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+That night land was sighted after sundown, and the schooner hove to.
+Montgomery intimated that was his destination. It was too far to see
+any details; it seemed to me then simply a low-lying patch of dim blue
+in the uncertain blue-grey sea. An almost vertical streak of smoke went
+up from it into the sky. The captain was not on deck when it was
+sighted. After he had vented his wrath on me he had staggered below,
+and I understand he went to sleep on the floor of his own cabin. The
+mate practically assumed the command. He was the gaunt, taciturn
+individual we had seen at the wheel. Apparently he was in an evil
+temper with Montgomery. He took not the slightest notice of either of
+us. We dined with him in a sulky silence, after a few ineffectual
+efforts on my part to talk. It struck me too that the men regarded my
+companion and his animals in a singularly unfriendly manner. I found
+Montgomery very reticent about his purpose with these creatures, and
+about his destination; and though I was sensible of a growing curiosity
+as to both, I did not press him.
+
+We remained talking on the quarter deck until the sky was thick with
+stars. Except for an occasional sound in the yellow-lit forecastle and
+a movement of the animals now and then, the night was very still. The
+puma lay crouched together, watching us with shining eyes, a black heap
+in the corner of its cage. Montgomery produced some cigars. He talked
+to me of London in a tone of half-painful reminiscence, asking all
+kinds of questions about changes that had taken place. He spoke like a
+man who had loved his life there, and had been suddenly and irrevocably
+cut off from it. I gossiped as well as I could of this and that. All
+the time the strangeness of him was shaping itself in my mind; and as I
+talked I peered at his odd, pallid face in the dim light of the
+binnacle lantern behind me. Then I looked out at the darkling sea,
+where in the dimness his little island was hidden.
+
+This man, it seemed to me, had come out of Immensity merely to save my
+life. To-morrow he would drop over the side, and vanish again out of my
+existence. Even had it been under commonplace circumstances, it would
+have made me a trifle thoughtful; but in the first place was the
+singularity of an educated man living on this unknown little island,
+and coupled with that the extraordinary nature of his luggage. I found
+myself repeating the captain’s question. What did he want with the
+beasts? Why, too, had he pretended they were not his when I had
+remarked about them at first? Then, again, in his personal attendant
+there was a bizarre quality which had impressed me profoundly. These
+circumstances threw a haze of mystery round the man. They laid hold of
+my imagination, and hampered my tongue.
+
+Towards midnight our talk of London died away, and we stood side by
+side leaning over the bulwarks and staring dreamily over the silent,
+starlit sea, each pursuing his own thoughts. It was the atmosphere for
+sentiment, and I began upon my gratitude.
+
+“If I may say it,” said I, after a time, “you have saved my life.”
+
+“Chance,” he answered. “Just chance.”
+
+“I prefer to make my thanks to the accessible agent.”
+
+“Thank no one. You had the need, and I had the knowledge; and I
+injected and fed you much as I might have collected a specimen. I was
+bored and wanted something to do. If I’d been jaded that day, or hadn’t
+liked your face, well—it’s a curious question where you would have been
+now!”
+
+This damped my mood a little. “At any rate,” I began.
+
+“It’s a chance, I tell you,” he interrupted, “as everything is in a
+man’s life. Only the asses won’t see it! Why am I here now, an outcast
+from civilisation, instead of being a happy man enjoying all the
+pleasures of London? Simply because eleven years ago—I lost my head for
+ten minutes on a foggy night.”
+
+He stopped. “Yes?” said I.
+
+“That’s all.”
+
+We relapsed into silence. Presently he laughed. “There’s something in
+this starlight that loosens one’s tongue. I’m an ass, and yet somehow I
+would like to tell you.”
+
+“Whatever you tell me, you may rely upon my keeping to myself—if that’s
+it.”
+
+He was on the point of beginning, and then shook his head, doubtfully.
+
+“Don’t,” said I. “It is all the same to me. After all, it is better to
+keep your secret. There’s nothing gained but a little relief if I
+respect your confidence. If I don’t—well?”
+
+He grunted undecidedly. I felt I had him at a disadvantage, had caught
+him in the mood of indiscretion; and to tell the truth I was not
+curious to learn what might have driven a young medical student out of
+London. I have an imagination. I shrugged my shoulders and turned away.
+Over the taffrail leant a silent black figure, watching the stars. It
+was Montgomery’s strange attendant. It looked over its shoulder quickly
+with my movement, then looked away again.
+
+It may seem a little thing to you, perhaps, but it came like a sudden
+blow to me. The only light near us was a lantern at the wheel. The
+creature’s face was turned for one brief instant out of the dimness of
+the stern towards this illumination, and I saw that the eyes that
+glanced at me shone with a pale-green light. I did not know then that a
+reddish luminosity, at least, is not uncommon in human eyes. The thing
+came to me as stark inhumanity. That black figure with its eyes of fire
+struck down through all my adult thoughts and feelings, and for a
+moment the forgotten horrors of childhood came back to my mind. Then
+the effect passed as it had come. An uncouth black figure of a man, a
+figure of no particular import, hung over the taffrail against the
+starlight, and I found Montgomery was speaking to me.
+
+“I’m thinking of turning in, then,” said he, “if you’ve had enough of
+this.”
+
+I answered him incongruously. We went below, and he wished me
+good-night at the door of my cabin.
+
+That night I had some very unpleasant dreams. The waning moon rose
+late. Its light struck a ghostly white beam across my cabin, and made
+an ominous shape on the planking by my bunk. Then the staghounds woke,
+and began howling and baying; so that I dreamt fitfully, and scarcely
+slept until the approach of dawn.
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+The reader will perhaps understand that at first everything was so
+strange about me, and my position was the outcome of such unexpected
+adventures, that I had no discernment of the relative strangeness of
+this or that thing. I followed the llama up the beach, and was
+overtaken by Montgomery, who asked me not to enter the stone enclosure.
+I noticed then that the puma in its cage and the pile of packages had
+been placed outside the entrance to this quadrangle.
+
+I turned and saw that the launch had now been unloaded, run out again,
+and was being beached, and the white-haired man was walking towards us.
+He addressed Montgomery.
+
+“And now comes the problem of this uninvited guest. What are we to do
+with him?”
+
+“He knows something of science,” said Montgomery.
+
+“I’m itching to get to work again—with this new stuff,” said the
+white-haired man, nodding towards the enclosure. His eyes grew
+brighter.
+
+“I daresay you are,” said Montgomery, in anything but a cordial tone.
+
+“We can’t send him over there, and we can’t spare the time to build him
+a new shanty; and we certainly can’t take him into our confidence just
+yet.”
+
+“I’m in your hands,” said I. I had no idea of what he meant by “over
+there.”
+
+“I’ve been thinking of the same things,” Montgomery answered. “There’s
+my room with the outer door—”
+
+“That’s it,” said the elder man, promptly, looking at Montgomery; and
+all three of us went towards the enclosure. “I’m sorry to make a
+mystery, Mr. Prendick; but you’ll remember you’re uninvited. Our little
+establishment here contains a secret or so, is a kind of Blue-Beard’s
+chamber, in fact. Nothing very dreadful, really, to a sane man; but
+just now, as we don’t know you—”
+
+“Decidedly,” said I, “I should be a fool to take offence at any want of
+confidence.”
+
+He twisted his heavy mouth into a faint smile—he was one of those
+saturnine people who smile with the corners of the mouth down,—and
+bowed his acknowledgment of my complaisance. The main entrance to the
+enclosure was passed; it was a heavy wooden gate, framed in iron and
+locked, with the cargo of the launch piled outside it, and at the
+corner we came to a small doorway I had not previously observed. The
+white-haired man produced a bundle of keys from the pocket of his
+greasy blue jacket, opened this door, and entered. His keys, and the
+elaborate locking-up of the place even while it was still under his
+eye, struck me as peculiar. I followed him, and found myself in a small
+apartment, plainly but not uncomfortably furnished and with its inner
+door, which was slightly ajar, opening into a paved courtyard. This
+inner door Montgomery at once closed. A hammock was slung across the
+darker corner of the room, and a small unglazed window defended by an
+iron bar looked out towards the sea.
+
+This the white-haired man told me was to be my apartment; and the inner
+door, which “for fear of accidents,” he said, he would lock on the
+other side, was my limit inward. He called my attention to a convenient
+deck-chair before the window, and to an array of old books, chiefly, I
+found, surgical works and editions of the Latin and Greek classics
+(languages I cannot read with any comfort), on a shelf near the
+hammock. He left the room by the outer door, as if to avoid opening the
+inner one again.
+
+“We usually have our meals in here,” said Montgomery, and then, as if
+in doubt, went out after the other. “Moreau!” I heard him call, and for
+the moment I do not think I noticed. Then as I handled the books on the
+shelf it came up in consciousness: Where had I heard the name of Moreau
+before? I sat down before the window, took out the biscuits that still
+remained to me, and ate them with an excellent appetite. Moreau!
+
+Through the window I saw one of those unaccountable men in white,
+lugging a packing-case along the beach. Presently the window-frame hid
+him. Then I heard a key inserted and turned in the lock behind me.
+After a little while I heard through the locked door the noise of the
+staghounds, that had now been brought up from the beach. They were not
+barking, but sniffing and growling in a curious fashion. I could hear
+the rapid patter of their feet, and Montgomery’s voice soothing them.
+
+I was very much impressed by the elaborate secrecy of these two men
+regarding the contents of the place, and for some time I was thinking
+of that and of the unaccountable familiarity of the name of Moreau; but
+so odd is the human memory that I could not then recall that well-known
+name in its proper connection. From that my thoughts went to the
+indefinable queerness of the deformed man on the beach. I never saw
+such a gait, such odd motions as he pulled at the box. I recalled that
+none of these men had spoken to me, though most of them I had found
+looking at me at one time or another in a peculiarly furtive manner,
+quite unlike the frank stare of your unsophisticated savage. Indeed,
+they had all seemed remarkably taciturn, and when they did speak,
+endowed with very uncanny voices. What was wrong with them? Then I
+recalled the eyes of Montgomery’s ungainly attendant.
+
+Just as I was thinking of him he came in. He was now dressed in white,
+and carried a little tray with some coffee and boiled vegetables
+thereon. I could hardly repress a shuddering recoil as he came, bending
+amiably, and placed the tray before me on the table. Then astonishment
+paralysed me. Under his stringy black locks I saw his ear; it jumped
+upon me suddenly close to my face. The man had pointed ears, covered
+with a fine brown fur!
+
+“Your breakfast, sair,” he said.
+
+I stared at his face without attempting to answer him. He turned and
+went towards the door, regarding me oddly over his shoulder. I followed
+him out with my eyes; and as I did so, by some odd trick of unconscious
+cerebration, there came surging into my head the phrase, “The Moreau
+Hollows”—was it? “The Moreau—” Ah! It sent my memory back ten years.
+“The Moreau Horrors!” The phrase drifted loose in my mind for a moment,
+and then I saw it in red lettering on a little buff-coloured pamphlet,
+to read which made one shiver and creep. Then I remembered distinctly
+all about it. That long-forgotten pamphlet came back with startling
+vividness to my mind. I had been a mere lad then, and Moreau was, I
+suppose, about fifty,—a prominent and masterful physiologist,
+well-known in scientific circles for his extraordinary imagination and
+his brutal directness in discussion.
+
+Was this the same Moreau? He had published some very astonishing facts
+in connection with the transfusion of blood, and in addition was known
+to be doing valuable work on morbid growths. Then suddenly his career
+was closed. He had to leave England. A journalist obtained access to
+his laboratory in the capacity of laboratory-assistant, with the
+deliberate intention of making sensational exposures; and by the help
+of a shocking accident (if it was an accident), his gruesome pamphlet
+became notorious. On the day of its publication a wretched dog, flayed
+and otherwise mutilated, escaped from Moreau’s house. It was in the
+silly season, and a prominent editor, a cousin of the temporary
+laboratory-assistant, appealed to the conscience of the nation. It was
+not the first time that conscience has turned against the methods of
+research. The doctor was simply howled out of the country. It may be
+that he deserved to be; but I still think that the tepid support of his
+fellow-investigators and his desertion by the great body of scientific
+workers was a shameful thing. Yet some of his experiments, by the
+journalist’s account, were wantonly cruel. He might perhaps have
+purchased his social peace by abandoning his investigations; but he
+apparently preferred the latter, as most men would who have once fallen
+under the overmastering spell of research. He was unmarried, and had
+indeed nothing but his own interest to consider.
+
+I felt convinced that this must be the same man. Everything pointed to
+it. It dawned upon me to what end the puma and the other animals—which
+had now been brought with other luggage into the enclosure behind the
+house—were destined; and a curious faint odour, the halitus of
+something familiar, an odour that had been in the background of my
+consciousness hitherto, suddenly came forward into the forefront of my
+thoughts. It was the antiseptic odour of the dissecting-room. I heard
+the puma growling through the wall, and one of the dogs yelped as
+though it had been struck.
+
+Yet surely, and especially to another scientific man, there was nothing
+so horrible in vivisection as to account for this secrecy; and by some
+odd leap in my thoughts the pointed ears and luminous eyes of
+Montgomery’s attendant came back again before me with the sharpest
+definition. I stared before me out at the green sea, frothing under a
+freshening breeze, and let these and other strange memories of the last
+few days chase one another through my mind.
+
+What could it all mean? A locked enclosure on a lonely island, a
+notorious vivisector, and these crippled and distorted men?
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+As I drew near the house I saw that the light shone from the open door
+of my room; and then I heard coming from out of the darkness at the
+side of that orange oblong of light, the voice of Montgomery shouting,
+“Prendick!” I continued running. Presently I heard him again. I replied
+by a feeble “Hullo!” and in another moment had staggered up to him.
+
+“Where have you been?” said he, holding me at arm’s length, so that the
+light from the door fell on my face. “We have both been so busy that we
+forgot you until about half an hour ago.” He led me into the room and
+sat me down in the deck chair. For awhile I was blinded by the light.
+“We did not think you would start to explore this island of ours
+without telling us,” he said; and then, “I was afraid—But—what—Hullo!”
+
+My last remaining strength slipped from me, and my head fell forward on
+my chest. I think he found a certain satisfaction in giving me brandy.
+
+“For God’s sake,” said I, “fasten that door.”
+
+“You’ve been meeting some of our curiosities, eh?” said he.
+
+He locked the door and turned to me again. He asked me no questions,
+but gave me some more brandy and water and pressed me to eat. I was in
+a state of collapse. He said something vague about his forgetting to
+warn me, and asked me briefly when I left the house and what I had
+seen.
+
+I answered him as briefly, in fragmentary sentences. “Tell me what it
+all means,” said I, in a state bordering on hysterics.
+
+“It’s nothing so very dreadful,” said he. “But I think you have had
+about enough for one day.” The puma suddenly gave a sharp yell of pain.
+At that he swore under his breath. “I’m damned,” said he, “if this
+place is not as bad as Gower Street, with its cats.”
+
+“Montgomery,” said I, “what was that thing that came after me? Was it a
+beast or was it a man?”
+
+“If you don’t sleep to-night,” he said, “you’ll be off your head
+to-morrow.”
+
+I stood up in front of him. “What was that thing that came after me?” I
+asked.
+
+He looked me squarely in the eyes, and twisted his mouth askew. His
+eyes, which had seemed animated a minute before, went dull. “From your
+account,” said he, “I’m thinking it was a bogle.”
+
+I felt a gust of intense irritation, which passed as quickly as it
+came. I flung myself into the chair again, and pressed my hands on my
+forehead. The puma began once more.
+
+Montgomery came round behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Look
+here, Prendick,” he said, “I had no business to let you drift out into
+this silly island of ours. But it’s not so bad as you feel, man. Your
+nerves are worked to rags. Let me give you something that will make you
+sleep. \emph{That}—will keep on for hours yet. You must simply get to sleep,
+or I won’t answer for it.”
+
+I did not reply. I bowed forward, and covered my face with my hands.
+Presently he returned with a small measure containing a dark liquid.
+This he gave me. I took it unresistingly, and he helped me into the
+hammock.
+
+When I awoke, it was broad day. For a little while I lay flat, staring
+at the roof above me. The rafters, I observed, were made out of the
+timbers of a ship. Then I turned my head, and saw a meal prepared for
+me on the table. I perceived that I was hungry, and prepared to clamber
+out of the hammock, which, very politely anticipating my intention,
+twisted round and deposited me upon all-fours on the floor.
+
+I got up and sat down before the food. I had a heavy feeling in my
+head, and only the vaguest memory at first of the things that had
+happened over night. The morning breeze blew very pleasantly through
+the unglazed window, and that and the food contributed to the sense of
+animal comfort which I experienced. Presently the door behind me—the
+door inward towards the yard of the enclosure—opened. I turned and saw
+Montgomery’s face.
+
+“All right,” said he. “I’m frightfully busy.” And he shut the door.
+
+Afterwards I discovered that he forgot to re-lock it. Then I recalled
+the expression of his face the previous night, and with that the memory
+of all I had experienced reconstructed itself before me. Even as that
+fear came back to me came a cry from within; but this time it was not
+the cry of a puma. I put down the mouthful that hesitated upon my lips,
+and listened. Silence, save for the whisper of the morning breeze. I
+began to think my ears had deceived me.
+
+After a long pause I resumed my meal, but with my ears still vigilant.
+Presently I heard something else, very faint and low. I sat as if
+frozen in my attitude. Though it was faint and low, it moved me more
+profoundly than all that I had hitherto heard of the abominations
+behind the wall. There was no mistake this time in the quality of the
+dim, broken sounds; no doubt at all of their source. For it was
+groaning, broken by sobs and gasps of anguish. It was no brute this
+time; it was a human being in torment!
+
+As I realised this I rose, and in three steps had crossed the room,
+seized the handle of the door into the yard, and flung it open before
+me.
+
+“Prendick, man! Stop!” cried Montgomery, intervening.
+
+A startled deerhound yelped and snarled. There was blood, I saw, in the
+sink,—brown, and some scarlet—and I smelt the peculiar smell of
+carbolic acid. Then through an open doorway beyond, in the dim light of
+the shadow, I saw something bound painfully upon a framework, scarred,
+red, and bandaged; and then blotting this out appeared the face of old
+Moreau, white and terrible. In a moment he had gripped me by the
+shoulder with a hand that was smeared red, had twisted me off my feet,
+and flung me headlong back into my own room. He lifted me as though I
+was a little child. I fell at full length upon the floor, and the door
+slammed and shut out the passionate intensity of his face. Then I heard
+the key turn in the lock, and Montgomery’s voice in expostulation.
+
+“Ruin the work of a lifetime,” I heard Moreau say.
+
+“He does not understand,” said Montgomery. and other things that were
+inaudible.
+
+“I can’t spare the time yet,” said Moreau.
+
+The rest I did not hear. I picked myself up and stood trembling, my
+mind a chaos of the most horrible misgivings. Could it be possible, I
+thought, that such a thing as the vivisection of men was carried on
+here? The question shot like lightning across a tumultuous sky; and
+suddenly the clouded horror of my mind condensed into a vivid
+realisation of my own danger.
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+Montgomery interrupted my tangle of mystification and suspicion about
+one o’clock, and his grotesque attendant followed him with a tray
+bearing bread, some herbs and other eatables, a flask of whiskey, a jug
+of water, and three glasses and knives. I glanced askance at this
+strange creature, and found him watching me with his queer, restless
+eyes. Montgomery said he would lunch with me, but that Moreau was too
+preoccupied with some work to come.
+
+“Moreau!” said I. “I know that name.”
+
+“The devil you do!” said he. “What an ass I was to mention it to you! I
+might have thought. Anyhow, it will give you an inkling of
+our—mysteries. Whiskey?”
+
+“No, thanks; I’m an abstainer.”
+
+“I wish I’d been. But it’s no use locking the door after the steed is
+stolen. It was that infernal stuff which led to my coming here,—that,
+and a foggy night. I thought myself in luck at the time, when Moreau
+offered to get me off. It’s queer—”
+
+“Montgomery,” said I, suddenly, as the outer door closed, “why has your
+man pointed ears?”
+
+“Damn!” he said, over his first mouthful of food. He stared at me for a
+moment, and then repeated, “Pointed ears?”
+
+“Little points to them,” said I, as calmly as possible, with a catch in
+my breath; “and a fine black fur at the edges?”
+
+He helped himself to whiskey and water with great deliberation. “I was
+under the impression—that his hair covered his ears.”
+
+“I saw them as he stooped by me to put that coffee you sent to me on
+the table. And his eyes shine in the dark.”
+
+By this time Montgomery had recovered from the surprise of my question.
+“I always thought,” he said deliberately, with a certain accentuation
+of his flavouring of lisp, “that there \emph{was} something the matter with
+his ears, from the way he covered them. What were they like?”
+
+I was persuaded from his manner that this ignorance was a pretence.
+Still, I could hardly tell the man that I thought him a liar.
+“Pointed,” I said; “rather small and furry,—distinctly furry. But the
+whole man is one of the strangest beings I ever set eyes on.”
+
+A sharp, hoarse cry of animal pain came from the enclosure behind us.
+Its depth and volume testified to the puma. I saw Montgomery wince.
+
+“Yes?” he said.
+
+“Where did you pick up the creature?”
+
+“San Francisco. He’s an ugly brute, I admit. Half-witted, you know.
+Can’t remember where he came from. But I’m used to him, you know. We
+both are. How does he strike you?”
+
+“He’s unnatural,” I said. “There’s something about him—don’t think me
+fanciful, but it gives me a nasty little sensation, a tightening of my
+muscles, when he comes near me. It’s a touch—of the diabolical, in
+fact.”
+
+Montgomery had stopped eating while I told him this. “Rum!” he said.
+“\emph{I} can’t see it.” He resumed his meal. “I had no idea of it,” he
+said, and masticated. “The crew of the schooner must have felt it the
+same. Made a dead set at the poor devil. You saw the captain?”
+
+Suddenly the puma howled again, this time more painfully. Montgomery
+swore under his breath. I had half a mind to attack him about the men
+on the beach. Then the poor brute within gave vent to a series of
+short, sharp cries.
+
+“Your men on the beach,” said I; “what race are they?”
+
+“Excellent fellows, aren’t they?” said he, absentmindedly, knitting his
+brows as the animal yelled out sharply.
+
+I said no more. There was another outcry worse than the former. He
+looked at me with his dull grey eyes, and then took some more whiskey.
+He tried to draw me into a discussion about alcohol, professing to have
+saved my life with it. He seemed anxious to lay stress on the fact that
+I owed my life to him. I answered him distractedly.
+
+Presently our meal came to an end; the misshapen monster with the
+pointed ears cleared the remains away, and Montgomery left me alone in
+the room again. All the time he had been in a state of ill-concealed
+irritation at the noise of the vivisected puma. He had spoken of his
+odd want of nerve, and left me to the obvious application.
+
+I found myself that the cries were singularly irritating, and they grew
+in depth and intensity as the afternoon wore on. They were painful at
+first, but their constant resurgence at last altogether upset my
+balance. I flung aside a crib of Horace I had been reading, and began
+to clench my fists, to bite my lips, and to pace the room. Presently I
+got to stopping my ears with my fingers.
+
+The emotional appeal of those yells grew upon me steadily, grew at last
+to such an exquisite expression of suffering that I could stand it in
+that confined room no longer. I stepped out of the door into the
+slumberous heat of the late afternoon, and walking past the main
+entrance—locked again, I noticed—turned the corner of the wall.
+
+The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the pain
+in the world had found a voice. Yet had I known such pain was in the
+next room, and had it been dumb, I believe—I have thought since—I could
+have stood it well enough. It is when suffering finds a voice and sets
+our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. But in spite of
+the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees waving in the
+soothing sea-breeze, the world was a confusion, blurred with drifting
+black and red phantasms, until I was out of earshot of the house in the
+chequered wall.
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+We left the cabin and found a man at the companion obstructing our way.
+He was standing on the ladder with his back to us, peering over the
+combing of the hatchway. He was, I could see, a misshapen man, short,
+broad, and clumsy, with a crooked back, a hairy neck, and a head sunk
+between his shoulders. He was dressed in dark-blue serge, and had
+peculiarly thick, coarse, black hair. I heard the unseen dogs growl
+furiously, and forthwith he ducked back,—coming into contact with the
