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And
with
these
six
creatures
guiding
us
,
we
went
through
the
tumult
of
ferns
and
creepers
and
tree-stems
towards
the
northwest
.
Then
came
a
yelling
,
a
crashing
among
the
branches
,
and
a
little
pink
homunculus
rushed
by
us
shrieking
.
Immediately
after
appeared
a
monster
in
headlong
pursuit
,
blood-bedabbled
,
who
was
amongst
us
almost
before
he
could
stop
his
career
.
The
grey
Thing
leapt
aside
.
M'ling
,
with
a
snarl
,
flew
at
it
,
and
was
struck
aside
.
Montgomery
fired
and
missed
,
bowed
his
head
,
threw
up
his
arm
,
and
turned
to
run
.
I
fired
,
and
the
Thing
still
came
on
;
fired
again
,
point-blank
,
into
its
ugly
face
.
I
saw
its
features
vanish
in
a
flash
:
its
face
was
driven
in
.
Yet
it
passed
me
,
gripped
Montgomery
,
and
holding
him
,
fell
headlong
beside
him
and
pulled
him
sprawling
upon
itself
in
its
death-agony
.
I
found
myself
alone
with
M'ling
,
the
dead
brute
,
and
the
prostrate
man
.
Montgomery
raised
himself
slowly
and
stared
in
a
muddled
way
at
the
shattered
Beast
Man
beside
him
.
It
more
than
half
sobered
him
.
He
scrambled
to
his
feet
.
Then
I
saw
the
grey
Thing
returning
cautiously
through
the
trees
"
See
,
"
said
I
,
pointing
to
the
dead
brute
,
"
is
the
Law
not
alive
?
This
came
of
breaking
the
Law
.
"
He
peered
at
the
body
.
"
He
sends
the
Fire
that
kills
,
"
said
he
,
in
his
deep
voice
,
repeating
part
of
the
Ritual
.
The
others
gathered
round
and
stared
for
a
space
.
At
last
we
drew
near
the
westward
extremity
of
the
island
.
We
came
upon
the
gnawed
and
mutilated
body
of
the
puma
,
its
shoulder-bone
smashed
by
a
bullet
,
and
perhaps
twenty
yards
farther
found
at
last
what
we
sought
.
Moreau
lay
face
downward
in
a
trampled
space
in
a
canebrake
.
One
hand
was
almost
severed
at
the
wrist
and
his
silvery
hair
was
dabbled
in
blood
.
His
head
had
been
battered
in
by
the
fetters
of
the
puma
.
The
broken
canes
beneath
him
were
smeared
with
blood
.
His
revolver
we
could
not
find
.
Montgomery
turned
him
over
.
Resting
at
intervals
,
and
with
the
help
of
the
seven
Beast
People
(
for
he
was
a
heavy
man
)
,
we
carried
Moreau
back
to
the
enclosure
.
The
night
was
darkling
.
Twice
we
heard
unseen
creatures
howling
and
shrieking
past
our
little
band
,
and
once
the
little
pink
sloth-creature
appeared
and
stared
at
us
,
and
vanished
again
.
But
we
were
not
attacked
again
.
At
the
gates
of
the
enclosure
our
company
of
Beast
People
left
us
,
M'ling
going
with
the
rest
.
We
locked
ourselves
in
,
and
then
took
Moreau
's
mangled
body
into
the
yard
and
laid
it
upon
a
pile
of
brushwood
.
Then
we
went
into
the
laboratory
and
put
an
end
to
all
we
found
living
there
.
When
this
was
accomplished
,
and
we
had
washed
and
eaten
,
Montgomery
and
I
went
into
my
little
room
and
seriously
discussed
our
position
for
the
first
time
.
It
was
then
near
midnight
.
He
was
almost
sober
,
but
greatly
disturbed
in
his
mind
.
He
had
been
strangely
under
the
influence
of
Moreau
's
personality
:
I
do
not
think
it
had
ever
occurred
to
him
that
Moreau
could
die
.
This
disaster
was
the
sudden
collapse
of
the
habits
that
had
become
part
of
his
nature
in
the
ten
or
more
monotonous
years
he
had
spent
on
the
island
.
He
talked
vaguely
,
answered
my
questions
crookedly
,
wandered
into
general
questions
.
"
This
silly
ass
of
a
world
,
"
he
said
;
"
what
a
muddle
it
all
is
!
I
have
n't
had
any
life
.
I
wonder
when
it
's
going
to
begin
.
Sixteen
years
being
bullied
by
nurses
and
schoolmasters
at
their
own
sweet
will
;
five
in
London
grinding
hard
at
medicine
,
bad
food
,
shabby
lodgings
,
shabby
clothes
,
shabby
vice
,
a
blunder
,
--
I
did
n't
know
any
better
,
--
and
hustled
off
to
this
beastly
island
.
Ten
years
here
!
What
's
it
all
for
,
Prendick
?
Are
we
bubbles
blown
by
a
baby
?
"
It
was
hard
to
deal
with
such
ravings
.
"
The
thing
we
have
to
think
of
now
,
"
said
I
,
"
is
how
to
get
away
from
this
island
.
"
"
What
's
the
good
of
getting
away
?
I
'm
an
outcast
.
Where
am
I
to
join
on
?
It
's
all
very
well
for
you
,
Prendick
.
Poor
old
Moreau
!
We
ca
n't
leave
him
here
to
have
his
bones
picked
.
As
it
is
--
And
besides
,
what
will
become
of
the
decent
part
of
the
Beast
Folk
?
"
