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It
was
about
seven
or
eight
weeks
after
my
landing
,
--
rather
more
,
I
think
,
though
I
had
not
troubled
to
keep
account
of
the
time
,
--
when
this
catastrophe
occurred
.
It
happened
in
the
early
morning
--
I
should
think
about
six
.
I
had
risen
and
breakfasted
early
,
having
been
aroused
by
the
noise
of
three
Beast
Men
carrying
wood
into
the
enclosure
.
After
breakfast
I
went
to
the
open
gateway
of
the
enclosure
,
and
stood
there
smoking
a
cigarette
and
enjoying
the
freshness
of
the
early
morning
.
Moreau
presently
came
round
the
corner
of
the
enclosure
and
greeted
me
.
He
passed
by
me
,
and
I
heard
him
behind
me
unlock
and
enter
his
laboratory
.
So
indurated
was
I
at
that
time
to
the
abomination
of
the
place
,
that
I
heard
without
a
touch
of
emotion
the
puma
victim
begin
another
day
of
torture
.
It
met
its
persecutor
with
a
shriek
,
almost
exactly
like
that
of
an
angry
virago
.
Then
suddenly
something
happened
,
--
I
do
not
know
what
,
to
this
day
.
I
heard
a
short
,
sharp
cry
behind
me
,
a
fall
,
and
turning
saw
an
awful
face
rushing
upon
me
,
--
not
human
,
not
animal
,
but
hellish
,
brown
,
seamed
with
red
branching
scars
,
red
drops
starting
out
upon
it
,
and
the
lidless
eyes
ablaze
.
I
threw
up
my
arm
to
defend
myself
from
the
blow
that
flung
me
headlong
with
a
broken
forearm
;
and
the
great
monster
,
swathed
in
lint
and
with
red-stained
bandages
fluttering
about
it
,
leapt
over
me
and
passed
.
I
rolled
over
and
over
down
the
beach
,
tried
to
sit
up
,
and
collapsed
upon
my
broken
arm
.
Then
Moreau
appeared
,
his
massive
white
face
all
the
more
terrible
for
the
blood
that
trickled
from
his
forehead
.
He
carried
a
revolver
in
one
hand
.
He
scarcely
glanced
at
me
,
but
rushed
off
at
once
in
pursuit
of
the
puma
.
I
tried
the
other
arm
and
sat
up
.
The
muffled
figure
in
front
ran
in
great
striding
leaps
along
the
beach
,
and
Moreau
followed
her
.
She
turned
her
head
and
saw
him
,
then
doubling
abruptly
made
for
the
bushes
.
She
gained
upon
him
at
every
stride
.
I
saw
her
plunge
into
them
,
and
Moreau
,
running
slantingly
to
intercept
her
,
fired
and
missed
as
she
disappeared
.
Then
he
too
vanished
in
the
green
confusion
.
I
stared
after
them
,
and
then
the
pain
in
my
arm
flamed
up
,
and
with
a
groan
I
staggered
to
my
feet
.
Montgomery
appeared
in
the
doorway
,
dressed
,
and
with
his
revolver
in
his
hand
.
"
Great
God
,
Prendick
!
"
he
said
,
not
noticing
that
I
was
hurt
,
"
that
brute
's
loose
!
Tore
the
fetter
out
of
the
wall
!
Have
you
seen
them
?
"
Then
sharply
,
seeing
I
gripped
my
arm
,
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
I
was
standing
in
the
doorway
,
"
said
I.
He
came
forward
and
took
my
arm
.
"
Blood
on
the
sleeve
,
"
said
he
,
and
rolled
back
the
flannel
.
He
pocketed
his
weapon
,
felt
my
arm
about
painfully
,
and
led
me
inside
.
"
Your
arm
is
broken
,
"
he
said
,
and
then
,
"
Tell
me
exactly
how
it
happened
--
what
happened
?
"
I
told
him
what
I
had
seen
;
told
him
in
broken
sentences
,
with
gasps
of
pain
between
them
,
and
very
dexterously
and
swiftly
he
bound
my
arm
meanwhile
.
He
slung
it
from
my
shoulder
,
stood
back
and
looked
at
me
.