+hand I put out to fend him off from myself. He turned with animal
+swiftness.
+
+In some indefinable way the black face thus flashed upon me shocked me
+profoundly. It was a singularly deformed one. The facial part
+projected, forming something dimly suggestive of a muzzle, and the huge
+half-open mouth showed as big white teeth as I had ever seen in a human
+mouth. His eyes were blood-shot at the edges, with scarcely a rim of
+white round the hazel pupils. There was a curious glow of excitement in
+his face.
+
+“Confound you!” said Montgomery. “Why the devil don’t you get out of
+the way?”
+
+The black-faced man started aside without a word. I went on up the
+companion, staring at him instinctively as I did so. Montgomery stayed
+at the foot for a moment. “You have no business here, you know,” he
+said in a deliberate tone. “Your place is forward.”
+
+The black-faced man cowered. “They—won’t have me forward.” He spoke
+slowly, with a queer, hoarse quality in his voice.
+
+“Won’t have you forward!” said Montgomery, in a menacing voice. “But I
+tell you to go!” He was on the brink of saying something further, then
+looked up at me suddenly and followed me up the ladder.
+
+I had paused half way through the hatchway, looking back, still
+astonished beyond measure at the grotesque ugliness of this black-faced
+creature. I had never beheld such a repulsive and extraordinary face
+before, and yet—if the contradiction is credible—I experienced at the
+same time an odd feeling that in some way I \emph{had} already encountered
+exactly the features and gestures that now amazed me. Afterwards it
+occurred to me that probably I had seen him as I was lifted aboard; and
+yet that scarcely satisfied my suspicion of a previous acquaintance.
+Yet how one could have set eyes on so singular a face and yet have
+forgotten the precise occasion, passed my imagination.
+
+Montgomery’s movement to follow me released my attention, and I turned
+and looked about me at the flush deck of the little schooner. I was
+already half prepared by the sounds I had heard for what I saw.
+Certainly I never beheld a deck so dirty. It was littered with scraps
+of carrot, shreds of green stuff, and indescribable filth. Fastened by
+chains to the mainmast were a number of grisly staghounds, who now
+began leaping and barking at me, and by the mizzen a huge puma was
+cramped in a little iron cage far too small even to give it turning
+room. Farther under the starboard bulwark were some big hutches
+containing a number of rabbits, and a solitary llama was squeezed in a
+mere box of a cage forward. The dogs were muzzled by leather straps.
+The only human being on deck was a gaunt and silent sailor at the
+wheel.
+
+The patched and dirty spankers were tense before the wind, and up aloft
+the little ship seemed carrying every sail she had. The sky was clear,
+the sun midway down the western sky; long waves, capped by the breeze
+with froth, were running with us. We went past the steersman to the
+taffrail, and saw the water come foaming under the stern and the
+bubbles go dancing and vanishing in her wake. I turned and surveyed the
+unsavoury length of the ship.
+
+“Is this an ocean menagerie?” said I.
+
+“Looks like it,” said Montgomery.
+
+“What are these beasts for? Merchandise, curios? Does the captain think
+he is going to sell them somewhere in the South Seas?”
+
+“It looks like it, doesn’t it?” said Montgomery, and turned towards the
+wake again.
+
+Suddenly we heard a yelp and a volley of furious blasphemy from the
+companion hatchway, and the deformed man with the black face came up
+hurriedly. He was immediately followed by a heavy red-haired man in a
+white cap. At the sight of the former the staghounds, who had all tired
+of barking at me by this time, became furiously excited, howling and
+leaping against their chains. The black hesitated before them, and this
+gave the red-haired man time to come up with him and deliver a
+tremendous blow between the shoulder-blades. The poor devil went down
+like a felled ox, and rolled in the dirt among the furiously excited
+dogs. It was lucky for him that they were muzzled. The red-haired man
+gave a yawp of exultation and stood staggering, and as it seemed to me
+in serious danger of either going backwards down the companion hatchway
+or forwards upon his victim.
+
+So soon as the second man had appeared, Montgomery had started forward.
+“Steady on there!” he cried, in a tone of remonstrance. A couple of
+sailors appeared on the forecastle. The black-faced man, howling in a
+singular voice rolled about under the feet of the dogs. No one
+attempted to help him. The brutes did their best to worry him, butting
+their muzzles at him. There was a quick dance of their lithe
+grey-figured bodies over the clumsy, prostrate figure. The sailors
+forward shouted, as though it was admirable sport. Montgomery gave an
+angry exclamation, and went striding down the deck, and I followed him.
+The black-faced man scrambled up and staggered forward, going and
+leaning over the bulwark by the main shrouds, where he remained,
+panting and glaring over his shoulder at the dogs. The red-haired man
+laughed a satisfied laugh.
+
+“Look here, Captain,” said Montgomery, with his lisp a little
+accentuated, gripping the elbows of the red-haired man, “this won’t
+do!”
+
+I stood behind Montgomery. The captain came half round, and regarded
+him with the dull and solemn eyes of a drunken man. “Wha’ won’t do?” he
+said, and added, after looking sleepily into Montgomery’s face for a
+minute, “Blasted Sawbones!”
+
+With a sudden movement he shook his arms free, and after two
+ineffectual attempts stuck his freckled fists into his side pockets.
+
+“That man’s a passenger,” said Montgomery. “I’d advise you to keep your
+hands off him.”
+
+“Go to hell!” said the captain, loudly. He suddenly turned and
+staggered towards the side. “Do what I like on my own ship,” he said.
+
+I think Montgomery might have left him then, seeing the brute was
+drunk; but he only turned a shade paler, and followed the captain to
+the bulwarks.
+
+“Look you here, Captain,” he said; “that man of mine is not to be
+ill-treated. He has been hazed ever since he came aboard.”
+
+For a minute, alcoholic fumes kept the captain speechless. “Blasted
+Sawbones!” was all he considered necessary.
+
+I could see that Montgomery had one of those slow, pertinacious tempers
+that will warm day after day to a white heat, and never again cool to
+forgiveness; and I saw too that this quarrel had been some time
+growing. “The man’s drunk,” said I, perhaps officiously; “you’ll do no
+good.”
+
+Montgomery gave an ugly twist to his dropping lip. “He’s always drunk.
+Do you think that excuses his assaulting his passengers?”
+
+“My ship,” began the captain, waving his hand unsteadily towards the
+cages, “was a clean ship. Look at it now!” It was certainly anything
+but clean. “Crew,” continued the captain, “clean, respectable crew.”
+
+“You agreed to take the beasts.”
+
+“I wish I’d never set eyes on your infernal island. What the devil—want
+beasts for on an island like that? Then, that man of yours—understood
+he was a man. He’s a lunatic; and he hadn’t no business aft. Do you
+think the whole damned ship belongs to you?”
+
+“Your sailors began to haze the poor devil as soon as he came aboard.”
+
+“That’s just what he is—he’s a devil! an ugly devil! My men can’t stand
+him. \emph{I} can’t stand him. None of us can’t stand him. Nor \emph{you}
+either!”
+
+Montgomery turned away. “\emph{You} leave that man alone, anyhow,” he said,
+nodding his head as he spoke.
+
+But the captain meant to quarrel now. He raised his voice. “If he comes
+this end of the ship again I’ll cut his insides out, I tell you. Cut
+out his blasted insides! Who are \emph{You}, to tell \emph{me}what \emph{I'm}to do?
+I tell you I’m captain of this ship,—captain and owner. I’m the law
+here, I tell you,—the law and the prophets. I bargained to take a man
+and his attendant to and from Arica, and bring back some animals. I
+never bargained to carry a mad devil and a silly Sawbones, a—”
+
+Well, never mind what he called Montgomery. I saw the latter take a
+step forward, and interposed. “He’s drunk,” said I. The captain began
+some abuse even fouler than the last. “Shut up!” I said, turning on him
+sharply, for I had seen danger in Montgomery’s white face. With that I
+brought the downpour on myself.
+
+However, I was glad to avert what was uncommonly near a scuffle, even
+at the price of the captain’s drunken ill-will. I do not think I have
+ever heard quite so much vile language come in a continuous stream from
+any man’s lips before, though I have frequented eccentric company
+enough. I found some of it hard to endure, though I am a mild-tempered
+man; but, certainly, when I told the captain to “shut up” I had
+forgotten that I was merely a bit of human flotsam, cut off from my
+resources and with my fare unpaid; a mere casual dependant on the
+bounty, or speculative enterprise, of the ship. He reminded me of it
+with considerable vigour; but at any rate I prevented a fight.
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+But the islanders, seeing that I was really adrift, took pity on me. I
+drifted very slowly to the eastward, approaching the island slantingly;
+and presently I saw, with hysterical relief, the launch come round and
+return towards me. She was heavily laden, and I could make out as she
+drew nearer Montgomery’s white-haired, broad-shouldered companion
+sitting cramped up with the dogs and several packing-cases in the stern
+sheets. This individual stared fixedly at me without moving or
+speaking. The black-faced cripple was glaring at me as fixedly in the
+bows near the puma. There were three other men besides,—three strange
+brutish-looking fellows, at whom the staghounds were snarling savagely.
+Montgomery, who was steering, brought the boat by me, and rising,
+caught and fastened my painter to the tiller to tow me, for there was
+no room aboard.
+
+I had recovered from my hysterical phase by this time and answered his
+hail, as he approached, bravely enough. I told him the dingey was
+nearly swamped, and he reached me a piggin. I was jerked back as the
+rope tightened between the boats. For some time I was busy baling.
+
+It was not until I had got the water under (for the water in the dingey
+had been shipped; the boat was perfectly sound) that I had leisure to
+look at the people in the launch again.
+
+The white-haired man I found was still regarding me steadfastly, but
+with an expression, as I now fancied, of some perplexity. When my eyes
+met his, he looked down at the staghound that sat between his knees. He
+was a powerfully-built man, as I have said, with a fine forehead and
+rather heavy features; but his eyes had that odd drooping of the skin
+above the lids which often comes with advancing years, and the fall of
+his heavy mouth at the corners gave him an expression of pugnacious
+resolution. He talked to Montgomery in a tone too low for me to hear.
+
+From him my eyes travelled to his three men; and a strange crew they
+were. I saw only their faces, yet there was something in their faces—I
+knew not what—that gave me a queer spasm of disgust. I looked steadily
+at them, and the impression did not pass, though I failed to see what
+had occasioned it. They seemed to me then to be brown men; but their
+limbs were oddly swathed in some thin, dirty, white stuff down even to
+the fingers and feet: I have never seen men so wrapped up before, and
+women so only in the East. They wore turbans too, and thereunder peered
+out their elfin faces at me,—faces with protruding lower-jaws and
+bright eyes. They had lank black hair, almost like horsehair, and
+seemed as they sat to exceed in stature any race of men I have seen.
+The white-haired man, who I knew was a good six feet in height, sat a
+head below any one of the three. I found afterwards that really none
+were taller than myself; but their bodies were abnormally long, and the
+thigh-part of the leg short and curiously twisted. At any rate, they
+were an amazingly ugly gang, and over the heads of them under the
+forward lug peered the black face of the man whose eyes were luminous
+in the dark. As I stared at them, they met my gaze; and then first one
+and then another turned away from my direct stare, and looked at me in
+an odd, furtive manner. It occurred to me that I was perhaps annoying
+them, and I turned my attention to the island we were approaching.
+
+It was low, and covered with thick vegetation,—chiefly a kind of palm,
+that was new to me. From one point a thin white thread of vapour rose
+slantingly to an immense height, and then frayed out like a down
+feather. We were now within the embrace of a broad bay flanked on
+either hand by a low promontory. The beach was of dull-grey sand, and
+sloped steeply up to a ridge, perhaps sixty or seventy feet above the
+sea-level, and irregularly set with trees and undergrowth. Half way up
+was a square enclosure of some greyish stone, which I found
+subsequently was built partly of coral and partly of pumiceous lava.
+Two thatched roofs peeped from within this enclosure. A man stood
+awaiting us at the water’s edge. I fancied while we were still far off
+that I saw some other and very grotesque-looking creatures scuttle into
+the bushes upon the slope; but I saw nothing of these as we drew
+nearer. This man was of a moderate size, and with a black negroid face.
+He had a large, almost lipless, mouth, extraordinary lank arms, long
+thin feet, and bow-legs, and stood with his heavy face thrust forward
+staring at us. He was dressed like Montgomery and his white-haired
+companion, in jacket and trousers of blue serge. As we came still
+nearer, this individual began to run to and fro on the beach, making
+the most grotesque movements.
+
+At a word of command from Montgomery, the four men in the launch sprang
+up, and with singularly awkward gestures struck the lugs. Montgomery
+steered us round and into a narrow little dock excavated in the beach.
+Then the man on the beach hastened towards us. This dock, as I call it,
+was really a mere ditch just long enough at this phase of the tide to
+take the longboat. I heard the bows ground in the sand, staved the
+dingey off the rudder of the big boat with my piggin, and freeing the
+painter, landed. The three muffled men, with the clumsiest movements,
+scrambled out upon the sand, and forthwith set to landing the cargo,
+assisted by the man on the beach. I was struck especially by the
+curious movements of the legs of the three swathed and bandaged
+boatmen,—not stiff they were, but distorted in some odd way, almost as
+if they were jointed in the wrong place. The dogs were still snarling,
+and strained at their chains after these men, as the white-haired man
+landed with them. The three big fellows spoke to one another in odd
+guttural tones, and the man who had waited for us on the beach began
+chattering to them excitedly—a foreign language, as I fancied—as they
+laid hands on some bales piled near the stern. Somewhere I had heard
+such a voice before, and I could not think where. The white-haired man
+stood, holding in a tumult of six dogs, and bawling orders over their
+din. Montgomery, having unshipped the rudder, landed likewise, and all
+set to work at unloading. I was too faint, what with my long fast and
+the sun beating down on my bare head, to offer any assistance.
+
+Presently the white-haired man seemed to recollect my presence, and
+came up to me.
+
+“You look,” said he, “as though you had scarcely breakfasted.” His
+little eyes were a brilliant black under his heavy brows. “I must
+apologise for that. Now you are our guest, we must make you
+comfortable,—though you are uninvited, you know.” He looked keenly into
+my face. “Montgomery says you are an educated man, Mr. Prendick; says
+you know something of science. May I ask what that signifies?”
+
+I told him I had spent some years at the Royal College of Science, and
+had done some researches in biology under Huxley. He raised his
+eyebrows slightly at that.
+
+“That alters the case a little, Mr. Prendick,” he said, with a trifle
+more respect in his manner. “As it happens, we are biologists here.
+This is a biological station—of a sort.” His eye rested on the men in
+white who were busily hauling the puma, on rollers, towards the walled
+yard. “I and Montgomery, at least,” he added. Then, “When you will be
+able to get away, I can’t say. We’re off the track to anywhere. We see
+a ship once in a twelve-month or so.”
+
+He left me abruptly, and went up the beach past this group, and I think
+entered the enclosure. The other two men were with Montgomery, erecting
+a pile of smaller packages on a low-wheeled truck. The llama was still
+on the launch with the rabbit hutches; the staghounds were still lashed
+to the thwarts. The pile of things completed, all three men laid hold
+of the truck and began shoving the ton-weight or so upon it after the
+puma. Presently Montgomery left them, and coming back to me held out
+his hand.
+
+“I’m glad,” said he, “for my own part. That captain was a silly ass.
+He’d have made things lively for you.”
+
+“It was you,” said I, “that saved me again.”
+
+“That depends. You’ll find this island an infernally rum place, I
+promise you. I’d watch my goings carefully, if I were you. \emph{He}—” He
+hesitated, and seemed to alter his mind about what was on his lips. “I
+wish you’d help me with these rabbits,” he said.
+
+His procedure with the rabbits was singular. I waded in with him, and
+helped him lug one of the hutches ashore. No sooner was that done than
+he opened the door of it, and tilting the thing on one end turned its
+living contents out on the ground. They fell in a struggling heap one
+on the top of the other. He clapped his hands, and forthwith they went
+off with that hopping run of theirs, fifteen or twenty of them I should
+think, up the beach.
+
+“Increase and multiply, my friends,” said Montgomery. “Replenish the
+island. Hitherto we’ve had a certain lack of meat here.”
+
+As I watched them disappearing, the white-haired man returned with a
+brandy-flask and some biscuits. “Something to go on with, Prendick,”
+said he, in a far more familiar tone than before. I made no ado, but
+set to work on the biscuits at once, while the white-haired man helped
+Montgomery to release about a score more of the rabbits. Three big
+hutches, however, went up to the house with the puma. The brandy I did
+not touch, for I have been an abstainer from my birth.
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+In the early morning (it was the second morning after my recovery, and
+I believe the fourth after I was picked up), I awoke through an avenue
+of tumultuous dreams,—dreams of guns and howling mobs,—and became
+sensible of a hoarse shouting above me. I rubbed my eyes and lay
+listening to the noise, doubtful for a little while of my whereabouts.
+Then came a sudden pattering of bare feet, the sound of heavy objects
+being thrown about, a violent creaking and the rattling of chains. I
+heard the swish of the water as the ship was suddenly brought round,
+and a foamy yellow-green wave flew across the little round window and
+left it streaming. I jumped into my clothes and went on deck.
+
+As I came up the ladder I saw against the flushed sky—for the sun was
+just rising—the broad back and red hair of the captain, and over his
+shoulder the puma spinning from a tackle rigged on to the mizzen
+spanker-boom.
+
+The poor brute seemed horribly scared, and crouched in the bottom of
+its little cage.
+
+“Overboard with ’em!” bawled the captain. “Overboard with ’em! We’ll
+have a clean ship soon of the whole bilin’ of ’em.”
+
+He stood in my way, so that I had perforce to tap his shoulder to come
+on deck. He came round with a start, and staggered back a few paces to
+stare at me. It needed no expert eye to tell that the man was still
+drunk.
+
+“Hullo!” said he, stupidly; and then with a light coming into his eyes,
+“Why, it’s Mister—Mister?”
+
+“Prendick,” said I.
+
+“Prendick be damned!” said he. “Shut-up,—that’s your name. Mister
+Shut-up.”
+
+It was no good answering the brute; but I certainly did not expect his
+next move. He held out his hand to the gangway by which Montgomery
+stood talking to a massive grey-haired man in dirty-blue flannels, who
+had apparently just come aboard.
+
+“That way, Mister Blasted Shut-up! that way!” roared the captain.
+
+Montgomery and his companion turned as he spoke.
+
+“What do you mean?” I said.
+
+“That way, Mister Blasted Shut-up,—that’s what I mean! Overboard,
+Mister Shut-up,—and sharp! We’re cleaning the ship out,—cleaning the
+whole blessed ship out; and overboard you go!”
+
+I stared at him dumfounded. Then it occurred to me that it was exactly
+the thing I wanted. The lost prospect of a journey as sole passenger
+with this quarrelsome sot was not one to mourn over. I turned towards
+Montgomery.
+
+“Can’t have you,” said Montgomery’s companion, concisely.
+
+“You can’t have me!” said I, aghast. He had the squarest and most
+resolute face I ever set eyes upon.
+
+“Look here,” I began, turning to the captain.
+
+“Overboard!” said the captain. “This ship aint for beasts and cannibals
+and worse than beasts, any more. Overboard you go, Mister Shut-up. If
+they can’t have you, you goes overboard. But, anyhow, you go—with your
+friends. I’ve done with this blessed island for evermore, amen! I’ve
+had enough of it.”
+
+“But, Montgomery,” I appealed.
+
+He distorted his lower lip, and nodded his head hopelessly at the
+grey-haired man beside him, to indicate his powerlessness to help me.
+
+“I’ll see to \emph{you}, presently,” said the captain.
+
+Then began a curious three-cornered altercation. Alternately I appealed
+to one and another of the three men,—first to the grey-haired man to
+let me land, and then to the drunken captain to keep me aboard. I even
+bawled entreaties to the sailors. Montgomery said never a word, only
+shook his head. “You’re going overboard, I tell you,” was the captain’s
+refrain. “Law be damned! I’m king here.” At last I must confess my
+voice suddenly broke in the middle of a vigorous threat. I felt a gust
+of hysterical petulance, and went aft and stared dismally at nothing.
+
+Meanwhile the sailors progressed rapidly with the task of unshipping
+the packages and caged animals. A large launch, with two standing lugs,
+lay under the lee of the schooner; and into this the strange assortment
+of goods were swung. I did not then see the hands from the island that
+were receiving the packages, for the hull of the launch was hidden from
+me by the side of the schooner. Neither Montgomery nor his companion
+took the slightest notice of me, but busied themselves in assisting and
+directing the four or five sailors who were unloading the goods. The
+captain went forward interfering rather than assisting. I was
+alternately despairful and desperate. Once or twice as I stood waiting
+there for things to accomplish themselves, I could not resist an
+impulse to laugh at my miserable quandary. I felt all the wretcheder
+for the lack of a breakfast. Hunger and a lack of blood-corpuscles take
+all the manhood from a man. I perceived pretty clearly that I had not
+the stamina either to resist what the captain chose to do to expel me,
+or to force myself upon Montgomery and his companion. So I waited
+passively upon fate; and the work of transferring Montgomery’s
+possessions to the launch went on as if I did not exist.
+
+Presently that work was finished, and then came a struggle. I was
+hauled, resisting weakly enough, to the gangway. Even then I noticed
+the oddness of the brown faces of the men who were with Montgomery in
+the launch; but the launch was now fully laden, and was shoved off
+hastily. A broadening gap of green water appeared under me, and I
+pushed back with all my strength to avoid falling headlong. The hands
+in the launch shouted derisively, and I heard Montgomery curse at them;
+and then the captain, the mate, and one of the seamen helping him, ran
+me aft towards the stern.
+
+The dingey of the \emph{Lady Vain} had been towing behind; it was half full
+of water, had no oars, and was quite unvictualled. I refused to go
+aboard her, and flung myself full length on the deck. In the end, they
+swung me into her by a rope (for they had no stern ladder), and then
+they cut me adrift. I drifted slowly from the schooner. In a kind of
+stupor I watched all hands take to the rigging, and slowly but surely
+she came round to the wind; the sails fluttered, and then bellied out
+as the wind came into them. I stared at her weather-beaten side heeling
+steeply towards me; and then she passed out of my range of view.
+
+I did not turn my head to follow her. At first I could scarcely believe
+what had happened. I crouched in the bottom of the dingey, stunned, and
+staring blankly at the vacant, oily sea. Then I realised that I was in
+that little hell of mine again, now half swamped; and looking back over
+the gunwale, I saw the schooner standing away from me, with the
+red-haired captain mocking at me over the taffrail, and turning towards
+the island saw the launch growing smaller as she approached the beach.
+
+Abruptly the cruelty of this desertion became clear to me. I had no
+means of reaching the land unless I should chance to drift there. I was
+still weak, you must remember, from my exposure in the boat; I was
+empty and very faint, or I should have had more heart. But as it was I
+suddenly began to sob and weep, as I had never done since I was a
+little child. The tears ran down my face. In a passion of despair I
+struck with my fists at the water in the bottom of the boat, and kicked
+savagely at the gunwale. I prayed aloud for God to let me die.
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+The cabin in which I found myself was small and rather untidy. A
+youngish man with flaxen hair, a bristly straw-coloured moustache, and
+a dropping nether lip, was sitting and holding my wrist. For a minute
+we stared at each other without speaking. He had watery grey eyes,
+oddly void of expression. Then just overhead came a sound like an iron
+bedstead being knocked about, and the low angry growling of some large
+animal. At the same time the man spoke. He repeated his question,—“How
+do you feel now?”
+
+I think I said I felt all right. I could not recollect how I had got
+there. He must have seen the question in my face, for my voice was
+inaccessible to me.
+
+“You were picked up in a boat, starving. The name on the boat was the
+\emph{Lady Vain}, and there were spots of blood on the gunwale.”
+
+At the same time my eye caught my hand, so thin that it looked like a
+dirty skin-purse full of loose bones, and all the business of the boat
+came back to me.
+
+“Have some of this,” said he, and gave me a dose of some scarlet stuff,
+iced.
+
+It tasted like blood, and made me feel stronger.
+
+“You were in luck,” said he, “to get picked up by a ship with a medical
+man aboard.” He spoke with a slobbering articulation, with the ghost of
+a lisp.
+
+“What ship is this?” I said slowly, hoarse from my long silence.
+
+“It’s a little trader from Arica and Callao. I never asked where she
+came from in the beginning,—out of the land of born fools, I guess. I’m
+a passenger myself, from Arica. The silly ass who owns her,—he’s
+captain too, named Davies,—he’s lost his certificate, or something. You
+know the kind of man,—calls the thing the \emph{Ipecacuanha}, of all silly,
+infernal names; though when there’s much of a sea without any wind, she
+certainly acts according.”
+
+(Then the noise overhead began again, a snarling growl and the voice of
+a human being together. Then another voice, telling some
+“Heaven-forsaken idiot” to desist.)
+
