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11 - The Island of Dr Moreau - H G Wells
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And now I thought I saw it all. The memory of his work on the transfusion of blood recurred to me. These creatures I had seen were the victims of some hideous experiment. These sickening scoundrels had merely intended to keep me back, to fool me with their display of confidence and presently to fall upon me with a fate more horrible than death with torture. And after torture, the most hideous degradation it is possible to conceive, to send me off a lost soul, a beast to the rest of their comous route. I looked around for some weapon, nothing. Then with an inspiration I turned over the deck chair, put my foot on the side of it and tore away the side rail. It happened that a nail came away with the wood and projecting gave a touch of danger to an otherwise petty weapon. I heard a step outside, and incontinently flung open the door and found Montgomery within a yard of it. He meant to lock the outer door. I raised this nailed stick of mine and cut at his face but he sprang back. I hesitated a moment, then turned and fled round the corner of the house. "Prendic man!" I heard his astonished cry. "Don't be a Thiliath, man!" Another minute thought I, and he would have had me locked in and as ready as a hospital rabbit for my fate. He emerged behind the corner, for I heard him shout, "Prendic!" Then he began to run after me, shouting things as he ran. This time running blindly, I went northeastward in the direction at right angles to my previous expedition. Once as I went running headlong up the beach, I glanced over my shoulder and saw his attendant with him. I ran furiously up the slope over it, then turning eastward along a rocky valley, fringed on either side with jungle. I ran for perhaps a mile altogether, my chest straining, my heart beating in my ears. And then, hearing nothing of Montgomery or his man, and feeling upon the verge of exhaustion, I doubled sharply back towards the beach as I judged, and lay down in the shelter of a cane-break. There I remained for a long time too fearful to move, and indeed too fearful even to plan a course of action. The wild scene about me lay sleeping silently under the sun, and the only sound near me was the thin hum of some small gnats that had discovered me. Presently I became aware of a drowsy breathing sound, the sowing of the sea upon the beach. After about an hour I heard Montgomery shouting my name far away to the north. That set me thinking of my plan of action. As I interpreted it then, this island was inhabited only by these two vivisectors and their animalized victims. Some of these no doubt they could press into their service against me if need arose. I knew both Monroe and Montgomery carried revolvers, and, say for a feeble bar of deal spiked with a small nail, the merest mockery of a mace, I was unarmed. So I lay still there, until I began to think of food and drink, and at that thought the real hopelessness of my situation came home to me. I knew no way of getting anything to eat. I was too ignorant of botany to discover any resort of root or fruit that might lie about me. I had no means of trapping the few rabbits upon the island. It grew blanker the more I turned the prospect over. At last in the desperation of my position, my mind turned to the animal men I had encountered. I tried to find some hope in what I remembered of them. In turn I recalled each one I had seen, and tried to draw some augury of assistance from my memory. Then suddenly I heard a stag-hound bay, and at that realized a new danger. I took little time to think, or they would have caught me then, but, snatching up my nailed stick, rushed headlong from my hiding place towards the sound of the sea. I remember a growth of thorny plants, with spines that stabbed like pin-knives. I emerged bleeding in with torn clothes upon the lip of a long creek opening northward. I went straight into the water without a minute's hesitation, waiting up the creek, and presently finding myself knee-deep in a little stream. I scrambled out at last on the westward bank, and with my heart beating loudly in my ears, crept into a tangle of ferns to await the issue. I heard the dog. There was only one, drawn nearer, and yelp when it came to the thorns. Then I heard no more, and presently began to think I had escaped. The minutes passed. The silence lengthened out, and at last after an hour of security my courage began to return to me. By this time I was no longer very much terrified, or very miserable. I had, as it were, passed the limit of terror and despair. I felt now that my life was practically lost, and that persuasion made me capable of daring anything. I had even a certain wish to encounter a row face to face, and, as I had waded into