worn face, and tried to force him to take needed rest, but she did not guess that he had not slept for four days and nights.
At last abused Nature succumbed to the terrific strain that had been put upon her, and the giant constitution of the man went down before the cold and the wet, weakened and impoverished by loss of sleep and insufficient food; for through the last two days he had been able to find but little, and that little he had given to the girl, telling her that he had eaten his fill while he gathered hers.
It was on the fifth morning, when Virginia awoke, that she found Bulan rolling and tossing upon the wet ground before her shelter, delirious with fever. At the sight of the mighty figure reduced to pitiable inefficiency and weakness, despite the knowledge that her protector could no longer protect, the fear of the jungle faded from the heart of the young girl—she was no more a weak and trembling daughter of an effete civilization. Instead she was a lioness, watching over and protecting her sick mate. The analogy did not occur to her, but something else did as she saw the flushed face and fever wracked body of the man whose appeal to her she would have thought purely physical had she given the subject any analytic consideration; and as a realization of his utter helplessness came to her she bent over him and kissed first his forehead and then his lips.
"What a noble and unselfish love yours has been," she murmured. "You have even tried to hide it that my position might be the easier to bear, and now that it may be too late I learn that I love you—that I have always loved you.
For a week Professor Maxon with von Horn and Sing sought for Virginia. They could get no help from the natives of the long-house, who feared the vengeance of Muda Saffir should he learn that they had aided the white men upon his trail.
And always as the three hunted through the jungle and up and down the river there lurked ever near a handful of the men of the tribe of the two whom von Horn had murdered, waiting for the chance that would give them revenge and the heads of the three they followed. They feared the guns of the white men too much to venture an open attack, and at night the quarry never abated their watchfulness, so that days dragged on, and still the three continued their hopeless quest unconscious of the relentless foe that dogged their footsteps.
Von Horn was always searching for an opportunity to enlist the aid of the friendly natives in an effort to regain the chest, but so far he had found none who would agree to accompany him even in consideration of a large share of the booty. It was the treasure alone which kept him to the search for Virginia Maxon, and he made it a point to direct the hunt always in the vicinity of the spot where it was buried, for a great fear consumed him that Ninaka might return and claim it before he had a chance to make away with it.
Three times during the week they returned and slept at the long-house, hoping each time to learn that the natives had received some news of her they sought, through the wonderful channels of communication that seemed always open across the trackless jungle and up and down the savage, lonely rivers.
For two days Bulan lay raving in the delirium of fever, while the delicate girl, unused to hardship and exposure, watched over him and nursed him with the loving tenderness and care of a young mother with her first born.
For the most part the young giant's ravings were inarticulate, but now and then Virginia heard her name linked with words of reverence and worship. The man fought again the recent battles he had passed through, and again suffered the long night watches beside the sleeping girl who filled his heart. Then it was that she learned the truth of his self-sacrificing devotion. The thing that puzzled her most was the repetition of a number and a name which ran through all his delirium—"Nine ninety nine Priscilla."
She could make neither head nor tail of it, nor was there another word to give a clue to its meaning, so at last from constant repetition it became a commonplace and she gave it no further thought.
The girl had given up hope that Bulan ever could recover, so weak and emaciated had he become, and when the fever finally left him quite suddenly she was positive that it was the beginning of the end. It was on the morning of the seventh day since they had commenced their wandering in search of the long-house that, as she sat watching him, she saw his eyes resting upon her face with a look of recognition.
Gently she took his hand, and at the act he smiled at her very weakly.
"You are better, Bulan," she said. "You have been very sick, but now you shall soon be well again."
She did not believe her own words, yet the mere saying of them gave her renewed hope.
"Yes," replied the man. "I shall soon be well again. How long have I been like this?"
"For two days," she replied.
"And you have watched over me alone in the jungle for two days?" he asked incredulously.
"Had it been for life," she said in a low voice, "it would scarce have repaid the debt I owe you."
For a long time he lay looking up into her eyes—longingly, wistfully.
"I wish that it had been for life," he said.
At first she did not quite realize what he meant, but presently the tired and hopeless expression of his eyes brought to her a sudden knowledge of his meaning.
"Oh, Bulan," she cried, "you must not say that. Why should you wish to die?"
"Because I love you, Virginia," he replied.
On the girl's lips was an avowal of her own love, but as she bent closer to whisper the words in his ear there came the sound of men crashing through the jungle, and as she turned to face the peril that she thought approaching, von Horn sprang into view, while directly behind him came her father and Sing Lee.