+“You were nearly dead,” said my interlocutor. “It was a very near
+thing, indeed. But I’ve put some stuff into you now. Notice your arm’s
+sore? Injections. You’ve been insensible for nearly thirty hours.”
+
+I thought slowly. (I was distracted now by the yelping of a number of
+dogs.) “Am I eligible for solid food?” I asked.
+
+“Thanks to me,” he said. “Even now the mutton is boiling.”
+
+“Yes,” I said with assurance; “I could eat some mutton.”
+
+“But,” said he with a momentary hesitation, “you know I’m dying to hear
+of how you came to be alone in that boat.\ \emph{Damn that howling}!” I
+thought I detected a certain suspicion in his eyes.
+
+He suddenly left the cabin, and I heard him in violent controversy with
+some one, who seemed to me to talk gibberish in response to him. The
+matter sounded as though it ended in blows, but in that I thought my
+ears were mistaken. Then he shouted at the dogs, and returned to the
+cabin.
+
+“Well?” said he in the doorway. “You were just beginning to tell me.”
+
+I told him my name, Edward Prendick, and how I had taken to Natural
+History as a relief from the dulness of my comfortable independence.
+
+He seemed interested in this. “I’ve done some science myself. I did my
+Biology at University College,—getting out the ovary of the earthworm
+and the radula of the snail, and all that. Lord! It’s ten years ago.
+But go on! go on! tell me about the boat.”
+
+He was evidently satisfied with the frankness of my story, which I told
+in concise sentences enough, for I felt horribly weak; and when it was
+finished he reverted at once to the topic of Natural History and his
+own biological studies. He began to question me closely about Tottenham
+Court Road and Gower Street. “Is Caplatzi still flourishing? What a
+shop that was!” He had evidently been a very ordinary medical student,
+and drifted incontinently to the topic of the music halls. He told me
+some anecdotes.
+
+“Left it all,” he said, “ten years ago. How jolly it all used to be!
+But I made a young ass of myself,—played myself out before I was
+twenty-one. I daresay it’s all different now. But I must look up that
+ass of a cook, and see what he’s done to your mutton.”
+
+The growling overhead was renewed, so suddenly and with so much savage
+anger that it startled me. “What’s that?” I called after him, but the
+door had closed. He came back again with the boiled mutton, and I was
+so excited by the appetising smell of it that I forgot the noise of the
+beast that had troubled me.
+
+After a day of alternate sleep and feeding I was so far recovered as to
+be able to get from my bunk to the scuttle, and see the green seas
+trying to keep pace with us. I judged the schooner was running before
+the wind. Montgomery—that was the name of the flaxen-haired man—came in
+again as I stood there, and I asked him for some clothes. He lent me
+some duck things of his own, for those I had worn in the boat had been
+thrown overboard. They were rather loose for me, for he was large and
+long in his limbs. He told me casually that the captain was three-parts
+drunk in his own cabin. As I assumed the clothes, I began asking him
+some questions about the destination of the ship. He said the ship was
+bound to Hawaii, but that it had to land him first.
+
+“Where?” said I.
+
+“It’s an island, where I live. So far as I know, it hasn’t got a name.”
+
+He stared at me with his nether lip dropping, and looked so wilfully
+stupid of a sudden that it came into my head that he desired to avoid
+my questions. I had the discretion to ask no more.
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+I strode through the undergrowth that clothed the ridge behind the
+house, scarcely heeding whither I went; passed on through the shadow of
+a thick cluster of straight-stemmed trees beyond it, and so presently
+found myself some way on the other side of the ridge, and descending
+towards a streamlet that ran through a narrow valley. I paused and
+listened. The distance I had come, or the intervening masses of
+thicket, deadened any sound that might be coming from the enclosure.
+The air was still. Then with a rustle a rabbit emerged, and went
+scampering up the slope before me. I hesitated, and sat down in the
+edge of the shade.
+
+The place was a pleasant one. The rivulet was hidden by the luxuriant
+vegetation of the banks save at one point, where I caught a triangular
+patch of its glittering water. On the farther side I saw through a
+bluish haze a tangle of trees and creepers, and above these again the
+luminous blue of the sky. Here and there a splash of white or crimson
+marked the blooming of some trailing epiphyte. I let my eyes wander
+over this scene for a while, and then began to turn over in my mind
+again the strange peculiarities of Montgomery’s man. But it was too hot
+to think elaborately, and presently I fell into a tranquil state midway
+between dozing and waking.
+
+From this I was aroused, after I know not how long, by a rustling
+amidst the greenery on the other side of the stream. For a moment I
+could see nothing but the waving summits of the ferns and reeds. Then
+suddenly upon the bank of the stream appeared something—at first I
+could not distinguish what it was. It bowed its round head to the
+water, and began to drink. Then I saw it was a man, going on all-fours
+like a beast. He was clothed in bluish cloth, and was of a
+copper-coloured hue, with black hair. It seemed that grotesque ugliness
+was an invariable character of these islanders. I could hear the suck
+of the water at his lips as he drank.
+
+I leant forward to see him better, and a piece of lava, detached by my
+hand, went pattering down the slope. He looked up guiltily, and his
+eyes met mine. Forthwith he scrambled to his feet, and stood wiping his
+clumsy hand across his mouth and regarding me. His legs were scarcely
+half the length of his body. So, staring one another out of
+countenance, we remained for perhaps the space of a minute. Then,
+stopping to look back once or twice, he slunk off among the bushes to
+the right of me, and I heard the swish of the fronds grow faint in the
+distance and die away. Long after he had disappeared, I remained
+sitting up staring in the direction of his retreat. My drowsy
+tranquillity had gone.
+
+I was startled by a noise behind me, and turning suddenly saw the
+flapping white tail of a rabbit vanishing up the slope. I jumped to my
+feet. The apparition of this grotesque, half-bestial creature had
+suddenly populated the stillness of the afternoon for me. I looked
+around me rather nervously, and regretted that I was unarmed. Then I
+thought that the man I had just seen had been clothed in bluish cloth,
+had not been naked as a savage would have been; and I tried to persuade
+myself from that fact that he was after all probably a peaceful
+character, that the dull ferocity of his countenance belied him.
+
+Yet I was greatly disturbed at the apparition. I walked to the left
+along the slope, turning my head about and peering this way and that
+among the straight stems of the trees. Why should a man go on all-fours
+and drink with his lips? Presently I heard an animal wailing again, and
+taking it to be the puma, I turned about and walked in a direction
+diametrically opposite to the sound. This led me down to the stream,
+across which I stepped and pushed my way up through the undergrowth
+beyond.
+
+I was startled by a great patch of vivid scarlet on the ground, and
+going up to it found it to be a peculiar fungus, branched and
+corrugated like a foliaceous lichen, but deliquescing into slime at the
+touch; and then in the shadow of some luxuriant ferns I came upon an
+unpleasant thing,—the dead body of a rabbit covered with shining flies,
+but still warm and with the head torn off. I stopped aghast at the
+sight of the scattered blood. Here at least was one visitor to the
+island disposed of! There were no traces of other violence about it. It
+looked as though it had been suddenly snatched up and killed; and as I
+stared at the little furry body came the difficulty of how the thing
+had been done. The vague dread that had been in my mind since I had
+seen the inhuman face of the man at the stream grew distincter as I
+stood there. I began to realise the hardihood of my expedition among
+these unknown people. The thicket about me became altered to my
+imagination. Every shadow became something more than a shadow,—became
+an ambush; every rustle became a threat. Invisible things seemed
+watching me. I resolved to go back to the enclosure on the beach. I
+suddenly turned away and thrust myself violently, possibly even
+frantically, through the bushes, anxious to get a clear space about me
+again.
+
+I stopped just in time to prevent myself emerging upon an open space.
+It was a kind of glade in the forest, made by a fall; seedlings were
+already starting up to struggle for the vacant space; and beyond, the
+dense growth of stems and twining vines and splashes of fungus and
+flowers closed in again. Before me, squatting together upon the fungoid
+ruins of a huge fallen tree and still unaware of my approach, were
+three grotesque human figures. One was evidently a female; the other
+two were men. They were naked, save for swathings of scarlet cloth
+about the middle; and their skins were of a dull pinkish-drab colour,
+such as I had seen in no savages before. They had fat, heavy, chinless
+faces, retreating foreheads, and a scant bristly hair upon their heads.
+I never saw such bestial-looking creatures.
+
+They were talking, or at least one of the men was talking to the other
+two, and all three had been too closely interested to heed the rustling
+of my approach. They swayed their heads and shoulders from side to
+side. The speaker’s words came thick and sloppy, and though I could
+hear them distinctly I could not distinguish what he said. He seemed to
+me to be reciting some complicated gibberish. Presently his
+articulation became shriller, and spreading his hands he rose to his
+feet. At that the others began to gibber in unison, also rising to
+their feet, spreading their hands and swaying their bodies in rhythm
+with their chant. I noticed then the abnormal shortness of their legs,
+and their lank, clumsy feet. All three began slowly to circle round,
+raising and stamping their feet and waving their arms; a kind of tune
+crept into their rhythmic recitation, and a refrain,—“Aloola,” or
+“Balloola,” it sounded like. Their eyes began to sparkle, and their
+ugly faces to brighten, with an expression of strange pleasure. Saliva
+dripped from their lipless mouths.
+
+Suddenly, as I watched their grotesque and unaccountable gestures, I
+perceived clearly for the first time what it was that had offended me,
+what had given me the two inconsistent and conflicting impressions of
+utter strangeness and yet of the strangest familiarity. The three
+creatures engaged in this mysterious rite were human in shape, and yet
+human beings with the strangest air about them of some familiar animal.
+Each of these creatures, despite its human form, its rag of clothing,
+and the rough humanity of its bodily form, had woven into it—into its
+movements, into the expression of its countenance, into its whole
+presence—some now irresistible suggestion of a hog, a swinish taint,
+the unmistakable mark of the beast.
+
+I stood overcome by this amazing realisation and then the most horrible
+questionings came rushing into my mind. They began leaping in the air,
+first one and then the other, whooping and grunting. Then one slipped,
+and for a moment was on all-fours,—to recover, indeed, forthwith. But
+that transitory gleam of the true animalism of these monsters was
+enough.
+
+I turned as noiselessly as possible, and becoming every now and then
+rigid with the fear of being discovered, as a branch cracked or a leaf
+rustled, I pushed back into the bushes. It was long before I grew
+bolder, and dared to move freely. My only idea for the moment was to
+get away from these foul beings, and I scarcely noticed that I had
+emerged upon a faint pathway amidst the trees. Then suddenly traversing
+a little glade, I saw with an unpleasant start two clumsy legs among
+the trees, walking with noiseless footsteps parallel with my course,
+and perhaps thirty yards away from me. The head and upper part of the
+body were hidden by a tangle of creeper. I stopped abruptly, hoping the
+creature did not see me. The feet stopped as I did. So nervous was I
+that I controlled an impulse to headlong flight with the utmost
+difficulty. Then looking hard, I distinguished through the interlacing
+network the head and body of the brute I had seen drinking. He moved
+his head. There was an emerald flash in his eyes as he glanced at me
+from the shadow of the trees, a half-luminous colour that vanished as
+he turned his head again. He was motionless for a moment, and then with
+a noiseless tread began running through the green confusion. In another
+moment he had vanished behind some bushes. I could not see him, but I
+felt that he had stopped and was watching me again.
+
+What on earth was he,—man or beast? What did he want with me? I had no
+weapon, not even a stick. Flight would be madness. At any rate the
+Thing, whatever it was, lacked the courage to attack me. Setting my
+teeth hard, I walked straight towards him. I was anxious not to show
+the fear that seemed chilling my backbone. I pushed through a tangle of
+tall white-flowered bushes, and saw him twenty paces beyond, looking
+over his shoulder at me and hesitating. I advanced a step or two,
+looking steadfastly into his eyes.
+
+“Who are you?” said I.
+
+He tried to meet my gaze. “No!” he said suddenly, and turning went
+bounding away from me through the undergrowth. Then he turned and
+stared at me again. His eyes shone brightly out of the dusk under the
+trees.
+
+My heart was in my mouth; but I felt my only chance was bluff, and
+walked steadily towards him. He turned again, and vanished into the
+dusk. Once more I thought I caught the glint of his eyes, and that was
+all.
+
+For the first time I realised how the lateness of the hour might affect
+me. The sun had set some minutes since, the swift dusk of the tropics
+was already fading out of the eastern sky, and a pioneer moth fluttered
+silently by my head. Unless I would spend the night among the unknown
+dangers of the mysterious forest, I must hasten back to the enclosure.
+The thought of a return to that pain-haunted refuge was extremely
+disagreeable, but still more so was the idea of being overtaken in the
+open by darkness and all that darkness might conceal. I gave one more
+look into the blue shadows that had swallowed up this odd creature, and
+then retraced my way down the slope towards the stream, going as I
+judged in the direction from which I had come.
+
+I walked eagerly, my mind confused with many things, and presently
+found myself in a level place among scattered trees. The colourless
+clearness that comes after the sunset flush was darkling; the blue sky
+above grew momentarily deeper, and the little stars one by one pierced
+the attenuated light; the interspaces of the trees, the gaps in the
+further vegetation, that had been hazy blue in the daylight, grew black
+and mysterious. I pushed on. The colour vanished from the world. The
+tree-tops rose against the luminous blue sky in inky silhouette, and
+all below that outline melted into one formless blackness. Presently
+the trees grew thinner, and the shrubby undergrowth more abundant. Then
+there was a desolate space covered with a white sand, and then another
+expanse of tangled bushes. I did not remember crossing the sand-opening
+before. I began to be tormented by a faint rustling upon my right hand.
+I thought at first it was fancy, for whenever I stopped there was
+silence, save for the evening breeze in the tree-tops. Then when I
+turned to hurry on again there was an echo to my footsteps.
+
+I turned away from the thickets, keeping to the more open ground, and
+endeavouring by sudden turns now and then to surprise something in the
+act of creeping upon me. I saw nothing, and nevertheless my sense of
+another presence grew steadily. I increased my pace, and after some
+time came to a slight ridge, crossed it, and turned sharply, regarding
+it steadfastly from the further side. It came out black and clear-cut
+against the darkling sky; and presently a shapeless lump heaved up
+momentarily against the sky-line and vanished again. I felt assured now
+that my tawny-faced antagonist was stalking me once more; and coupled
+with that was another unpleasant realisation, that I had lost my way.
+
+For a time I hurried on hopelessly perplexed, and pursued by that
+stealthy approach. Whatever it was, the Thing either lacked the courage
+to attack me, or it was waiting to take me at some disadvantage. I kept
+studiously to the open. At times I would turn and listen; and presently
+I had half persuaded myself that my pursuer had abandoned the chase, or
+was a mere creation of my disordered imagination. Then I heard the
+sound of the sea. I quickened my footsteps almost into a run, and
+immediately there was a stumble in my rear.
+
+I turned suddenly, and stared at the uncertain trees behind me. One
+black shadow seemed to leap into another. I listened, rigid, and heard
+nothing but the creep of the blood in my ears. I thought that my nerves
+were unstrung, and that my imagination was tricking me, and turned
+resolutely towards the sound of the sea again.
+
+In a minute or so the trees grew thinner, and I emerged upon a bare,
+low headland running out into the sombre water. The night was calm and
+clear, and the reflection of the growing multitude of the stars
+shivered in the tranquil heaving of the sea. Some way out, the wash
+upon an irregular band of reef shone with a pallid light of its own.
+Westward I saw the zodiacal light mingling with the yellow brilliance
+of the evening star. The coast fell away from me to the east, and
+westward it was hidden by the shoulder of the cape. Then I recalled the
+fact that Moreau’s beach lay to the west.
+
+A twig snapped behind me, and there was a rustle. I turned, and stood
+facing the dark trees. I could see nothing—or else I could see too
+much. Every dark form in the dimness had its ominous quality, its
+peculiar suggestion of alert watchfulness. So I stood for perhaps a
+minute, and then, with an eye to the trees still, turned westward to
+cross the headland; and as I moved, one among the lurking shadows moved
+to follow me.
+
+My heart beat quickly. Presently the broad sweep of a bay to the
+westward became visible, and I halted again. The noiseless shadow
+halted a dozen yards from me. A little point of light shone on the
+further bend of the curve, and the grey sweep of the sandy beach lay
+faint under the starlight. Perhaps two miles away was that little point
+of light. To get to the beach I should have to go through the trees
+where the shadows lurked, and down a bushy slope.
+
+I could see the Thing rather more distinctly now. It was no animal, for
+it stood erect. At that I opened my mouth to speak, and found a hoarse
+phlegm choked my voice. I tried again, and shouted, “Who is there?”
+There was no answer. I advanced a step. The Thing did not move, only
+gathered itself together. My foot struck a stone. That gave me an idea.
+Without taking my eyes off the black form before me, I stooped and
+picked up this lump of rock; but at my motion the Thing turned abruptly
+as a dog might have done, and slunk obliquely into the further
+darkness. Then I recalled a schoolboy expedient against big dogs, and
+twisted the rock into my handkerchief, and gave this a turn round my
+wrist. I heard a movement further off among the shadows, as if the
+Thing was in retreat. Then suddenly my tense excitement gave way; I
+broke into a profuse perspiration and fell a-trembling, with my
+adversary routed and this weapon in my hand.
+
+It was some time before I could summon resolution to go down through
+the trees and bushes upon the flank of the headland to the beach. At
+last I did it at a run; and as I emerged from the thicket upon the
+sand, I heard some other body come crashing after me. At that I
+completely lost my head with fear, and began running along the sand.
+Forthwith there came the swift patter of soft feet in pursuit. I gave a
+wild cry, and redoubled my pace. Some dim, black things about three or
+four times the size of rabbits went running or hopping up from the
+beach towards the bushes as I passed.
+
+So long as I live, I shall remember the terror of that chase. I ran
+near the water’s edge, and heard every now and then the splash of the
+feet that gained upon me. Far away, hopelessly far, was the yellow
+light. All the night about us was black and still. Splash, splash, came
+the pursuing feet, nearer and nearer. I felt my breath going, for I was
+quite out of training; it whooped as I drew it, and I felt a pain like
+a knife at my side. I perceived the Thing would come up with me long
+before I reached the enclosure, and, desperate and sobbing for my
+breath, I wheeled round upon it and struck at it as it came up to
+me,—struck with all my strength. The stone came out of the sling of the
+handkerchief as I did so. As I turned, the Thing, which had been
+running on all-fours, rose to its feet, and the missile fell fair on
+its left temple. The skull rang loud, and the animal-man blundered into
+me, thrust me back with its hands, and went staggering past me to fall
+headlong upon the sand with its face in the water; and there it lay
+still.
+
+I could not bring myself to approach that black heap. I left it there,
+with the water rippling round it, under the still stars, and giving it
+a wide berth pursued my way towards the yellow glow of the house; and
+presently, with a positive effect of relief, came the pitiful moaning
+of the puma, the sound that had originally driven me out to explore
+this mysterious island. At that, though I was faint and horribly
+fatigued, I gathered together all my strength, and began running again
+towards the light. I thought I heard a voice calling me.
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 \chapter{THE MAN WHO WAS GOING NOWHERE}
 \cleardoublepage
-The cabin in which I found myself was small and rather untidy. A
-youngish man with flaxen hair, a bristly straw-coloured moustache, and
-a dropping nether lip, was sitting and holding my wrist. For a minute
-we stared at each other without speaking. He had watery grey eyes,
-oddly void of expression. Then just overhead came a sound like an iron
-bedstead being knocked about, and the low angry growling of some large
-animal. At the same time the man spoke. He repeated his question,—“How
-do you feel now?”
-
-I think I said I felt all right. I could not recollect how I had got
-there. He must have seen the question in my face, for my voice was
-inaccessible to me.
-
-“You were picked up in a boat, starving. The name on the boat was the
-\emph{Lady Vain}, and there were spots of blood on the gunwale.”
-
-At the same time my eye caught my hand, so thin that it looked like a
-dirty skin-purse full of loose bones, and all the business of the boat
-came back to me.
-
-“Have some of this,” said he, and gave me a dose of some scarlet stuff,
-iced.
-
-It tasted like blood, and made me feel stronger.
-
-“You were in luck,” said he, “to get picked up by a ship with a medical
-man aboard.” He spoke with a slobbering articulation, with the ghost of
-a lisp.
-
-“What ship is this?” I said slowly, hoarse from my long silence.
-
-“It’s a little trader from Arica and Callao. I never asked where she
-came from in the beginning,—out of the land of born fools, I guess. I’m
-a passenger myself, from Arica. The silly ass who owns her,—he’s
-captain too, named Davies,—he’s lost his certificate, or something. You
-know the kind of man,—calls the thing the \emph{Ipecacuanha}, of all silly,
-infernal names; though when there’s much of a sea without any wind, she
-certainly acts according.”
-
-(Then the noise overhead began again, a snarling growl and the voice of
-a human being together. Then another voice, telling some
-“Heaven-forsaken idiot” to desist.)
-
-“You were nearly dead,” said my interlocutor. “It was a very near
-thing, indeed. But I’ve put some stuff into you now. Notice your arm’s
-sore? Injections. You’ve been insensible for nearly thirty hours.”
-
-I thought slowly. (I was distracted now by the yelping of a number of
-dogs.) “Am I eligible for solid food?” I asked.
-
-“Thanks to me,” he said. “Even now the mutton is boiling.”
-
-“Yes,” I said with assurance; “I could eat some mutton.”
-
-“But,” said he with a momentary hesitation, “you know I’m dying to hear
-of how you came to be alone in that boat.\ \emph{Damn that howling}!” I
-thought I detected a certain suspicion in his eyes.
-
-He suddenly left the cabin, and I heard him in violent controversy with
-some one, who seemed to me to talk gibberish in response to him. The
-matter sounded as though it ended in blows, but in that I thought my
-ears were mistaken. Then he shouted at the dogs, and returned to the
-cabin.
-
-“Well?” said he in the doorway. “You were just beginning to tell me.”
-
-I told him my name, Edward Prendick, and how I had taken to Natural
-History as a relief from the dulness of my comfortable independence.
-
-He seemed interested in this. “I’ve done some science myself. I did my
-Biology at University College,—getting out the ovary of the earthworm
-and the radula of the snail, and all that. Lord! It’s ten years ago.
-But go on! go on! tell me about the boat.”
-
-He was evidently satisfied with the frankness of my story, which I told
-in concise sentences enough, for I felt horribly weak; and when it was
-finished he reverted at once to the topic of Natural History and his
-own biological studies. He began to question me closely about Tottenham
-Court Road and Gower Street. “Is Caplatzi still flourishing? What a
-shop that was!” He had evidently been a very ordinary medical student,
-and drifted incontinently to the topic of the music halls. He told me
-some anecdotes.
-
-“Left it all,” he said, “ten years ago. How jolly it all used to be!
-But I made a young ass of myself,—played myself out before I was
-twenty-one. I daresay it’s all different now. But I must look up that
-ass of a cook, and see what he’s done to your mutton.”
-
-The growling overhead was renewed, so suddenly and with so much savage
-anger that it startled me. “What’s that?” I called after him, but the
-door had closed. He came back again with the boiled mutton, and I was
-so excited by the appetising smell of it that I forgot the noise of the
-beast that had troubled me.
-
-After a day of alternate sleep and feeding I was so far recovered as to
-be able to get from my bunk to the scuttle, and see the green seas
-trying to keep pace with us. I judged the schooner was running before
-the wind. Montgomery—that was the name of the flaxen-haired man—came in
-again as I stood there, and I asked him for some clothes. He lent me
-some duck things of his own, for those I had worn in the boat had been
-thrown overboard. They were rather loose for me, for he was large and
-long in his limbs. He told me casually that the captain was three-parts
-drunk in his own cabin. As I assumed the clothes, I began asking him
-some questions about the destination of the ship. He said the ship was
-bound to Hawaii, but that it had to land him first.
-
-“Where?” said I.
-
-“It’s an island, where I live. So far as I know, it hasn’t got a name.”
-
-He stared at me with his nether lip dropping, and looked so wilfully
-stupid of a sudden that it came into my head that he desired to avoid
-my questions. I had the discretion to ask no more.
+\include{chapters/The man who was going nowhere}
 
