von horn, too, had let them know the identity of their creator, and thus implanted in their malformed brains the insidious poison of revenge.envy and jealousy were there as well, and hatred of all beings other than themselves.they envied the ease and comparative beauty of the old professor and his assistant, and hated the latter for the cruelty of the bull whip and the constant menace of the ever ready revolver; and so as they were to them the representatives of the great human world of which they could never be a part, their envy and jealousy and hatred of these men embraced the entire race which they represented.
it was such that number thirteen faced as he emerged from the professor's apartment.
"what do you want here?" he said, addressing number twelve, who stood a little in advance of the others.
"we have come for maxon," growled the creature.
"we have been penned up long enough.we want to be out here.we have come to kill maxon and you and all who have made us what we are.""why do you wish to kill me?" asked the young man.
"i am one of you.i was made in the same way that you were made."number twelve opened his mismated eyes in astonishment.
"then you have already killed maxon?" he asked.
"no.he was wounded by a savage enemy.i have been helping to make him well again.he has wronged me as much as he has you.if i do not wish to kill him, why should you? he did not mean to wrong us.he thought that he was doing right.he is in trouble now and we should stay and protect him.""he lies," suddenly shouted another of the horde.