Bulan saw them at the same instant, and as Virginia ran forward to greet her father he staggered weakly to his feet. Von Horn was the first to see the young giant, and with an oath sprang toward him, drawing his revolver as he came.
"You beast," he cried. "We have caught you at last."
At the words Virginia turned back toward Bulan with a little scream of warning and of horror. Professor Maxon was behind her.
"Shoot the monster, von Horn," he ordered. "Do not let him escape."
Bulan drew himself to his full height, and though he wavered from weakness, yet he towered mighty and magnificent above the evil faced man who menaced him.
"Shoot!" he said calmly. "Death cannot come too soon now."
At the same instant von Horn pulled the trigger. The giant's head fell back, he staggered, whirled about, and crumpled to the earth just as Virginia Maxon's arms closed about him.
Von Horn rushed close and pushing the girl aside pressed the muzzle of his gun to Bulan's temple, but an avalanche of wrinkled, yellow skin was upon him before he could pull the trigger a second time, and Sing had hurled him back a dozen feet and snatched his weapon.
Moaning and sobbing Virginia threw herself upon the body of the man she loved, while Professor Maxon hurried to her side to drag her away from the soulless thing for whom he had once intended her.
Like a tigress the girl turned upon the two white men.
"You are murderers," she cried. "Cowardly murderers. Weak and exhausted by fever he could not combat you, and so you have robbed the world of one of the noblest men that God ever created."
"Hush!" cried Professor Maxon. "Hush, child, you do not know what you say. The thing was a monster—a soulless monster."
At the words the girl looked up quickly at her father, a faint realization of his meaning striking her like a blow in the face.
"What do you mean?" she whispered. "Who was he?"
It was von Horn who answered.
"No god created that," he said, with a contemptuous glance at the still body of the man at their feet.  The thing at your feet, Virginia, was Number Thirteen."
With a piteous little moan the girl turned back toward the body of the young giant.
"Virginia!" cried the professor.
"I am not mad," she moaned, "not yet. I love him. Man or monster, it would have been all the same to me, for I loved him."

"God!" he muttered. "What an awful punishment you have visited upon me for the sin of the thing I did."
The silence which followed was broken by Sing who had kneeled opposite Virginia upon the other side of Bulan, where he was feeling the giant's wrists and pressing his ear close above his heart.
"Do'n cly, Linee," said the kindly old Chinaman. "Him no dlead."  Him white 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 will only 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.
"You waitee, you dam flool," cried Sing. "I tellee lot more I know. You waitee I flixee him, and then, by God, I flixee you."
Von Horn took a menacing step toward the Chinaman, his face black with wrath, but Professor Maxon interposed.
"This has gone quite far enough, Doctor von Horn," he said. "It may be that we acted hastily. I do not know, of course, what Sing means, but I intend to find out. He has been very faithful to us, and deserves every consideration."
Von Horn stepped back, still scowling. Sing poured a little water between Bulan's lips, and then asked Professor Maxon for his brandy flask. With the first few drops of the fiery liquid the giant's eyelids moved, and a moment later he raised them and looked about him.
The first face he saw was Virginia's. It was full of love and compassion.
"They have not told you yet?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. "They have told me, but it makes no difference. You have given me the right to say it, Bulan, and I do say it now again, before them all—I love you, and that is all there is that makes any difference."
A look of happiness lighted his face momentarily, only to fade as quickly as it had come.
"No, Virginia," he said, sadly, "it would not be right. It would be wicked. I am not a human being. I am only a soulless monster. You cannot mate with such as I. You must go away with your father. Soon you will forget me."
"Never, Bulan!" cried the girl, determinedly.
The man was about to attempt to dissuade her, when Sing interrupted.
"You keepee still, Bulan," he said. "You wait till Sing tellee. You no mlonster. Mlaxon he no makee you. Sing he find you in low bloat jus' outsidee cove. You dummy. No know nothing. No know namee. No know where comee from. No talkee.
"Sing he jes' hearee Mlaxon tellee Hornee 'bout Nlumber Thlirteen. How he makee him for Linee. Makee Linee mally him. Sing he know what kindee fleaks Mlaxon makee. Linee always good to old Sing. Sing he been peeking thlu clack in wallee. See blig vlat where Thlirteen growing.
"Sing he takee you to Sing's shackee that night. Hide you till evlybody sleep. Then he sneak you in workee shop. Kickee over vlat. Leaves you. Nex' mlorning Mlaxon makee blig hulabaloo. Dance up and downee. Whoop! Thlirteen clome too soonee, but allight; him finee, perfec' man. Whoop!
"Anyway, you heap better for Linee than one Mlaxon's fleaks," he concluded, turning toward Bulan.