 \chapter{THE STRANGE FACE}
 \cleardoublepage
-We left the cabin and found a man at the companion obstructing our way.
-He was standing on the ladder with his back to us, peering over the
-combing of the hatchway. He was, I could see, a misshapen man, short,
-broad, and clumsy, with a crooked back, a hairy neck, and a head sunk
-between his shoulders. He was dressed in dark-blue serge, and had
-peculiarly thick, coarse, black hair. I heard the unseen dogs growl
-furiously, and forthwith he ducked back,—coming into contact with the
-hand I put out to fend him off from myself. He turned with animal
-swiftness.
 
-In some indefinable way the black face thus flashed upon me shocked me
-profoundly. It was a singularly deformed one. The facial part
-projected, forming something dimly suggestive of a muzzle, and the huge
-half-open mouth showed as big white teeth as I had ever seen in a human
-mouth. His eyes were blood-shot at the edges, with scarcely a rim of
-white round the hazel pupils. There was a curious glow of excitement in
-his face.
+\include{chapters/The Strange Face}
 
-“Confound you!” said Montgomery. “Why the devil don’t you get out of
-the way?”
-
-The black-faced man started aside without a word. I went on up the
-companion, staring at him instinctively as I did so. Montgomery stayed
-at the foot for a moment. “You have no business here, you know,” he
-said in a deliberate tone. “Your place is forward.”
-
-The black-faced man cowered. “They—won’t have me forward.” He spoke
-slowly, with a queer, hoarse quality in his voice.
-
-“Won’t have you forward!” said Montgomery, in a menacing voice. “But I
-tell you to go!” He was on the brink of saying something further, then
-looked up at me suddenly and followed me up the ladder.
-
-I had paused half way through the hatchway, looking back, still
-astonished beyond measure at the grotesque ugliness of this black-faced
-creature. I had never beheld such a repulsive and extraordinary face
-before, and yet—if the contradiction is credible—I experienced at the
-same time an odd feeling that in some way I \emph{had} already encountered
-exactly the features and gestures that now amazed me. Afterwards it
-occurred to me that probably I had seen him as I was lifted aboard; and
-yet that scarcely satisfied my suspicion of a previous acquaintance.
-Yet how one could have set eyes on so singular a face and yet have
-forgotten the precise occasion, passed my imagination.
-
-Montgomery’s movement to follow me released my attention, and I turned
-and looked about me at the flush deck of the little schooner. I was
-already half prepared by the sounds I had heard for what I saw.
-Certainly I never beheld a deck so dirty. It was littered with scraps
-of carrot, shreds of green stuff, and indescribable filth. Fastened by
-chains to the mainmast were a number of grisly staghounds, who now
-began leaping and barking at me, and by the mizzen a huge puma was
-cramped in a little iron cage far too small even to give it turning
-room. Farther under the starboard bulwark were some big hutches
-containing a number of rabbits, and a solitary llama was squeezed in a
-mere box of a cage forward. The dogs were muzzled by leather straps.
-The only human being on deck was a gaunt and silent sailor at the
-wheel.
-
-The patched and dirty spankers were tense before the wind, and up aloft
-the little ship seemed carrying every sail she had. The sky was clear,
-the sun midway down the western sky; long waves, capped by the breeze
-with froth, were running with us. We went past the steersman to the
-taffrail, and saw the water come foaming under the stern and the
-bubbles go dancing and vanishing in her wake. I turned and surveyed the
-unsavoury length of the ship.
-
-“Is this an ocean menagerie?” said I.
-
-“Looks like it,” said Montgomery.
-
-“What are these beasts for? Merchandise, curios? Does the captain think
-he is going to sell them somewhere in the South Seas?”
-
-“It looks like it, doesn’t it?” said Montgomery, and turned towards the
-wake again.
-
-Suddenly we heard a yelp and a volley of furious blasphemy from the
-companion hatchway, and the deformed man with the black face came up
-hurriedly. He was immediately followed by a heavy red-haired man in a
-white cap. At the sight of the former the staghounds, who had all tired
-of barking at me by this time, became furiously excited, howling and
-leaping against their chains. The black hesitated before them, and this
-gave the red-haired man time to come up with him and deliver a
-tremendous blow between the shoulder-blades. The poor devil went down
-like a felled ox, and rolled in the dirt among the furiously excited
-dogs. It was lucky for him that they were muzzled. The red-haired man
-gave a yawp of exultation and stood staggering, and as it seemed to me
-in serious danger of either going backwards down the companion hatchway
-or forwards upon his victim.
-
-So soon as the second man had appeared, Montgomery had started forward.
-“Steady on there!” he cried, in a tone of remonstrance. A couple of
-sailors appeared on the forecastle. The black-faced man, howling in a
-singular voice rolled about under the feet of the dogs. No one
-attempted to help him. The brutes did their best to worry him, butting
-their muzzles at him. There was a quick dance of their lithe
-grey-figured bodies over the clumsy, prostrate figure. The sailors
-forward shouted, as though it was admirable sport. Montgomery gave an
-angry exclamation, and went striding down the deck, and I followed him.
-The black-faced man scrambled up and staggered forward, going and
-leaning over the bulwark by the main shrouds, where he remained,
-panting and glaring over his shoulder at the dogs. The red-haired man
-laughed a satisfied laugh.
-
-“Look here, Captain,” said Montgomery, with his lisp a little
-accentuated, gripping the elbows of the red-haired man, “this won’t
-do!”
-
-I stood behind Montgomery. The captain came half round, and regarded
-him with the dull and solemn eyes of a drunken man. “Wha’ won’t do?” he
-said, and added, after looking sleepily into Montgomery’s face for a
-minute, “Blasted Sawbones!”
-
-With a sudden movement he shook his arms free, and after two
-ineffectual attempts stuck his freckled fists into his side pockets.
-
-“That man’s a passenger,” said Montgomery. “I’d advise you to keep your
-hands off him.”
-
-“Go to hell!” said the captain, loudly. He suddenly turned and
-staggered towards the side. “Do what I like on my own ship,” he said.
-
-I think Montgomery might have left him then, seeing the brute was
-drunk; but he only turned a shade paler, and followed the captain to
-the bulwarks.
-
-“Look you here, Captain,” he said; “that man of mine is not to be
-ill-treated. He has been hazed ever since he came aboard.”
-
-For a minute, alcoholic fumes kept the captain speechless. “Blasted
-Sawbones!” was all he considered necessary.
-
-I could see that Montgomery had one of those slow, pertinacious tempers
-that will warm day after day to a white heat, and never again cool to
-forgiveness; and I saw too that this quarrel had been some time
-growing. “The man’s drunk,” said I, perhaps officiously; “you’ll do no
-good.”
-
-Montgomery gave an ugly twist to his dropping lip. “He’s always drunk.
-Do you think that excuses his assaulting his passengers?”
-
-“My ship,” began the captain, waving his hand unsteadily towards the
-cages, “was a clean ship. Look at it now!” It was certainly anything
-but clean. “Crew,” continued the captain, “clean, respectable crew.”
-
-“You agreed to take the beasts.”
-
-“I wish I’d never set eyes on your infernal island. What the devil—want
-beasts for on an island like that? Then, that man of yours—understood
-he was a man. He’s a lunatic; and he hadn’t no business aft. Do you
-think the whole damned ship belongs to you?”
-
-“Your sailors began to haze the poor devil as soon as he came aboard.”
-
-“That’s just what he is—he’s a devil! an ugly devil! My men can’t stand
-him. \emph{I} can’t stand him. None of us can’t stand him. Nor \emph{you}
-either!”
-
-Montgomery turned away. “\emph{You} leave that man alone, anyhow,” he said,
-nodding his head as he spoke.
-
-But the captain meant to quarrel now. He raised his voice. “If he comes
-this end of the ship again I’ll cut his insides out, I tell you. Cut
-out his blasted insides! Who are \emph{You}, to tell \emph{me}what \emph{I'm}to do?
-I tell you I’m captain of this ship,—captain and owner. I’m the law
-here, I tell you,—the law and the prophets. I bargained to take a man
-and his attendant to and from Arica, and bring back some animals. I
-never bargained to carry a mad devil and a silly Sawbones, a—”
-
-Well, never mind what he called Montgomery. I saw the latter take a
-step forward, and interposed. “He’s drunk,” said I. The captain began
-some abuse even fouler than the last. “Shut up!” I said, turning on him
-sharply, for I had seen danger in Montgomery’s white face. With that I
-brought the downpour on myself.
-
-However, I was glad to avert what was uncommonly near a scuffle, even
-at the price of the captain’s drunken ill-will. I do not think I have
-ever heard quite so much vile language come in a continuous stream from
-any man’s lips before, though I have frequented eccentric company
-enough. I found some of it hard to endure, though I am a mild-tempered
-man; but, certainly, when I told the captain to “shut up” I had
-forgotten that I was merely a bit of human flotsam, cut off from my
-resources and with my fare unpaid; a mere casual dependant on the
-bounty, or speculative enterprise, of the ship. He reminded me of it
-with considerable vigour; but at any rate I prevented a fight.
 \chapter{AT THE SCHOONER’S RAIL}
 \cleardoublepage
-That night land was sighted after sundown, and the schooner hove to.
-Montgomery intimated that was his destination. It was too far to see
-any details; it seemed to me then simply a low-lying patch of dim blue
-in the uncertain blue-grey sea. An almost vertical streak of smoke went
-up from it into the sky. The captain was not on deck when it was
-sighted. After he had vented his wrath on me he had staggered below,
-and I understand he went to sleep on the floor of his own cabin. The
-mate practically assumed the command. He was the gaunt, taciturn
-individual we had seen at the wheel. Apparently he was in an evil
-temper with Montgomery. He took not the slightest notice of either of
-us. We dined with him in a sulky silence, after a few ineffectual
-efforts on my part to talk. It struck me too that the men regarded my
-companion and his animals in a singularly unfriendly manner. I found
-Montgomery very reticent about his purpose with these creatures, and
-about his destination; and though I was sensible of a growing curiosity
-as to both, I did not press him.
 
