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"
Stop
!
"
cried
Moreau
as
I
strode
towards
this
,
and
then
,
"
Hold
him
!
"
At
that
,
first
one
face
turned
towards
me
and
then
others
.
Their
bestial
minds
were
happily
slow
.
I
dashed
my
shoulder
into
a
clumsy
monster
who
was
turning
to
see
what
Moreau
meant
,
and
flung
him
forward
into
another
.
I
felt
his
hands
fly
round
,
clutching
at
me
and
missing
me
.
The
little
pink
sloth-creature
dashed
at
me
,
and
I
gashed
down
its
ugly
face
with
the
nail
in
my
stick
and
in
another
minute
was
scrambling
up
a
steep
side
pathway
,
a
kind
of
sloping
chimney
,
out
of
the
ravine
.
I
heard
a
howl
behind
me
,
and
cries
of
"
Catch
him
!
"
"
Hold
him
!
"
and
the
grey-faced
creature
appeared
behind
me
and
jammed
his
huge
bulk
into
the
cleft
.
"
Go
on
!
go
on
!
"
they
howled
.
I
clambered
up
the
narrow
cleft
in
the
rock
and
came
out
upon
the
sulphur
on
the
westward
side
of
the
village
of
the
Beast
Men
.
That
gap
was
altogether
fortunate
for
me
,
for
the
narrow
chimney
,
slanting
obliquely
upward
,
must
have
impeded
the
nearer
pursuers
.
I
ran
over
the
white
space
and
down
a
steep
slope
,
through
a
scattered
growth
of
trees
,
and
came
to
a
low-lying
stretch
of
tall
reeds
,
through
which
I
pushed
into
a
dark
,
thick
undergrowth
that
black
and
succulent
under
foot
.
As
I
plunged
into
the
reeds
,
my
foremost
pursuers
emerged
from
the
gap
.
I
broke
my
way
through
this
undergrowth
for
some
minutes
.
The
air
behind
me
and
about
me
was
soon
full
of
threatening
cries
.
I
heard
the
tumult
of
my
pursuers
in
the
gap
up
the
slope
,
then
the
crashing
of
the
reeds
,
and
every
now
and
then
the
crackling
crash
of
a
branch
.
Some
of
the
creatures
roared
like
excited
beasts
of
prey
.
The
staghound
yelped
to
the
left
.
I
heard
Moreau
and
Montgomery
shouting
in
the
same
direction
.
I
turned
sharply
to
the
right
.
It
seemed
to
me
even
then
that
I
heard
Montgomery
shouting
for
me
to
run
for
my
life
.
Presently
the
ground
gave
rich
and
oozy
under
my
feet
;
but
I
was
desperate
and
went
headlong
into
it
,
struggled
through
kneedeep
,
and
so
came
to
a
winding
path
among
tall
canes
.
The
noise
of
my
pursuers
passed
away
to
my
left
.
In
one
place
three
strange
,
pink
,
hopping
animals
,
about
the
size
of
cats
,
bolted
before
my
footsteps
.
This
pathway
ran
up
hill
,
across
another
open
space
covered
with
white
incrustation
,
and
plunged
into
a
canebrake
again
.
Then
suddenly
it
turned
parallel
with
the
edge
of
a
steep-walled
gap
,
which
came
without
warning
,
like
the
ha-ha
of
an
English
park
,
--
turned
with
an
unexpected
abruptness
.
I
was
still
running
with
all
my
might
,
and
I
never
saw
this
drop
until
I
was
flying
headlong
through
the
air
.
I
fell
on
my
forearms
and
head
,
among
thorns
,
and
rose
with
a
torn
ear
and
bleeding
face
.
I
had
fallen
into
a
precipitous
ravine
,
rocky
and
thorny
,
full
of
a
hazy
mist
which
drifted
about
me
in
wisps
,
and
with
a
narrow
streamlet
from
which
this
mist
came
meandering
down
the
centre
.
I
was
astonished
at
this
thin
fog
in
the
full
blaze
of
daylight
;
but
I
had
no
time
to
stand
wondering
then
.
I
turned
to
my
right
,
down-stream
,
hoping
to
come
to
the
sea
in
that
direction
,
and
so
have
my
way
open
to
drown
myself
.
It
was
only
later
I
found
that
I
had
dropped
my
nailed
stick
in
my
fall
.
Presently
the
ravine
grew
narrower
for
a
space
,
and
carelessly
I
stepped
into
the
stream
.
I
jumped
out
again
pretty
quickly
,
for
the
water
was
almost
boiling
.
I
noticed
too
there
was
a
thin
sulphurous
scum
drifting
upon
its
coiling
water
.
Almost
immediately
came
a
turn
in
the
ravine
,
and
the
indistinct
blue
horizon
.
The
nearer
sea
was
flashing
the
sun
from
a
myriad
facets
I
saw
my
death
before
me
;
but
I
was
hot
and
panting
,
with
the
warm
blood
oozing
out
on
my
face
and
running
pleasantly
through
my
veins
.
I
felt
more
than
a
touch
of
exultation
too
,
at
having
distanced
my
pursuers
.
It
was
not
in
me
then
to
go
out
and
drown
myself
yet
.
I
stared
back
the
way
I
had
come
.
I
listened
.
Save
for
the
hum
of
the
gnats
and
the
chirp
of
some
small
insects
that
hopped
among
the
thorns
,
the
air
was
absolutely
still
.
Then
came
the
yelp
of
a
dog
,
very
faint
,
and
a
chattering
and
gibbering
,
the
snap
of
a
whip
,
and
voices
.
They
grew
louder
,
then
fainter
again
.
The
noise
receded
up
the
stream
and
faded
away
.
For
a
while
the
chase
was
over
;
but
I
knew
now
how
much
hope
of
help
for
me
lay
in
the
Beast
People
.