"You are lying, you yellow devil," cried von Horn.
The Chinaman turned his shrewd, slant eyes malevolently upon the doctor.
"Sing lies?" he hissed. "Mabbeso Sing lies when he ask what for you glet Bludleen steal tleasure. But Lajah Saffir he come and spoil it all while you tly glet Linee to the ship—Sing knows.
"Then you tellee Mlaxon Thlirteen steal Linee.  You lie again when Thlirteen savee Linee flom Oulang Outang—you say you savee Linee.
"Then you make bad talkee with Lajah Saffir at long-house. Sing hear you all timee. You tly getee tleasure away from Dlyaks for your self. Then—"
"Stop!" roared von Horn. "Stop! You lying yellow sneak, before I put a bullet in you."
"Both of you may stop now," said Professor Maxon authoritatively. "There have been charges made here that cannot go unnoticed. Can you prove these things Sing?" he asked turning to the Chinaman.
"I plove much by Bludleen's lascar. Bludleen tell him all 'bout Hornee. I plove some more by Dyak chief at long-house. He knows lots. Lajah Saffir tell him. It all tlue, Mlaxon."
"And it is true about this man—the thing that you have told us is true? He is not one of those created in the laboratory?"
"No, Mlaxon. You no makee fine young man like Blulan—you know lat, Mlaxon. You makee One, Two, Thlee—all up to Twelve. All fleaks.
During these revelations Bulan had sat with his eyes fixed upon the Chinaman. There was a puzzled expression upon his wan, blood-streaked face. It was as though he were trying to wrest from the inner temple of his consciousness a vague and tantalizing memory that eluded him each time that he felt he had it within his grasp—the key to the strange riddle that hid his origin.
The girl kneeled close beside him, one small hand in his. Hope and happiness had supplanted the sorrow in her face.  Professor Maxon stood silently by, watching the loving tenderness that marked each deft, little movement of her strong, brown hands.
The revelations of the past few minutes had shocked the old man into stupefied silence. It was difficult, almost impossible, for him to believe that Sing had spoken the truth and that this man was not one of the creatures of his own creation; yet from the bottom of his heart he prayed that it might prove the truth, for he saw that his daughter loved the man with a love that would be stayed by no obstacle or bound by no man-made law, or social custom.
The Chinaman's indictment of von Horn had come as an added blow to Professor Maxon, but it had brought its own supporting evidence in the flood of recollections it had induced in the professor's mind. Now he recalled a hundred chance incidents and conversations with his assistant that pointed squarely toward the man's disloyalty and villainy. He wondered that he had been so blind as not to have suspected his lieutenant long before.
 Bulan had risen weakly to his feet. The girl supported him upon one side, and Sing upon the other. Professor Maxon approached the little group.
"I do not know what to make of all that Sing has told us," he said. "If you are not Number Thirteen who are you? Where did you come from? It seems very strange indeed—impossible, in fact. However, if you will explain who you are, I shall be glad to—ah—consider—ah—permitting you to pay court to my daughter."
"I do not know who I am," replied Bulan. "I had always thought that I was only Number Thirteen, until Sing just spoke. Now I have a faint recollection of drifting for days upon the sea in an open boat—beyond that all is blank. I shall not force my attentions upon Virginia until I can prove my identity, and that my past is one which I can lay before her without shame—until then I shall not see her."
"You shall do nothing of the kind," cried the girl. "You love me, and I you. My father intended to force me to marry you while he still thought that you were a soulless thing.  As I have told you before, it makes no difference to me what you are. You have told me that you love me. You have demonstrated a love that is high, and noble, and self-sacrificing. More than that no girl needs to know. I am satisfied to be the wife of Bulan—if Bulan is satisfied to have the daughter of the man who has so cruelly wronged him."
An arm went around the girl's shoulders and drew her close to the man she had glorified with her loyalty and her love. The other hand was stretched out toward Professor Maxon.
 Some day I shall recall my past, until that time shall prove my worthiness I shall not ask for Virginia's hand, and in this decision she must concur, for the truth might reveal some insurmountable obstacle to our marriage. In the meantime let us be friends, professor, for we are both actuated by the same desire—the welfare and happiness of your daughter."
The old man stepped forward and took Bulan's hand. The expression of doubt and worry had left his face.
"I cannot believe," he said, "that you are other than a gentleman, and if, in my desire to protect Virginia, I have said aught to wound you I ask your forgiveness."
Bulan responded only with a tighter pressure of the hand.
"And now," said the professor, "let us return to the long-house. I wish to have a few words in private with you, von Horn," and he turned to face his assistant, but the man had disappeared.