-We remained talking on the quarter deck until the sky was thick with
-stars. Except for an occasional sound in the yellow-lit forecastle and
-a movement of the animals now and then, the night was very still. The
-puma lay crouched together, watching us with shining eyes, a black heap
-in the corner of its cage. Montgomery produced some cigars. He talked
-to me of London in a tone of half-painful reminiscence, asking all
-kinds of questions about changes that had taken place. He spoke like a
-man who had loved his life there, and had been suddenly and irrevocably
-cut off from it. I gossiped as well as I could of this and that. All
-the time the strangeness of him was shaping itself in my mind; and as I
-talked I peered at his odd, pallid face in the dim light of the
-binnacle lantern behind me. Then I looked out at the darkling sea,
-where in the dimness his little island was hidden.
-
-This man, it seemed to me, had come out of Immensity merely to save my
-life. To-morrow he would drop over the side, and vanish again out of my
-existence. Even had it been under commonplace circumstances, it would
-have made me a trifle thoughtful; but in the first place was the
-singularity of an educated man living on this unknown little island,
-and coupled with that the extraordinary nature of his luggage. I found
-myself repeating the captain’s question. What did he want with the
-beasts? Why, too, had he pretended they were not his when I had
-remarked about them at first? Then, again, in his personal attendant
-there was a bizarre quality which had impressed me profoundly. These
-circumstances threw a haze of mystery round the man. They laid hold of
-my imagination, and hampered my tongue.
-
-Towards midnight our talk of London died away, and we stood side by
-side leaning over the bulwarks and staring dreamily over the silent,
-starlit sea, each pursuing his own thoughts. It was the atmosphere for
-sentiment, and I began upon my gratitude.
-
-“If I may say it,” said I, after a time, “you have saved my life.”
-
-“Chance,” he answered. “Just chance.”
-
-“I prefer to make my thanks to the accessible agent.”
-
-“Thank no one. You had the need, and I had the knowledge; and I
-injected and fed you much as I might have collected a specimen. I was
-bored and wanted something to do. If I’d been jaded that day, or hadn’t
-liked your face, well—it’s a curious question where you would have been
-now!”
-
-This damped my mood a little. “At any rate,” I began.
-
-“It’s a chance, I tell you,” he interrupted, “as everything is in a
-man’s life. Only the asses won’t see it! Why am I here now, an outcast
-from civilisation, instead of being a happy man enjoying all the
-pleasures of London? Simply because eleven years ago—I lost my head for
-ten minutes on a foggy night.”
-
-He stopped. “Yes?” said I.
-
-“That’s all.”
-
-We relapsed into silence. Presently he laughed. “There’s something in
-this starlight that loosens one’s tongue. I’m an ass, and yet somehow I
-would like to tell you.”
-
-“Whatever you tell me, you may rely upon my keeping to myself—if that’s
-it.”
-
-He was on the point of beginning, and then shook his head, doubtfully.
-
-“Don’t,” said I. “It is all the same to me. After all, it is better to
-keep your secret. There’s nothing gained but a little relief if I
-respect your confidence. If I don’t—well?”
-
-He grunted undecidedly. I felt I had him at a disadvantage, had caught
-him in the mood of indiscretion; and to tell the truth I was not
-curious to learn what might have driven a young medical student out of
-London. I have an imagination. I shrugged my shoulders and turned away.
-Over the taffrail leant a silent black figure, watching the stars. It
-was Montgomery’s strange attendant. It looked over its shoulder quickly
-with my movement, then looked away again.
-
-It may seem a little thing to you, perhaps, but it came like a sudden
-blow to me. The only light near us was a lantern at the wheel. The
-creature’s face was turned for one brief instant out of the dimness of
-the stern towards this illumination, and I saw that the eyes that
-glanced at me shone with a pale-green light. I did not know then that a
-reddish luminosity, at least, is not uncommon in human eyes. The thing
-came to me as stark inhumanity. That black figure with its eyes of fire
-struck down through all my adult thoughts and feelings, and for a
-moment the forgotten horrors of childhood came back to my mind. Then
-the effect passed as it had come. An uncouth black figure of a man, a
-figure of no particular import, hung over the taffrail against the
-starlight, and I found Montgomery was speaking to me.
-
-“I’m thinking of turning in, then,” said he, “if you’ve had enough of
-this.”
-
-I answered him incongruously. We went below, and he wished me
-good-night at the door of my cabin.
-
-That night I had some very unpleasant dreams. The waning moon rose
-late. Its light struck a ghostly white beam across my cabin, and made
-an ominous shape on the planking by my bunk. Then the staghounds woke,
-and began howling and baying; so that I dreamt fitfully, and scarcely
-slept until the approach of dawn.
+\include{chapters/At the Schooners Rail}
 