the water, I remembered that if I were too hard-pressed at least one path of escape from torment still lay open to me, they could not very well prevent my drowning myself. I had half a mind drown myself then, but not wish to see the whole adventure out. A queer, impersonal, spectacular interest in myself restrained me. I stretched my limbs, saw and painful from the pricks of the tiny plants, and stared around me at the trees. And, so suddenly that it seemed to jump out of the green tracery about it, my eyes lit upon a black face, watching me. I saw that it was the simian creature who had met the launch upon the beach. He was clinging to the oblique stem of a palm tree. I gripped my stick and stood up facing him. He began chattering. "You, you, you!" was all I could distinguish at first. Suddenly he dropped from the tree, and in another moment was holding the fronds apart, and staring curiously at me. I did not feel the same repugnance towards this creature which I had experienced in my encounters with the other beast men. "You!" he said, "in the boat!" He was a man then, at least, as much of a man as Montgomery's attendant, for he could talk. "Yes," I said, "I came in the boat, from the ship." "Oh!" he said, and his bright, restless eyes traveled over me, to my hands, to the stick I carried, to my feet, to the tattered places in my coat, and the cuts and scratches I had received from the thorns. He seemed puzzled at something. His eyes came back to my hands. He held out his own hand, and counted his digits slowly. "One, two, three, four, five, eight..." I did not grasp his meaning then. Afterwards I was to find that a great proportion of these beast men had malformed hands, lacking sometimes even three digits. But guessing this was in some way a greeting, I did the same thing by way of reply. He grinned with immense satisfaction. Then his swift roving glance went round again. He made a swift movement, and vanished. The fern fronds he had stood between came swishing together. I pushed out of the break after him, and was astonished to find him swinging cheerfully by one lank arm from a rope of creepers that looked down from the foliage overhead. His back was to me. "Hello!" said I. He came down with a twisting jump and stood facing me. "I say," said I, "where can I get something to eat?" "Eat!" he said. "Eat man's food now!" And his eye went back to the swing of ropes. "At the huts!" "But where are the huts?" "Oh!" "I'm new, you know." At that he swung round and set off at a quick walk. "All his motions were curiously rapid." "Come along!" said he. I went with him to see the adventure out. I guessed the huts were some rough shelter where he and some more of these beast people lived. I might perhaps find them friendly, find some handle in their minds to take hold of. I did not know how far they had forgotten their human heritage. My ape-like companion trotted along by my side, with his hands hanging down and his jaw thrust forward. I wondered what memory he might have in him. "How long have you been on this island?" said I. "How long?" he asked. And after having the question repeated he held up three fingers. The creature was little better than an idiot. I tried to make out what he meant by that, and it seems I bought him. After another question or two he suddenly left my side and went leaping at some fruit that hung from a tree. He pulled down a handful of prickly husks and went on eating the contents. I noted this with satisfaction, for here at least was a hint for feeding. I tried him with some other questions, but his chattering, prompt responses were as often as not quite at cross-purposes with my question. Some few were appropriate, others quite parent-like. I was so intent upon these peculiarities that I scarcely noticed the path we followed. Presently we came to trees, all charred and brown, and so to a bare place covered with a yellow-white in crustacean, a cross-witch bursting smoke, pungent in whiffs to nose and eyes when drifting. On our right, over a shoulder of bare rock, I saw the level blue of the sea. The path coiled down abruptly into a narrow ravine, between two tumbled and knotty masses of blackish scorey eye. Into this we plunged. It was extremely dark, this passage, after the blinding sunlight reflected from the sulphurous ground. Its walls grew steep and approached each other. Blotches of green and crimson drifted across my eyes. My conductors stopped suddenly. "Home!" said he, and I stood in a floor of a chasm that was at first absolutely dark to me. I heard some strange noises, and thrust the knuckles of my left hand into my eyes. I became aware of a disagreeable odor, like that of a monkey's cage ill-cleaned. Beyond the rock opened again upon a gradual slope of sunlit greenery, and on either hand the lights smote down through narrow ways into the central gloom.