"Where is Doctor von Horn?" exclaimed the scientist, addressing Sing.
"Hornee, him vamoose long time 'go," replied the Chinaman. "He hear all he likee."
Slowly the little party wound along the jungle trail, and in less than a mile, to Virginia's infinite surprise, came out upon the river and the long-house that she and Bulan had searched for in vain.
"And to think," she cried, "that all these awful days we have been almost within sound of your voices. What strange freak of fate sent you to us today?"
"We had about given up hope," replied her father, "when Sing suggested to me that we cut across the highlands that separate this valley from the one adjoining it upon the northeast, where we should strike other tribes and from them glean some clue to your whereabouts in case your abductors had attempted to carry you back to the sea by another route. This seemed likely in view of the fact that we were assured by enemies of Muda Saffir that you were not in his possession, and that the river we were bound for would lead your captors most quickly out of the domains of that rascally Malay. You may imagine our surprise, Virginia, when after proceeding for but a mile we discovered you."
No sooner had the party entered the verandah of the long-house than Professor Maxon made inquiries for von Horn, only to learn that he had departed up stream in a prahu with several warriors whom he had engaged to accompany him on a "hunting expedition," having explained that the white girl had been found and was being brought to the long-house.
The chief further explained that he had done his best to dissuade the white man from so rash an act, as he was going directly into the country of the tribe of the two men he had killed, and there was little chance that he ever would come out alive.
While they were still discussing von Horn's act, and wondering at his intentions, a native on the verandah cried out in astonishment, pointing down the river. As they looked in the direction he indicated all saw a graceful, white cutter gliding around a nearby turn. At the oars were white clad American sailors, and in the stern two officers in the uniform of the United States navy.
As the cutter touched the bank the entire party from the long-house, whites and natives, were gathered on the shore to meet it. At first the officers held off as though fearing a hostile demonstration, but when they saw the whites among the throng, a command was given to pull in, and a moment later one of the officers stepped ashore.
"I am Lieutenant May," he said, "of the U.S.S. New Mexico, flagship of the Pacific Fleet. Have I the honor to address Professor Maxon?"
The scientist nodded. "I am delighted," he said.
"We have been to your island, Professor," continued the officer, "and judging from the evidences of hasty departure, and the corpses of several natives there, I feared that some harm had befallen you. We therefore cruised along the Bornean coast making inquiries of the natives until at last we found one who had heard a rumor of a party of whites being far in the interior searching for a white girl who had been stolen from them by pirates.
"The farther up this river we have come the greater our assurance that we were on the right trail, for scarcely a native we interrogated but had seen or heard of some of your party.
"The imaginings of childish minds," said the professor. "However, why, my dear lieutenant, did you honor me by visiting my island?"
The officer hesitated a moment before answering, his eyes running about over the assembly as though in search of someone.
"Well, Professor Maxon, to be quite frank," he said at length, "we learned at Singapore the personnel of your party, which included a former naval officer whom we have been seeking for many years. We came to your island to arrest this man—I refer to Doctor Carl von Horn."
When the lieutenant learned of the recent disappearance of the man he sought, he expressed his determination to push on at once in pursuit; and as Professor Maxon feared again to remain unprotected in the heart of the Bornean wilderness his entire party was taken aboard the cutter.
A few miles up the river they came upon one of the Dyaks who had accompanied von Horn, a few hours earlier. The warrior sat smoking beside a beached prahu. When interrogated he explained that von Horn and the balance of his crew had gone inland, leaving him to guard the boat. He said that he thought he could guide them to the spot where the white man might be found.
Professor Maxon and Sing accompanied one of the officers and a dozen sailors in the wake of the Dyak guide. Virginia and Bulan remained in the cutter, as the latter was still too weak to attempt the hard march through the jungle. For an hour the party traversed the trail in the wake of von Horn and his savage companions. They had come almost to the spot when their ears were assailed by the weird and blood curdling yells of native warriors, and a moment later von Horn's escort dashed into view in full retreat.
At sight of the white men they halted in relief, pointing back in the direction they had come, and jabbering excitedly in their native tongue. Warily the party advanced again behind these new guides; but when they reached the spot they sought, the cause of the Dyaks' panic had fled, warned, doubtless, by their trained ears of the approach of an enemy.
The sight that met the eyes of the searchers told all of the story that they needed to know. A hole had been excavated in the ground, partially uncovering a heavy chest, and across this chest lay the headless body of Doctor Carl von Horn.
Lieutenant May turned toward Professor Maxon with a questioning look.
"It is he," said the scientist.
"But the chest?" inquired the officer.