 \chapter{THE MAN WHO HAD NOWHERE TO GO}
 \cleardoublepage 
-In the early morning (it was the second morning after my recovery, and
-I believe the fourth after I was picked up), I awoke through an avenue
-of tumultuous dreams,—dreams of guns and howling mobs,—and became
-sensible of a hoarse shouting above me. I rubbed my eyes and lay
-listening to the noise, doubtful for a little while of my whereabouts.
-Then came a sudden pattering of bare feet, the sound of heavy objects
-being thrown about, a violent creaking and the rattling of chains. I
-heard the swish of the water as the ship was suddenly brought round,
-and a foamy yellow-green wave flew across the little round window and
-left it streaming. I jumped into my clothes and went on deck.
-
-As I came up the ladder I saw against the flushed sky—for the sun was
-just rising—the broad back and red hair of the captain, and over his
-shoulder the puma spinning from a tackle rigged on to the mizzen
-spanker-boom.
-
-The poor brute seemed horribly scared, and crouched in the bottom of
-its little cage.
-
-“Overboard with ’em!” bawled the captain. “Overboard with ’em! We’ll
-have a clean ship soon of the whole bilin’ of ’em.”
-
-He stood in my way, so that I had perforce to tap his shoulder to come
-on deck. He came round with a start, and staggered back a few paces to
-stare at me. It needed no expert eye to tell that the man was still
-drunk.
-
-“Hullo!” said he, stupidly; and then with a light coming into his eyes,
-“Why, it’s Mister—Mister?”
-
-“Prendick,” said I.
-
-“Prendick be damned!” said he. “Shut-up,—that’s your name. Mister
-Shut-up.”
-
-It was no good answering the brute; but I certainly did not expect his
-next move. He held out his hand to the gangway by which Montgomery
-stood talking to a massive grey-haired man in dirty-blue flannels, who
-had apparently just come aboard.
-
-“That way, Mister Blasted Shut-up! that way!” roared the captain.
-
-Montgomery and his companion turned as he spoke.
-
-“What do you mean?” I said.
-
-“That way, Mister Blasted Shut-up,—that’s what I mean! Overboard,
-Mister Shut-up,—and sharp! We’re cleaning the ship out,—cleaning the
-whole blessed ship out; and overboard you go!”
-
-I stared at him dumfounded. Then it occurred to me that it was exactly
-the thing I wanted. The lost prospect of a journey as sole passenger
-with this quarrelsome sot was not one to mourn over. I turned towards
-Montgomery.
-
-“Can’t have you,” said Montgomery’s companion, concisely.
-
-“You can’t have me!” said I, aghast. He had the squarest and most
-resolute face I ever set eyes upon.
-
-“Look here,” I began, turning to the captain.
-
-“Overboard!” said the captain. “This ship aint for beasts and cannibals
-and worse than beasts, any more. Overboard you go, Mister Shut-up. If
-they can’t have you, you goes overboard. But, anyhow, you go—with your
-friends. I’ve done with this blessed island for evermore, amen! I’ve
-had enough of it.”
-
-“But, Montgomery,” I appealed.
-
-He distorted his lower lip, and nodded his head hopelessly at the
-grey-haired man beside him, to indicate his powerlessness to help me.
-
-“I’ll see to \emph{you}, presently,” said the captain.
-
-Then began a curious three-cornered altercation. Alternately I appealed
-to one and another of the three men,—first to the grey-haired man to
-let me land, and then to the drunken captain to keep me aboard. I even
-bawled entreaties to the sailors. Montgomery said never a word, only
-shook his head. “You’re going overboard, I tell you,” was the captain’s
-refrain. “Law be damned! I’m king here.” At last I must confess my
-voice suddenly broke in the middle of a vigorous threat. I felt a gust
-of hysterical petulance, and went aft and stared dismally at nothing.
-
-Meanwhile the sailors progressed rapidly with the task of unshipping
-the packages and caged animals. A large launch, with two standing lugs,
-lay under the lee of the schooner; and into this the strange assortment
-of goods were swung. I did not then see the hands from the island that
-were receiving the packages, for the hull of the launch was hidden from
-me by the side of the schooner. Neither Montgomery nor his companion
-took the slightest notice of me, but busied themselves in assisting and
-directing the four or five sailors who were unloading the goods. The
-captain went forward interfering rather than assisting. I was
-alternately despairful and desperate. Once or twice as I stood waiting
-there for things to accomplish themselves, I could not resist an
-impulse to laugh at my miserable quandary. I felt all the wretcheder
-for the lack of a breakfast. Hunger and a lack of blood-corpuscles take
-all the manhood from a man. I perceived pretty clearly that I had not
-the stamina either to resist what the captain chose to do to expel me,
-or to force myself upon Montgomery and his companion. So I waited
-passively upon fate; and the work of transferring Montgomery’s
-possessions to the launch went on as if I did not exist.
-
-Presently that work was finished, and then came a struggle. I was
-hauled, resisting weakly enough, to the gangway. Even then I noticed
-the oddness of the brown faces of the men who were with Montgomery in
-the launch; but the launch was now fully laden, and was shoved off
-hastily. A broadening gap of green water appeared under me, and I
-pushed back with all my strength to avoid falling headlong. The hands
-in the launch shouted derisively, and I heard Montgomery curse at them;
-and then the captain, the mate, and one of the seamen helping him, ran
-me aft towards the stern.
-
-The dingey of the \emph{Lady Vain} had been towing behind; it was half full
-of water, had no oars, and was quite unvictualled. I refused to go
-aboard her, and flung myself full length on the deck. In the end, they
-swung me into her by a rope (for they had no stern ladder), and then
-they cut me adrift. I drifted slowly from the schooner. In a kind of
-stupor I watched all hands take to the rigging, and slowly but surely
-she came round to the wind; the sails fluttered, and then bellied out
-as the wind came into them. I stared at her weather-beaten side heeling
-steeply towards me; and then she passed out of my range of view.
-
-I did not turn my head to follow her. At first I could scarcely believe
-what had happened. I crouched in the bottom of the dingey, stunned, and
-staring blankly at the vacant, oily sea. Then I realised that I was in
-that little hell of mine again, now half swamped; and looking back over
-the gunwale, I saw the schooner standing away from me, with the
-red-haired captain mocking at me over the taffrail, and turning towards
-the island saw the launch growing smaller as she approached the beach.
-
-Abruptly the cruelty of this desertion became clear to me. I had no
-means of reaching the land unless I should chance to drift there. I was
-still weak, you must remember, from my exposure in the boat; I was
-empty and very faint, or I should have had more heart. But as it was I
-suddenly began to sob and weep, as I had never done since I was a
-little child. The tears ran down my face. In a passion of despair I
-struck with my fists at the water in the bottom of the boat, and kicked
-savagely at the gunwale. I prayed aloud for God to let me die.
 
+\include{chapters/The man who had nowhere to go}
 
 \chapter{THE EVIL-LOOKING BOATMEN}
 \cleardoublepage
-But the islanders, seeing that I was really adrift, took pity on me. I
-drifted very slowly to the eastward, approaching the island slantingly;
-and presently I saw, with hysterical relief, the launch come round and
-return towards me. She was heavily laden, and I could make out as she
-drew nearer Montgomery’s white-haired, broad-shouldered companion
-sitting cramped up with the dogs and several packing-cases in the stern
-sheets. This individual stared fixedly at me without moving or
-speaking. The black-faced cripple was glaring at me as fixedly in the
-bows near the puma. There were three other men besides,—three strange
-brutish-looking fellows, at whom the staghounds were snarling savagely.
-Montgomery, who was steering, brought the boat by me, and rising,
-caught and fastened my painter to the tiller to tow me, for there was
-no room aboard.
 
-I had recovered from my hysterical phase by this time and answered his
-hail, as he approached, bravely enough. I told him the dingey was
-nearly swamped, and he reached me a piggin. I was jerked back as the
-rope tightened between the boats. For some time I was busy baling.
-
-It was not until I had got the water under (for the water in the dingey
-had been shipped; the boat was perfectly sound) that I had leisure to
-look at the people in the launch again.
-
-The white-haired man I found was still regarding me steadfastly, but
-with an expression, as I now fancied, of some perplexity. When my eyes
-met his, he looked down at the staghound that sat between his knees. He
-was a powerfully-built man, as I have said, with a fine forehead and
-rather heavy features; but his eyes had that odd drooping of the skin
-above the lids which often comes with advancing years, and the fall of
-his heavy mouth at the corners gave him an expression of pugnacious
-resolution. He talked to Montgomery in a tone too low for me to hear.
-
-From him my eyes travelled to his three men; and a strange crew they
-were. I saw only their faces, yet there was something in their faces—I
-knew not what—that gave me a queer spasm of disgust. I looked steadily
-at them, and the impression did not pass, though I failed to see what
-had occasioned it. They seemed to me then to be brown men; but their
-limbs were oddly swathed in some thin, dirty, white stuff down even to
-the fingers and feet: I have never seen men so wrapped up before, and
-women so only in the East. They wore turbans too, and thereunder peered
-out their elfin faces at me,—faces with protruding lower-jaws and
-bright eyes. They had lank black hair, almost like horsehair, and
-seemed as they sat to exceed in stature any race of men I have seen.
-The white-haired man, who I knew was a good six feet in height, sat a
-head below any one of the three. I found afterwards that really none
-were taller than myself; but their bodies were abnormally long, and the
-thigh-part of the leg short and curiously twisted. At any rate, they
-were an amazingly ugly gang, and over the heads of them under the
-forward lug peered the black face of the man whose eyes were luminous
-in the dark. As I stared at them, they met my gaze; and then first one
-and then another turned away from my direct stare, and looked at me in
-an odd, furtive manner. It occurred to me that I was perhaps annoying
-them, and I turned my attention to the island we were approaching.
-
-It was low, and covered with thick vegetation,—chiefly a kind of palm,
-that was new to me. From one point a thin white thread of vapour rose
-slantingly to an immense height, and then frayed out like a down
-feather. We were now within the embrace of a broad bay flanked on
-either hand by a low promontory. The beach was of dull-grey sand, and
-sloped steeply up to a ridge, perhaps sixty or seventy feet above the
-sea-level, and irregularly set with trees and undergrowth. Half way up
-was a square enclosure of some greyish stone, which I found
-subsequently was built partly of coral and partly of pumiceous lava.
-Two thatched roofs peeped from within this enclosure. A man stood
-awaiting us at the water’s edge. I fancied while we were still far off
-that I saw some other and very grotesque-looking creatures scuttle into
-the bushes upon the slope; but I saw nothing of these as we drew
-nearer. This man was of a moderate size, and with a black negroid face.
-He had a large, almost lipless, mouth, extraordinary lank arms, long
-thin feet, and bow-legs, and stood with his heavy face thrust forward
-staring at us. He was dressed like Montgomery and his white-haired
-companion, in jacket and trousers of blue serge. As we came still
-nearer, this individual began to run to and fro on the beach, making
-the most grotesque movements.
-
-At a word of command from Montgomery, the four men in the launch sprang
-up, and with singularly awkward gestures struck the lugs. Montgomery
-steered us round and into a narrow little dock excavated in the beach.
-Then the man on the beach hastened towards us. This dock, as I call it,
-was really a mere ditch just long enough at this phase of the tide to
-take the longboat. I heard the bows ground in the sand, staved the
-dingey off the rudder of the big boat with my piggin, and freeing the
-painter, landed. The three muffled men, with the clumsiest movements,
-scrambled out upon the sand, and forthwith set to landing the cargo,
-assisted by the man on the beach. I was struck especially by the
-curious movements of the legs of the three swathed and bandaged
-boatmen,—not stiff they were, but distorted in some odd way, almost as
-if they were jointed in the wrong place. The dogs were still snarling,
-and strained at their chains after these men, as the white-haired man
-landed with them. The three big fellows spoke to one another in odd
-guttural tones, and the man who had waited for us on the beach began
-chattering to them excitedly—a foreign language, as I fancied—as they
-laid hands on some bales piled near the stern. Somewhere I had heard
-such a voice before, and I could not think where. The white-haired man
-stood, holding in a tumult of six dogs, and bawling orders over their
-din. Montgomery, having unshipped the rudder, landed likewise, and all
-set to work at unloading. I was too faint, what with my long fast and
-the sun beating down on my bare head, to offer any assistance.
-
-Presently the white-haired man seemed to recollect my presence, and
-came up to me.
-
-“You look,” said he, “as though you had scarcely breakfasted.” His
-little eyes were a brilliant black under his heavy brows. “I must
-apologise for that. Now you are our guest, we must make you
-comfortable,—though you are uninvited, you know.” He looked keenly into
-my face. “Montgomery says you are an educated man, Mr. Prendick; says
-you know something of science. May I ask what that signifies?”
-
-I told him I had spent some years at the Royal College of Science, and
-had done some researches in biology under Huxley. He raised his
-eyebrows slightly at that.
-
-“That alters the case a little, Mr. Prendick,” he said, with a trifle
-more respect in his manner. “As it happens, we are biologists here.
-This is a biological station—of a sort.” His eye rested on the men in
-white who were busily hauling the puma, on rollers, towards the walled
-yard. “I and Montgomery, at least,” he added. Then, “When you will be
-able to get away, I can’t say. We’re off the track to anywhere. We see
-a ship once in a twelve-month or so.”
-
-He left me abruptly, and went up the beach past this group, and I think
-entered the enclosure. The other two men were with Montgomery, erecting
-a pile of smaller packages on a low-wheeled truck. The llama was still
-on the launch with the rabbit hutches; the staghounds were still lashed
-to the thwarts. The pile of things completed, all three men laid hold
-of the truck and began shoving the ton-weight or so upon it after the
-puma. Presently Montgomery left them, and coming back to me held out
-his hand.
-
-“I’m glad,” said he, “for my own part. That captain was a silly ass.
-He’d have made things lively for you.”
-
-“It was you,” said I, “that saved me again.”
-
-“That depends. You’ll find this island an infernally rum place, I
-promise you. I’d watch my goings carefully, if I were you. \emph{He}—” He
-hesitated, and seemed to alter his mind about what was on his lips. “I
-wish you’d help me with these rabbits,” he said.
-
-His procedure with the rabbits was singular. I waded in with him, and
-helped him lug one of the hutches ashore. No sooner was that done than
-he opened the door of it, and tilting the thing on one end turned its
-living contents out on the ground. They fell in a struggling heap one
-on the top of the other. He clapped his hands, and forthwith they went
-off with that hopping run of theirs, fifteen or twenty of them I should
-think, up the beach.
-
-“Increase and multiply, my friends,” said Montgomery. “Replenish the
-island. Hitherto we’ve had a certain lack of meat here.”
-
-As I watched them disappearing, the white-haired man returned with a
-brandy-flask and some biscuits. “Something to go on with, Prendick,”
-said he, in a far more familiar tone than before. I made no ado, but
-set to work on the biscuits at once, while the white-haired man helped
-Montgomery to release about a score more of the rabbits. Three big
-hutches, however, went up to the house with the puma. The brandy I did
-not touch, for I have been an abstainer from my birth.
+\include{chapters/The evil looking boatmen}
 
 \chapter{THE LOCKED DOOR}
 \cleardoublepage
-The reader will perhaps understand that at first everything was so
-strange about me, and my position was the outcome of such unexpected
-adventures, that I had no discernment of the relative strangeness of
-this or that thing. I followed the llama up the beach, and was
-overtaken by Montgomery, who asked me not to enter the stone enclosure.
-I noticed then that the puma in its cage and the pile of packages had
-been placed outside the entrance to this quadrangle.
 
-I turned and saw that the launch had now been unloaded, run out again,
-and was being beached, and the white-haired man was walking towards us.
-He addressed Montgomery.
-
-“And now comes the problem of this uninvited guest. What are we to do
-with him?”
-
-“He knows something of science,” said Montgomery.
-
-“I’m itching to get to work again—with this new stuff,” said the
-white-haired man, nodding towards the enclosure. His eyes grew
-brighter.
-
-“I daresay you are,” said Montgomery, in anything but a cordial tone.
-
-“We can’t send him over there, and we can’t spare the time to build him
-a new shanty; and we certainly can’t take him into our confidence just
-yet.”
-
-“I’m in your hands,” said I. I had no idea of what he meant by “over
-there.”
-
-“I’ve been thinking of the same things,” Montgomery answered. “There’s
-my room with the outer door—”
-
-“That’s it,” said the elder man, promptly, looking at Montgomery; and
-all three of us went towards the enclosure. “I’m sorry to make a
-mystery, Mr. Prendick; but you’ll remember you’re uninvited. Our little
-establishment here contains a secret or so, is a kind of Blue-Beard’s
-chamber, in fact. Nothing very dreadful, really, to a sane man; but
-just now, as we don’t know you—”
-
-“Decidedly,” said I, “I should be a fool to take offence at any want of
-confidence.”
-
-He twisted his heavy mouth into a faint smile—he was one of those
-saturnine people who smile with the corners of the mouth down,—and
-bowed his acknowledgment of my complaisance. The main entrance to the
-enclosure was passed; it was a heavy wooden gate, framed in iron and
-locked, with the cargo of the launch piled outside it, and at the
-corner we came to a small doorway I had not previously observed. The
-white-haired man produced a bundle of keys from the pocket of his
-greasy blue jacket, opened this door, and entered. His keys, and the
-elaborate locking-up of the place even while it was still under his
-eye, struck me as peculiar. I followed him, and found myself in a small
-apartment, plainly but not uncomfortably furnished and with its inner
-door, which was slightly ajar, opening into a paved courtyard. This
-inner door Montgomery at once closed. A hammock was slung across the
-darker corner of the room, and a small unglazed window defended by an
-iron bar looked out towards the sea.
-
-This the white-haired man told me was to be my apartment; and the inner
-door, which “for fear of accidents,” he said, he would lock on the
-other side, was my limit inward. He called my attention to a convenient
-deck-chair before the window, and to an array of old books, chiefly, I
-found, surgical works and editions of the Latin and Greek classics
-(languages I cannot read with any comfort), on a shelf near the
-hammock. He left the room by the outer door, as if to avoid opening the
-inner one again.
-
-“We usually have our meals in here,” said Montgomery, and then, as if
-in doubt, went out after the other. “Moreau!” I heard him call, and for
-the moment I do not think I noticed. Then as I handled the books on the
-shelf it came up in consciousness: Where had I heard the name of Moreau
-before? I sat down before the window, took out the biscuits that still
-remained to me, and ate them with an excellent appetite. Moreau!
-
-Through the window I saw one of those unaccountable men in white,
-lugging a packing-case along the beach. Presently the window-frame hid
-him. Then I heard a key inserted and turned in the lock behind me.
-After a little while I heard through the locked door the noise of the
-staghounds, that had now been brought up from the beach. They were not
-barking, but sniffing and growling in a curious fashion. I could hear
-the rapid patter of their feet, and Montgomery’s voice soothing them.
-
-I was very much impressed by the elaborate secrecy of these two men
-regarding the contents of the place, and for some time I was thinking
-of that and of the unaccountable familiarity of the name of Moreau; but
-so odd is the human memory that I could not then recall that well-known
-name in its proper connection. From that my thoughts went to the
-indefinable queerness of the deformed man on the beach. I never saw
-such a gait, such odd motions as he pulled at the box. I recalled that
-none of these men had spoken to me, though most of them I had found
-looking at me at one time or another in a peculiarly furtive manner,
-quite unlike the frank stare of your unsophisticated savage. Indeed,
-they had all seemed remarkably taciturn, and when they did speak,
-endowed with very uncanny voices. What was wrong with them? Then I
-recalled the eyes of Montgomery’s ungainly attendant.
-
-Just as I was thinking of him he came in. He was now dressed in white,
-and carried a little tray with some coffee and boiled vegetables
-thereon. I could hardly repress a shuddering recoil as he came, bending
-amiably, and placed the tray before me on the table. Then astonishment
-paralysed me. Under his stringy black locks I saw his ear; it jumped
-upon me suddenly close to my face. The man had pointed ears, covered
-with a fine brown fur!
-
-“Your breakfast, sair,” he said.
-
-I stared at his face without attempting to answer him. He turned and
-went towards the door, regarding me oddly over his shoulder. I followed
-him out with my eyes; and as I did so, by some odd trick of unconscious
-cerebration, there came surging into my head the phrase, “The Moreau
-Hollows”—was it? “The Moreau—” Ah! It sent my memory back ten years.
-“The Moreau Horrors!” The phrase drifted loose in my mind for a moment,
-and then I saw it in red lettering on a little buff-coloured pamphlet,
-to read which made one shiver and creep. Then I remembered distinctly
-all about it. That long-forgotten pamphlet came back with startling
-vividness to my mind. I had been a mere lad then, and Moreau was, I
-suppose, about fifty,—a prominent and masterful physiologist,
-well-known in scientific circles for his extraordinary imagination and
-his brutal directness in discussion.
-
-Was this the same Moreau? He had published some very astonishing facts
-in connection with the transfusion of blood, and in addition was known
-to be doing valuable work on morbid growths. Then suddenly his career
-was closed. He had to leave England. A journalist obtained access to
-his laboratory in the capacity of laboratory-assistant, with the
-deliberate intention of making sensational exposures; and by the help
-of a shocking accident (if it was an accident), his gruesome pamphlet
-became notorious. On the day of its publication a wretched dog, flayed
-and otherwise mutilated, escaped from Moreau’s house. It was in the
-silly season, and a prominent editor, a cousin of the temporary
-laboratory-assistant, appealed to the conscience of the nation. It was
-not the first time that conscience has turned against the methods of
-research. The doctor was simply howled out of the country. It may be
-that he deserved to be; but I still think that the tepid support of his
-fellow-investigators and his desertion by the great body of scientific
-workers was a shameful thing. Yet some of his experiments, by the
-journalist’s account, were wantonly cruel. He might perhaps have
-purchased his social peace by abandoning his investigations; but he
-apparently preferred the latter, as most men would who have once fallen
-under the overmastering spell of research. He was unmarried, and had
-indeed nothing but his own interest to consider.
-
-I felt convinced that this must be the same man. Everything pointed to
-it. It dawned upon me to what end the puma and the other animals—which
-had now been brought with other luggage into the enclosure behind the
-house—were destined; and a curious faint odour, the halitus of
-something familiar, an odour that had been in the background of my
-consciousness hitherto, suddenly came forward into the forefront of my
-thoughts. It was the antiseptic odour of the dissecting-room. I heard
-the puma growling through the wall, and one of the dogs yelped as
-though it had been struck.
-
-Yet surely, and especially to another scientific man, there was nothing
-so horrible in vivisection as to account for this secrecy; and by some
-odd leap in my thoughts the pointed ears and luminous eyes of
-Montgomery’s attendant came back again before me with the sharpest
-definition. I stared before me out at the green sea, frothing under a
-freshening breeze, and let these and other strange memories of the last
-few days chase one another through my mind.
-
-What could it all mean? A locked enclosure on a lonely island, a
-notorious vivisector, and these crippled and distorted men?
+\include{chapters/Locked Door}
 
 \chapter{THE CRYING OF THE PUMA}
 \cleardoublepage
-Montgomery interrupted my tangle of mystification and suspicion about
-one o’clock, and his grotesque attendant followed him with a tray
-bearing bread, some herbs and other eatables, a flask of whiskey, a jug
-of water, and three glasses and knives. I glanced askance at this
-strange creature, and found him watching me with his queer, restless
-eyes. Montgomery said he would lunch with me, but that Moreau was too
-preoccupied with some work to come.
 
-“Moreau!” said I. “I know that name.”
-
-“The devil you do!” said he. “What an ass I was to mention it to you! I
-might have thought. Anyhow, it will give you an inkling of
-our—mysteries. Whiskey?”
-
-“No, thanks; I’m an abstainer.”
-
-“I wish I’d been. But it’s no use locking the door after the steed is
-stolen. It was that infernal stuff which led to my coming here,—that,
-and a foggy night. I thought myself in luck at the time, when Moreau
-offered to get me off. It’s queer—”
-
-“Montgomery,” said I, suddenly, as the outer door closed, “why has your
-man pointed ears?”
-
-“Damn!” he said, over his first mouthful of food. He stared at me for a
-moment, and then repeated, “Pointed ears?”
-
-“Little points to them,” said I, as calmly as possible, with a catch in
-my breath; “and a fine black fur at the edges?”
-
-He helped himself to whiskey and water with great deliberation. “I was
-under the impression—that his hair covered his ears.”
-
-“I saw them as he stooped by me to put that coffee you sent to me on
-the table. And his eyes shine in the dark.”
-
-By this time Montgomery had recovered from the surprise of my question.
-“I always thought,” he said deliberately, with a certain accentuation
-of his flavouring of lisp, “that there \emph{was} something the matter with
-his ears, from the way he covered them. What were they like?”
-
-I was persuaded from his manner that this ignorance was a pretence.
-Still, I could hardly tell the man that I thought him a liar.
-“Pointed,” I said; “rather small and furry,—distinctly furry. But the
-whole man is one of the strangest beings I ever set eyes on.”
-
-A sharp, hoarse cry of animal pain came from the enclosure behind us.
-Its depth and volume testified to the puma. I saw Montgomery wince.
-
-“Yes?” he said.
-
-“Where did you pick up the creature?”
-
-“San Francisco. He’s an ugly brute, I admit. Half-witted, you know.
-Can’t remember where he came from. But I’m used to him, you know. We
-both are. How does he strike you?”
-
-“He’s unnatural,” I said. “There’s something about him—don’t think me
-fanciful, but it gives me a nasty little sensation, a tightening of my
-muscles, when he comes near me. It’s a touch—of the diabolical, in
-fact.”
-
-Montgomery had stopped eating while I told him this. “Rum!” he said.
-“\emph{I} can’t see it.” He resumed his meal. “I had no idea of it,” he
-said, and masticated. “The crew of the schooner must have felt it the
-same. Made a dead set at the poor devil. You saw the captain?”
-
-Suddenly the puma howled again, this time more painfully. Montgomery
-swore under his breath. I had half a mind to attack him about the men
-on the beach. Then the poor brute within gave vent to a series of
-short, sharp cries.
-
-“Your men on the beach,” said I; “what race are they?”
-
-“Excellent fellows, aren’t they?” said he, absentmindedly, knitting his
-brows as the animal yelled out sharply.
-
-I said no more. There was another outcry worse than the former. He
-looked at me with his dull grey eyes, and then took some more whiskey.
-He tried to draw me into a discussion about alcohol, professing to have
-saved my life with it. He seemed anxious to lay stress on the fact that
-I owed my life to him. I answered him distractedly.
-
-Presently our meal came to an end; the misshapen monster with the
-pointed ears cleared the remains away, and Montgomery left me alone in
-the room again. All the time he had been in a state of ill-concealed
-irritation at the noise of the vivisected puma. He had spoken of his
-odd want of nerve, and left me to the obvious application.
-
-I found myself that the cries were singularly irritating, and they grew
-in depth and intensity as the afternoon wore on. They were painful at
-first, but their constant resurgence at last altogether upset my
-balance. I flung aside a crib of Horace I had been reading, and began
-to clench my fists, to bite my lips, and to pace the room. Presently I
-got to stopping my ears with my fingers.
-
-The emotional appeal of those yells grew upon me steadily, grew at last
-to such an exquisite expression of suffering that I could stand it in
-that confined room no longer. I stepped out of the door into the
-slumberous heat of the late afternoon, and walking past the main
-entrance—locked again, I noticed—turned the corner of the wall.
-
-The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the pain
-in the world had found a voice. Yet had I known such pain was in the
-next room, and had it been dumb, I believe—I have thought since—I could
-have stood it well enough. It is when suffering finds a voice and sets
-our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. But in spite of
-the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees waving in the
-soothing sea-breeze, the world was a confusion, blurred with drifting
-black and red phantasms, until I was out of earshot of the house in the
-chequered wall.
+\include{chapters/The Crying of the puma}
 
 \chapter{THE THING IN THE FOREST}
 \cleardoublepage
-I strode through the undergrowth that clothed the ridge behind the
-house, scarcely heeding whither I went; passed on through the shadow of
-a thick cluster of straight-stemmed trees beyond it, and so presently
-found myself some way on the other side of the ridge, and descending
-towards a streamlet that ran through a narrow valley. I paused and
-listened. The distance I had come, or the intervening masses of
-thicket, deadened any sound that might be coming from the enclosure.
-The air was still. Then with a rustle a rabbit emerged, and went
-scampering up the slope before me. I hesitated, and sat down in the
-edge of the shade.
 
-The place was a pleasant one. The rivulet was hidden by the luxuriant
-vegetation of the banks save at one point, where I caught a triangular
-patch of its glittering water. On the farther side I saw through a
-bluish haze a tangle of trees and creepers, and above these again the
-luminous blue of the sky. Here and there a splash of white or crimson
-marked the blooming of some trailing epiphyte. I let my eyes wander
-over this scene for a while, and then began to turn over in my mind
-again the strange peculiarities of Montgomery’s man. But it was too hot
-to think elaborately, and presently I fell into a tranquil state midway
-between dozing and waking.
+\include{chapters/The thing in the forest}
 