"Mlaxon's tleasure," spoke up Sing Lee. "Hornee him tly steal it for long time."
"Treasure!" ejaculated the professor. "Bududreen gave up his life for this. Rajah Muda Saffir fought and intrigued and murdered for possession of it! Poor, misguided von Horn has died for it, and left his head to wither beneath the rafters of a Dyak long-house! It is incredible."
"But, Professor Maxon," said Lieutenant May, "men will suffer all these things and more for gold."
"Gold!" cried the professor. "Why, man, that is a box of books on biology and eugenics."
"My God!" exclaimed May, "and von Horn was accredited to be one of the shrewdest swindlers and adventurers in America! But come, we may as well return to the cutter—my men will carry the chest."
"No!" exclaimed Professor Maxon with a vehemence the other could not understand. "Let them bury it again where it lies. It and what it contains have been the cause of sufficient misery and suffering and crime. Let it lie where it is in the heart of savage Borneo, and pray to God that no man ever finds it, and that I shall forget forever that which is in it."
On the morning of the third day following the death of von Horn the New Mexico steamed away from the coast of Borneo. Upon her deck, looking back toward the verdure clad hills, stood Virginia and Bulan.
"Thank heaven," exclaimed the girl fervently, "that we are leaving it behind us forever."
"Amen," replied Bulan, "but yet, had it not been for Borneo I might never have found you."
"We should have met elsewhere then, Bulan," said the girl in a low voice, "for we were made for one another. No power on earth could have kept us apart. In your true guise you would have found me—I am sure of it."
"It is maddening, Virginia," said the man, "to be constantly straining every resource of my memory in futile endeavor to catch and hold one fleeting clue to my past. Why, dear, do you realize that I may have been a fugitive from justice, as was von Horn, a vile criminal perhaps. It is awful, Virginia, to contemplate the horrible possibilities of my lost past."
"No, Bulan, you could never have been a criminal," replied the loyal girl, "but there is one possibility that has been haunting me constantly. It frightens me just to think of it—it is," and the girl lowered her voice as though she feared to say the thing she dreaded most, "it is that you may have loved another—that—that you may even be married."
Bulan was about to laugh away any such fears when the gravity and importance of the possibility impressed him quite as fully as it had Virginia. He saw that it was not at all unlikely that he was already a married man; and he saw too what the girl now acknowledged, that they might never wed until the mystery of his past had been cleared away.
"There is something that gives weight to my fear," continued Virginia, "something that I had almost forgotten in the rush and excitement of events during the past few days. During your delirium your ravings were, for the most part, quite incoherent, but there was one name that you repeated many times—a woman's name, preceded by a number. It was 'Nine ninety nine Priscilla.' Maybe she—"
But Virginia got no further. With a low exclamation of delight Bulan caught her in his arms.
"It is all right, dear," he cried. "It is all right. Everything has come back to me now. You have given me the clue. Nine ninety nine Priscilla is my father's address—Nine ninety nine Priscilla Avenue.
"I am Townsend J. Harper, Jr. You have heard of my father. Every one has since he commenced consolidating interurban traction companies. And I'm not married, Virginia, and never have been; but I shall be if this miserable old mud scow ever reaches Singapore."
"Oh, Bulan," cried the girl, "how in the world did you ever happen to come to that terrible island of ours?"
"I came for you, dear," he replied. "It is a long story. After dinner I will tell you all of it that I can recall. For the present it must suffice you to know that I followed you from the railway station at Ithaca half around the world for a love that had been born from a single glance at your sweet face as you passed me to enter your Pullman.
"On my father's yacht I reached your island after trailing you to Singapore. It was a long and tedious hunt and we followed many blind leads, but at last we came off an island upon which natives had told us such a party as yours was living. Five of us put off in a boat to explore—that is the last that I can recall. Sing says he found me alone in a row boat, a 'dummy.'"
Virginia sighed, and crept closer to him.
"You may be the son of the great Townsend J. Harper, you have been the soulless Number Thirteen; but to me you will always be Bulan, for it was Bulan whom I learned to love."
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Command¶
A command reads, writes, or writes/reads an instrument. The commands of an instrument are imported from the spreadsheet: “commands.csv”. Default values are used if a cell in the CSV file is left empty.
The columns of the CSV spreadsheet are:
- name: The name of the command (key of the Python dictionary)
- ascii_str: The string sent to the instrument upon set after the value is appended.
- ascii_str_get: The string sent to the instrument. Default is ‘ascii_str?’
- getter: Is this command a getter? (bool)
- getter_type: Desired value returned by the getter, maps to Python conversion functions.
- setter: Is this command a setter? (bool)
- setter_type: Expected type of the setter value.
- setter_range: Allowed range of the setter value. Can be a numeric list of [min, max] or a list of allowed options.
- doc: Help message.
- subsystem: Subsystem of the command (simply for organizing help).
- is_config: Is this an instrument configuration that should be read as metadata at the start and end of every experiment?
- setter_inputs: The number of setter inputs (default of 1 which is the value).
- getter_inputs: The number of getter inputs (default of 0).
Example commands.csv¶
Below, portions of the the commands.csv file for the SRS810 digital lock-in amplifier are used to explain the format of an instrument Command.
Simple Command (phase)¶
| name | ascii_str | ascii_str_get | getter | getter_type | setter | setter_type | setter_range | doc | subsystem | is_config | setter_inputs | getter_inputs |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| phase | PHAS | TRUE | float | TRUE | float | [-360.0, 729.99] | Phase shift in degrees | ref_phase | TRUE |
The command phase is both a setter and getter. On set, ‘PHAS value’ is written to the instrument. On get, the instrument receives the query of ‘PHAS?’. The value returned by the instrument is converted to a float (determined by getter_type). phase is an instrument configuration (is_config = TRUE) and is appropriate for logging into metadata before and after experiments.
Complex Command (ch1_disp)¶
| name | ascii_str | ascii_str_get | getter | getter_type | setter | setter_type | setter_range | doc | subsystem | is_config | setter_inputs | getter_inputs |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| ch1_disp | DDEF {value} {ratio} | DDEF? | TRUE | byte_array_to_numarray | TRUE | int | [0, 4] | CH1 display to X, R, Xn, Aux 1or Aux 2 (j=0..4) and ratio the display to None, Aux1or Aux 2 (k=0,1,2). | disp_out | TRUE | 2 |
The command ch1_disp an input, ratio, in addition to the `value input. The may be referred to as a long setter. The syntax of this set is:
ret = lia.set(value = 'R', name = 'ch1_disp', configs = {'ratio': 0})
The configs dictionary must have keys that match all of the format keys in the ascii_str of the command.
The Command Class¶
-
class
command.
Command
(name, ascii_str='', ascii_str_get='', getter=True, getter_type=<class 'float'>, setter=True, limits=None, setter_type=<class 'float'>, doc='', subsystem=None, getter_inputs=None, setter_inputs=None, lookup={}, is_config=False, getter_override=None, setter_override=None, returns_image=False)[source]¶ A command to be sent to an instrument
Todo
- Add a switch to enable or disable the lookup table
- defaults for long getters and setters
- long getters/setters: need range requirements and names for 2nd and beyond getter inputs
Parameters: - name : string
The name of the command, used as lookup key to the instrument’s dictionary of commands
- ascii_str : string
What is sent to the instrument.
- ascii_str_get : string, optional
What is sent to the instrument when getting a value. If not specified ‘ascii_str’ will be used.
- getter : Boolean
Is this command a getter?
- getter_type : function, float
Converts the instrument returned value to a new type for processing. Example: float
- setter : Boolean
Is this command a setter?
- limits : list
Minimum and maximum allowed values for the set operation.
- setter_type : function, float
Currently not used; may be used to check if set value is the proper type
- doc : string, optional
Documentation for this command; will be printed with help.
- subsystem : string, optional
The subsystem (of the instrument) that this command fits into Used for organization help information.
- getter_inputs : list (of strings), optional
For non-conventional get functions (long getters) that send extra parameters. This is a list of the input parameters that are needed. These are keys to the config dictionary.
- setter_inputs : list (of strings), optional
For non-conventional set functions (long setters) that send extra parameters (beyond ‘value’). This is a list of the input parameters that are needed. These are keys to the config dictionary.
- lookup : dictionary, optional
A lookup table for values that can be mapped to more human-readable results. E.g. lookup = {‘SLOW’: 0, ‘FAST’: 1} The keys are the human-readable names, the dictionary values are what is sent and received from the instrument.
- is_config : bool, optional
is a “configuration” variable that should be measured and logged at the start and end of an experiment.
- getter_override : function, optional
run this upon get
- setter_override: function
runs this upon set
- returns_image: bool, optional (defaults to False)
does this command return an array or image (a value that cannot be stored in the NoSQL database)


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TCP proxy¶
TCP proxy architecture overview.
{
"name": "tcp_proxy",
"config": {
"stat_prefix": "...",
"route_config": "{...}"
"access_log": "[]"
}
}
- route_config
- (required, object) The route table for the filter. All filter instances must have a route table, even if it is empty.