-From this I was aroused, after I know not how long, by a rustling
-amidst the greenery on the other side of the stream. For a moment I
-could see nothing but the waving summits of the ferns and reeds. Then
-suddenly upon the bank of the stream appeared something—at first I
-could not distinguish what it was. It bowed its round head to the
-water, and began to drink. Then I saw it was a man, going on all-fours
-like a beast. He was clothed in bluish cloth, and was of a
-copper-coloured hue, with black hair. It seemed that grotesque ugliness
-was an invariable character of these islanders. I could hear the suck
-of the water at his lips as he drank.
-
-I leant forward to see him better, and a piece of lava, detached by my
-hand, went pattering down the slope. He looked up guiltily, and his
-eyes met mine. Forthwith he scrambled to his feet, and stood wiping his
-clumsy hand across his mouth and regarding me. His legs were scarcely
-half the length of his body. So, staring one another out of
-countenance, we remained for perhaps the space of a minute. Then,
-stopping to look back once or twice, he slunk off among the bushes to
-the right of me, and I heard the swish of the fronds grow faint in the
-distance and die away. Long after he had disappeared, I remained
-sitting up staring in the direction of his retreat. My drowsy
-tranquillity had gone.
-
-I was startled by a noise behind me, and turning suddenly saw the
-flapping white tail of a rabbit vanishing up the slope. I jumped to my
-feet. The apparition of this grotesque, half-bestial creature had
-suddenly populated the stillness of the afternoon for me. I looked
-around me rather nervously, and regretted that I was unarmed. Then I
-thought that the man I had just seen had been clothed in bluish cloth,
-had not been naked as a savage would have been; and I tried to persuade
-myself from that fact that he was after all probably a peaceful
-character, that the dull ferocity of his countenance belied him.
-
-Yet I was greatly disturbed at the apparition. I walked to the left
-along the slope, turning my head about and peering this way and that
-among the straight stems of the trees. Why should a man go on all-fours
-and drink with his lips? Presently I heard an animal wailing again, and
-taking it to be the puma, I turned about and walked in a direction
-diametrically opposite to the sound. This led me down to the stream,
-across which I stepped and pushed my way up through the undergrowth
-beyond.
-
-I was startled by a great patch of vivid scarlet on the ground, and
-going up to it found it to be a peculiar fungus, branched and
-corrugated like a foliaceous lichen, but deliquescing into slime at the
-touch; and then in the shadow of some luxuriant ferns I came upon an
-unpleasant thing,—the dead body of a rabbit covered with shining flies,
-but still warm and with the head torn off. I stopped aghast at the
-sight of the scattered blood. Here at least was one visitor to the
-island disposed of! There were no traces of other violence about it. It
-looked as though it had been suddenly snatched up and killed; and as I
-stared at the little furry body came the difficulty of how the thing
-had been done. The vague dread that had been in my mind since I had
-seen the inhuman face of the man at the stream grew distincter as I
-stood there. I began to realise the hardihood of my expedition among
-these unknown people. The thicket about me became altered to my
-imagination. Every shadow became something more than a shadow,—became
-an ambush; every rustle became a threat. Invisible things seemed
-watching me. I resolved to go back to the enclosure on the beach. I
-suddenly turned away and thrust myself violently, possibly even
-frantically, through the bushes, anxious to get a clear space about me
-again.
-
-I stopped just in time to prevent myself emerging upon an open space.
-It was a kind of glade in the forest, made by a fall; seedlings were
-already starting up to struggle for the vacant space; and beyond, the
-dense growth of stems and twining vines and splashes of fungus and
-flowers closed in again. Before me, squatting together upon the fungoid
-ruins of a huge fallen tree and still unaware of my approach, were
-three grotesque human figures. One was evidently a female; the other
-two were men. They were naked, save for swathings of scarlet cloth
-about the middle; and their skins were of a dull pinkish-drab colour,
-such as I had seen in no savages before. They had fat, heavy, chinless
-faces, retreating foreheads, and a scant bristly hair upon their heads.
-I never saw such bestial-looking creatures.
-
-They were talking, or at least one of the men was talking to the other
-two, and all three had been too closely interested to heed the rustling
-of my approach. They swayed their heads and shoulders from side to
-side. The speaker’s words came thick and sloppy, and though I could
-hear them distinctly I could not distinguish what he said. He seemed to
-me to be reciting some complicated gibberish. Presently his
-articulation became shriller, and spreading his hands he rose to his
-feet. At that the others began to gibber in unison, also rising to
-their feet, spreading their hands and swaying their bodies in rhythm
-with their chant. I noticed then the abnormal shortness of their legs,
-and their lank, clumsy feet. All three began slowly to circle round,
-raising and stamping their feet and waving their arms; a kind of tune
-crept into their rhythmic recitation, and a refrain,—“Aloola,” or
-“Balloola,” it sounded like. Their eyes began to sparkle, and their
-ugly faces to brighten, with an expression of strange pleasure. Saliva
-dripped from their lipless mouths.
-
-Suddenly, as I watched their grotesque and unaccountable gestures, I
-perceived clearly for the first time what it was that had offended me,
-what had given me the two inconsistent and conflicting impressions of
-utter strangeness and yet of the strangest familiarity. The three
-creatures engaged in this mysterious rite were human in shape, and yet
-human beings with the strangest air about them of some familiar animal.
-Each of these creatures, despite its human form, its rag of clothing,
-and the rough humanity of its bodily form, had woven into it—into its
-movements, into the expression of its countenance, into its whole
-presence—some now irresistible suggestion of a hog, a swinish taint,
-the unmistakable mark of the beast.
-
-I stood overcome by this amazing realisation and then the most horrible
-questionings came rushing into my mind. They began leaping in the air,
-first one and then the other, whooping and grunting. Then one slipped,
-and for a moment was on all-fours,—to recover, indeed, forthwith. But
-that transitory gleam of the true animalism of these monsters was
-enough.
-
-I turned as noiselessly as possible, and becoming every now and then
-rigid with the fear of being discovered, as a branch cracked or a leaf
-rustled, I pushed back into the bushes. It was long before I grew
-bolder, and dared to move freely. My only idea for the moment was to
-get away from these foul beings, and I scarcely noticed that I had
-emerged upon a faint pathway amidst the trees. Then suddenly traversing
-a little glade, I saw with an unpleasant start two clumsy legs among
-the trees, walking with noiseless footsteps parallel with my course,
-and perhaps thirty yards away from me. The head and upper part of the
-body were hidden by a tangle of creeper. I stopped abruptly, hoping the
-creature did not see me. The feet stopped as I did. So nervous was I
-that I controlled an impulse to headlong flight with the utmost
-difficulty. Then looking hard, I distinguished through the interlacing
-network the head and body of the brute I had seen drinking. He moved
-his head. There was an emerald flash in his eyes as he glanced at me
-from the shadow of the trees, a half-luminous colour that vanished as
-he turned his head again. He was motionless for a moment, and then with
-a noiseless tread began running through the green confusion. In another
-moment he had vanished behind some bushes. I could not see him, but I
-felt that he had stopped and was watching me again.
-
-What on earth was he,—man or beast? What did he want with me? I had no
-weapon, not even a stick. Flight would be madness. At any rate the
-Thing, whatever it was, lacked the courage to attack me. Setting my
-teeth hard, I walked straight towards him. I was anxious not to show
-the fear that seemed chilling my backbone. I pushed through a tangle of
-tall white-flowered bushes, and saw him twenty paces beyond, looking
-over his shoulder at me and hesitating. I advanced a step or two,
-looking steadfastly into his eyes.
-
-“Who are you?” said I.
-
-He tried to meet my gaze. “No!” he said suddenly, and turning went
-bounding away from me through the undergrowth. Then he turned and
-stared at me again. His eyes shone brightly out of the dusk under the
-trees.
-
-My heart was in my mouth; but I felt my only chance was bluff, and
-walked steadily towards him. He turned again, and vanished into the
-dusk. Once more I thought I caught the glint of his eyes, and that was
-all.
-
-For the first time I realised how the lateness of the hour might affect
-me. The sun had set some minutes since, the swift dusk of the tropics
-was already fading out of the eastern sky, and a pioneer moth fluttered
-silently by my head. Unless I would spend the night among the unknown
-dangers of the mysterious forest, I must hasten back to the enclosure.
-The thought of a return to that pain-haunted refuge was extremely
-disagreeable, but still more so was the idea of being overtaken in the
-open by darkness and all that darkness might conceal. I gave one more
-look into the blue shadows that had swallowed up this odd creature, and
-then retraced my way down the slope towards the stream, going as I
-judged in the direction from which I had come.
-
-I walked eagerly, my mind confused with many things, and presently
-found myself in a level place among scattered trees. The colourless
-clearness that comes after the sunset flush was darkling; the blue sky
-above grew momentarily deeper, and the little stars one by one pierced
-the attenuated light; the interspaces of the trees, the gaps in the
-further vegetation, that had been hazy blue in the daylight, grew black
-and mysterious. I pushed on. The colour vanished from the world. The
-tree-tops rose against the luminous blue sky in inky silhouette, and
-all below that outline melted into one formless blackness. Presently
-the trees grew thinner, and the shrubby undergrowth more abundant. Then
-there was a desolate space covered with a white sand, and then another
-expanse of tangled bushes. I did not remember crossing the sand-opening
-before. I began to be tormented by a faint rustling upon my right hand.
-I thought at first it was fancy, for whenever I stopped there was
-silence, save for the evening breeze in the tree-tops. Then when I
-turned to hurry on again there was an echo to my footsteps.
-
-I turned away from the thickets, keeping to the more open ground, and
-endeavouring by sudden turns now and then to surprise something in the
-act of creeping upon me. I saw nothing, and nevertheless my sense of
-another presence grew steadily. I increased my pace, and after some
-time came to a slight ridge, crossed it, and turned sharply, regarding
-it steadfastly from the further side. It came out black and clear-cut
-against the darkling sky; and presently a shapeless lump heaved up
-momentarily against the sky-line and vanished again. I felt assured now
-that my tawny-faced antagonist was stalking me once more; and coupled
-with that was another unpleasant realisation, that I had lost my way.
-
-For a time I hurried on hopelessly perplexed, and pursued by that
-stealthy approach. Whatever it was, the Thing either lacked the courage
-to attack me, or it was waiting to take me at some disadvantage. I kept
-studiously to the open. At times I would turn and listen; and presently
-I had half persuaded myself that my pursuer had abandoned the chase, or
-was a mere creation of my disordered imagination. Then I heard the
-sound of the sea. I quickened my footsteps almost into a run, and
-immediately there was a stumble in my rear.
-
-I turned suddenly, and stared at the uncertain trees behind me. One
-black shadow seemed to leap into another. I listened, rigid, and heard
-nothing but the creep of the blood in my ears. I thought that my nerves
-were unstrung, and that my imagination was tricking me, and turned
-resolutely towards the sound of the sea again.
-
-In a minute or so the trees grew thinner, and I emerged upon a bare,
-low headland running out into the sombre water. The night was calm and
-clear, and the reflection of the growing multitude of the stars
-shivered in the tranquil heaving of the sea. Some way out, the wash
-upon an irregular band of reef shone with a pallid light of its own.
-Westward I saw the zodiacal light mingling with the yellow brilliance
-of the evening star. The coast fell away from me to the east, and
-westward it was hidden by the shoulder of the cape. Then I recalled the
-fact that Moreau’s beach lay to the west.
-
-A twig snapped behind me, and there was a rustle. I turned, and stood
-facing the dark trees. I could see nothing—or else I could see too
-much. Every dark form in the dimness had its ominous quality, its
-peculiar suggestion of alert watchfulness. So I stood for perhaps a
-minute, and then, with an eye to the trees still, turned westward to
-cross the headland; and as I moved, one among the lurking shadows moved
-to follow me.
-
-My heart beat quickly. Presently the broad sweep of a bay to the
-westward became visible, and I halted again. The noiseless shadow
-halted a dozen yards from me. A little point of light shone on the
-further bend of the curve, and the grey sweep of the sandy beach lay
-faint under the starlight. Perhaps two miles away was that little point
-of light. To get to the beach I should have to go through the trees
-where the shadows lurked, and down a bushy slope.
-
-I could see the Thing rather more distinctly now. It was no animal, for
-it stood erect. At that I opened my mouth to speak, and found a hoarse
-phlegm choked my voice. I tried again, and shouted, “Who is there?”
-There was no answer. I advanced a step. The Thing did not move, only
-gathered itself together. My foot struck a stone. That gave me an idea.
-Without taking my eyes off the black form before me, I stooped and
-picked up this lump of rock; but at my motion the Thing turned abruptly
-as a dog might have done, and slunk obliquely into the further
-darkness. Then I recalled a schoolboy expedient against big dogs, and
-twisted the rock into my handkerchief, and gave this a turn round my
-wrist. I heard a movement further off among the shadows, as if the
-Thing was in retreat. Then suddenly my tense excitement gave way; I
-broke into a profuse perspiration and fell a-trembling, with my
-adversary routed and this weapon in my hand.
-
-It was some time before I could summon resolution to go down through
-the trees and bushes upon the flank of the headland to the beach. At
-last I did it at a run; and as I emerged from the thicket upon the
-sand, I heard some other body come crashing after me. At that I
-completely lost my head with fear, and began running along the sand.
-Forthwith there came the swift patter of soft feet in pursuit. I gave a
-wild cry, and redoubled my pace. Some dim, black things about three or
-four times the size of rabbits went running or hopping up from the
-beach towards the bushes as I passed.
-
-So long as I live, I shall remember the terror of that chase. I ran
-near the water’s edge, and heard every now and then the splash of the
-feet that gained upon me. Far away, hopelessly far, was the yellow
-light. All the night about us was black and still. Splash, splash, came
-the pursuing feet, nearer and nearer. I felt my breath going, for I was
-quite out of training; it whooped as I drew it, and I felt a pain like
-a knife at my side. I perceived the Thing would come up with me long
-before I reached the enclosure, and, desperate and sobbing for my
-breath, I wheeled round upon it and struck at it as it came up to
-me,—struck with all my strength. The stone came out of the sling of the
-handkerchief as I did so. As I turned, the Thing, which had been
-running on all-fours, rose to its feet, and the missile fell fair on
-its left temple. The skull rang loud, and the animal-man blundered into
-me, thrust me back with its hands, and went staggering past me to fall
-headlong upon the sand with its face in the water; and there it lay
-still.
-
-I could not bring myself to approach that black heap. I left it there,
-with the water rippling round it, under the still stars, and giving it
-a wide berth pursued my way towards the yellow glow of the house; and
-presently, with a positive effect of relief, came the pitiful moaning
-of the puma, the sound that had originally driven me out to explore
-this mysterious island. At that, though I was faint and horribly
-fatigued, I gathered together all my strength, and began running again
-towards the light. I thought I heard a voice calling me.
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-As I drew near the house I saw that the light shone from the open door
-of my room; and then I heard coming from out of the darkness at the
-side of that orange oblong of light, the voice of Montgomery shouting,
-“Prendick!” I continued running. Presently I heard him again. I replied
-by a feeble “Hullo!” and in another moment had staggered up to him.
 
-“Where have you been?” said he, holding me at arm’s length, so that the
-light from the door fell on my face. “We have both been so busy that we
-forgot you until about half an hour ago.” He led me into the room and
-sat me down in the deck chair. For awhile I was blinded by the light.
-“We did not think you would start to explore this island of ours
-without telling us,” he said; and then, “I was afraid—But—what—Hullo!”
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-My last remaining strength slipped from me, and my head fell forward on
-my chest. I think he found a certain satisfaction in giving me brandy.
-
-“For God’s sake,” said I, “fasten that door.”
-
-“You’ve been meeting some of our curiosities, eh?” said he.
-
-He locked the door and turned to me again. He asked me no questions,
-but gave me some more brandy and water and pressed me to eat. I was in
-a state of collapse. He said something vague about his forgetting to
-warn me, and asked me briefly when I left the house and what I had
-seen.
-
-I answered him as briefly, in fragmentary sentences. “Tell me what it
-all means,” said I, in a state bordering on hysterics.
-
-“It’s nothing so very dreadful,” said he. “But I think you have had
-about enough for one day.” The puma suddenly gave a sharp yell of pain.
-At that he swore under his breath. “I’m damned,” said he, “if this
-place is not as bad as Gower Street, with its cats.”
-
-“Montgomery,” said I, “what was that thing that came after me? Was it a
-beast or was it a man?”
-
-“If you don’t sleep to-night,” he said, “you’ll be off your head
-to-morrow.”
-
-I stood up in front of him. “What was that thing that came after me?” I
-asked.
-
-He looked me squarely in the eyes, and twisted his mouth askew. His
-eyes, which had seemed animated a minute before, went dull. “From your
-account,” said he, “I’m thinking it was a bogle.”
-
-I felt a gust of intense irritation, which passed as quickly as it
-came. I flung myself into the chair again, and pressed my hands on my
-forehead. The puma began once more.
-
-Montgomery came round behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Look
-here, Prendick,” he said, “I had no business to let you drift out into
-this silly island of ours. But it’s not so bad as you feel, man. Your
-nerves are worked to rags. Let me give you something that will make you
-sleep. \emph{That}—will keep on for hours yet. You must simply get to sleep,
-or I won’t answer for it.”
-
-I did not reply. I bowed forward, and covered my face with my hands.
-Presently he returned with a small measure containing a dark liquid.
-This he gave me. I took it unresistingly, and he helped me into the
-hammock.
-
-When I awoke, it was broad day. For a little while I lay flat, staring
-at the roof above me. The rafters, I observed, were made out of the
-timbers of a ship. Then I turned my head, and saw a meal prepared for
-me on the table. I perceived that I was hungry, and prepared to clamber
-out of the hammock, which, very politely anticipating my intention,
-twisted round and deposited me upon all-fours on the floor.
-
-I got up and sat down before the food. I had a heavy feeling in my
-head, and only the vaguest memory at first of the things that had
-happened over night. The morning breeze blew very pleasantly through
-the unglazed window, and that and the food contributed to the sense of
-animal comfort which I experienced. Presently the door behind me—the
-door inward towards the yard of the enclosure—opened. I turned and saw
-Montgomery’s face.
-
-“All right,” said he. “I’m frightfully busy.” And he shut the door.
-
-Afterwards I discovered that he forgot to re-lock it. Then I recalled
-the expression of his face the previous night, and with that the memory
-of all I had experienced reconstructed itself before me. Even as that
-fear came back to me came a cry from within; but this time it was not
-the cry of a puma. I put down the mouthful that hesitated upon my lips,
-and listened. Silence, save for the whisper of the morning breeze. I
-began to think my ears had deceived me.
-
-After a long pause I resumed my meal, but with my ears still vigilant.
-Presently I heard something else, very faint and low. I sat as if
-frozen in my attitude. Though it was faint and low, it moved me more
-profoundly than all that I had hitherto heard of the abominations
-behind the wall. There was no mistake this time in the quality of the
-dim, broken sounds; no doubt at all of their source. For it was
-groaning, broken by sobs and gasps of anguish. It was no brute this
-time; it was a human being in torment!
-
-As I realised this I rose, and in three steps had crossed the room,
-seized the handle of the door into the yard, and flung it open before
-me.
-
-“Prendick, man! Stop!” cried Montgomery, intervening.
-
-A startled deerhound yelped and snarled. There was blood, I saw, in the
-sink,—brown, and some scarlet—and I smelt the peculiar smell of
-carbolic acid. Then through an open doorway beyond, in the dim light of
-the shadow, I saw something bound painfully upon a framework, scarred,
-red, and bandaged; and then blotting this out appeared the face of old
-Moreau, white and terrible. In a moment he had gripped me by the
-shoulder with a hand that was smeared red, had twisted me off my feet,
-and flung me headlong back into my own room. He lifted me as though I
-was a little child. I fell at full length upon the floor, and the door
-slammed and shut out the passionate intensity of his face. Then I heard
-the key turn in the lock, and Montgomery’s voice in expostulation.
-
-“Ruin the work of a lifetime,” I heard Moreau say.
-
-“He does not understand,” said Montgomery. and other things that were
-inaudible.
-
-“I can’t spare the time yet,” said Moreau.
-
-The rest I did not hear. I picked myself up and stood trembling, my
-mind a chaos of the most horrible misgivings. Could it be possible, I
-thought, that such a thing as the vivisection of men was carried on
-here? The question shot like lightning across a tumultuous sky; and
-suddenly the clouded horror of my mind condensed into a vivid
-realisation of my own danger.
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 It came before my mind with an unreasonable hope of escape that the