- stat_prefix
- (required, string) The prefix to use when emitting statistics.
- access_log
- (optional, array) Configuration for access logs emitted by the this tcp_proxy.
Route Configuration¶
{
"routes": []
}
- routes
- (required, array) An array of route entries that make up the route table.
Route¶
A TCP proxy route consists of a set of optional L4 criteria and the name of a cluster. If a downstream connection matches all the specified criteria, the cluster in the route is used for the corresponding upstream connection. Routes are tried in the order specified until a match is found. If no match is found, the connection is closed. A route with no criteria is valid and always produces a match.
{
"cluster": "...",
"destination_ip_list": [],
"destination_ports": "...",
"source_ip_list": [],
"source_ports": "..."
}
- cluster
- (required, string) The cluster to connect to when a the downstream network connection matches the specified criteria.
- destination_ip_list
- (optional, array) An optional list of IP address subnets in the form “ip_address/xx”. The criteria is satisfied if the destination IP address of the downstream connection is contained in at least one of the specified subnets. If the parameter is not specified or the list is empty, the destination IP address is ignored. The destination IP address of the downstream connection might be different from the addresses on which the proxy is listening if the connection has been redirected. Example:
[ "<IP_ADDRESS>/24", "<IP_ADDRESS>/32", "<IP_ADDRESS>/16", "2001:abcd::/64" ]
- destination_ports
- (optional, string) An optional string containing a comma-separated list of port numbers or ranges. The criteria is satisfied if the destination port of the downstream connection is contained in at least one of the specified ranges. If the parameter is not specified, the destination port is ignored. The destination port address of the downstream connection might be different from the port on which the proxy is listening if the connection has been redirected. Example:
{ "destination_ports": "1-1024,2048-4096,12345" }
- source_ip_list
- (optional, array) An optional list of IP address subnets in the form “ip_address/xx”. The criteria is satisfied if the source IP address of the downstream connection is contained in at least one of the specified subnets. If the parameter is not specified or the list is empty, the source IP address is ignored. Example:
[ "<IP_ADDRESS>/24", "<IP_ADDRESS>/32", "<IP_ADDRESS>/16", "2001:abcd::/64" ]
- source_ports
- (optional, string) An optional string containing a comma-separated list of port numbers or ranges. The criteria is satisfied if the source port of the downstream connection is contained in at least one of the specified ranges. If the parameter is not specified, the source port is ignored. Example:
{ "source_ports": "1-1024,2048-4096,12345" }
Statistics¶
The TCP proxy filter emits both its own downstream statistics as well as many of the cluster upstream statistics where applicable. The downstream statistics are rooted at tcp.<stat_prefix>. with the following statistics:
| Name | Type | Description |
|---|---|---|
| downstream_cx_total | Counter | Total number of connections handled by the filter. |
| downstream_cx_no_route | Counter | Number of connections for which no matching route was found. |
| downstream_cx_tx_bytes_total | Counter | Total bytes written to the downstream connection. |
| downstream_cx_tx_bytes_buffered | Gauge | Total bytes currently buffered to the downstream connection. |
| downstream_flow_control_paused_reading_total | Counter | Total number of times flow control paused reading from downstream. |
| downstream_flow_control_resumed_reading_total | Counter | Total number of times flow control resumed reading from downstream. |


This Class represents a Cattle for the GiroDeGado software.
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#include <cattle.h>
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| virtual | ~Cattle () |
| |
| virtual void | setEarring (QSqlQuery *query, int actual_cattle_earring, int new_cattle_earring)=0 |
| |
| virtual QString | getEarring (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring) const =0 |
| |
| virtual void | setBreed (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring, std::string cattle_breed)=0 |
| |
| virtual QString | getBreed (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring) const =0 |
| |
| virtual void | setAcquisitionDate (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring, std::string cattle_acquisition_date)=0 |
| |
| virtual QString | getAcquisitionDate (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring) const =0 |
| |
| virtual void | setBirthDate (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring, std::string cattle_birth_date)=0 |
| |
| virtual QString | getBirthDate (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring) const =0 |
| |
| virtual void | setFather (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring, int cattle_father)=0 |
| |
| virtual QString | getFather (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring) const =0 |
| |
| virtual void | setMother (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring, int cattle_mother)=0 |
| |
| virtual QString | getMother (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring) const =0 |
| |
| virtual void | setWeight (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring, double cattle_weight)=0 |
| |
| virtual QString | getWeight (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring) const =0 |
| |
| virtual void | setValue (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring, double cattle_value)=0 |
| |
| virtual QString | getValue (QSqlQuery *query, int cattle_earring) const =0 |
| |
This Class represents a Cattle for the GiroDeGado software.
◆ ~Cattle()
| virtual Cattle::~Cattle |
( |
| ) |
|
|
inlinevirtual |
This is the default destructor for the Cattle Class.
◆ getAcquisitionDate()
| virtual QString Cattle::getAcquisitionDate |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring |
|
) |
| const |
|
pure virtual |
Returns the acquisition date of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
- Returns
- QString - the content acquisition date attribute.
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ getBirthDate()
| virtual QString Cattle::getBirthDate |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring |
|
) |
| const |
|
pure virtual |
Returns the birth date of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
- Returns
- QString - the content birth date attribute.
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ getBreed()
| virtual QString Cattle::getBreed |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring |
|
) |
| const |
|
pure virtual |
Returns the breed of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
- Returns
- QString - the content Breed attribute.
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ getEarring()
| virtual QString Cattle::getEarring |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring |
|
) |
| const |
|
pure virtual |
Returns the earring of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
- Returns
- QString - the content earring attribute.
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ getFather()
| virtual QString Cattle::getFather |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring |
|
) |
| const |
|
pure virtual |
Returns the father's earring of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
- Returns
- QString - the content father attribute.
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ getMother()
| virtual QString Cattle::getMother |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring |
|
) |
| const |
|
pure virtual |
Returns the mother's earring of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
- Returns
- QString - the content mother attribute.
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ getValue()
| virtual QString Cattle::getValue |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring |
|
) |
| const |
|
pure virtual |
Returns the value of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
- Returns
- QString - the content value attribute.
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ getWeight()
| virtual QString Cattle::getWeight |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring |
|
) |
| const |
|
pure virtual |
Returns the weight of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
- Returns
- QString - the content weight attribute.
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ setAcquisitionDate()
| virtual void Cattle::setAcquisitionDate |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring, |
|
|
std::string |
cattle_acquisition_date |
|
) |
| |
|
pure virtual |
Sets the acquisition date of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
| cattle_acquisition_date | which will be set to the current Cattle. |
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ setBirthDate()
| virtual void Cattle::setBirthDate |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring, |
|
|
std::string |
cattle_birth_date |
|
) |
| |
|
pure virtual |
Sets the birth date of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
| cattle_birth_date | which will be set to the current Cattle. |
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ setBreed()
| virtual void Cattle::setBreed |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring, |
|
|
std::string |
cattle_breed |
|
) |
| |
|
pure virtual |
Sets the breed of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
| cattle_breed | which will be set to the current Cattle. |
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ setEarring()
| virtual void Cattle::setEarring |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
actual_cattle_earring, |
|
|
int |
new_cattle_earring |
|
) |
| |
|
pure virtual |
Sets the earring of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| actual_cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
| new_cattle_earring | which will be set to the current Cattle. |
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ setFather()
| virtual void Cattle::setFather |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring, |
|
|
int |
cattle_father |
|
) |
| |
|
pure virtual |
Sets the father's earring of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
| cattle_father | which will be set to the current Cattle. |
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ setMother()
| virtual void Cattle::setMother |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring, |
|
|
int |
cattle_mother |
|
) |
| |
|
pure virtual |
Sets the mother's earring of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
| cattle_mother | which will be set to the current Cattle. |
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ setValue()
| virtual void Cattle::setValue |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring, |
|
|
double |
cattle_value |
|
) |
| |
|
pure virtual |
Sets the value of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
| cattle_value | which will be set to the current Cattle. |
Implemented in CattleHandle.
◆ setWeight()
| virtual void Cattle::setWeight |
( |
QSqlQuery * |
query, |
|
|
int |
cattle_earring, |
|
|
double |
cattle_weight |
|
) |
| |
|
pure virtual |
Sets the weight of the current Cattle in the database.
- Parameters
-
| query | the query of a database. |
| cattle_earring | the earring of the current Cattle. |
| cattle_weight | which will be set to the current Cattle. |
Implemented in CattleHandle.
The documentation for this class was generated from the following file:


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Brexit impact: UK avoids recession scare with 0.3% growth in Sep quarter
The technical definition of a recession is two straight quarters of negative growth.
by AFPBritain's Brexit-facing economy avoided entering recession in the third quarter with growth of 0.3 percent, official data showed on Monday.
Gross domestic product rebounded in the July-September period after a 0.2-percent contraction in the second quarter, the Office for National Statistics said in a statement. The technical definition of a recession is two straight quarters of negative growth.


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