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I
was
perhaps
a
dozen
seconds
collecting
myself
.
Then
cried
I
,
"
Salute
!
Bow
down
!
"
His
teeth
flashed
upon
me
in
a
snarl
.
"
Who
are
you
that
I
should
--
"
Perhaps
a
little
too
spasmodically
I
drew
my
revolver
,
aimed
quickly
and
fired
.
I
heard
him
yelp
,
saw
him
run
sideways
and
turn
,
knew
I
had
missed
,
and
clicked
back
the
cock
with
my
thumb
for
the
next
shot
.
But
he
was
already
running
headlong
,
jumping
from
side
to
side
,
and
I
dared
not
risk
another
miss
.
Every
now
and
then
he
looked
back
at
me
over
his
shoulder
.
He
went
slanting
along
the
beach
,
and
vanished
beneath
the
driving
masses
of
dense
smoke
that
were
still
pouring
out
from
the
burning
enclosure
.
For
some
time
I
stood
staring
after
him
.
I
turned
to
my
three
obedient
Beast
Folk
again
and
signalled
them
to
drop
the
body
they
still
carried
.
Then
I
went
back
to
the
place
by
the
fire
where
the
bodies
had
fallen
and
kicked
the
sand
until
all
the
brown
blood-stains
were
absorbed
and
hidden
.
I
dismissed
my
three
serfs
with
a
wave
of
the
hand
,
and
went
up
the
beach
into
the
thickets
.
I
carried
my
pistol
in
my
hand
,
my
whip
thrust
with
the
hatchets
in
the
sling
of
my
arm
.
I
was
anxious
to
be
alone
,
to
think
out
the
position
in
which
I
was
now
placed
.
A
dreadful
thing
that
I
was
only
beginning
to
realise
was
,
that
over
all
this
island
there
was
now
no
safe
place
where
I
could
be
alone
and
secure
to
rest
or
sleep
.
I
had
recovered
strength
amazingly
since
my
landing
,
but
I
was
still
inclined
to
be
nervous
and
to
break
down
under
any
great
stress
.
I
felt
that
I
ought
to
cross
the
island
and
establish
myself
with
the
Beast
People
,
and
make
myself
secure
in
their
confidence
.
But
my
heart
failed
me
.
I
went
back
to
the
beach
,
and
turning
eastward
past
the
burning
enclosure
,
made
for
a
point
where
a
shallow
spit
of
coral
sand
ran
out
towards
the
reef
.
Here
I
could
sit
down
and
think
,
my
back
to
the
sea
and
my
face
against
any
surprise
.
And
there
I
sat
,
chin
on
knees
,
the
sun
beating
down
upon
my
head
and
unspeakable
dread
in
my
mind
,
plotting
how
I
could
live
on
against
the
hour
of
my
rescue
(
if
ever
rescue
came
)
.
I
tried
to
review
the
whole
situation
as
calmly
as
I
could
,
but
it
was
difficult
to
clear
the
thing
of
emotion
.
I
began
turning
over
in
my
mind
the
reason
of
Montgomery
's
despair
.
"
They
will
change
,
"
he
said
;
"
they
are
sure
to
change
.
"
And
Moreau
,
what
was
it
that
Moreau
had
said
?
"
The
stubborn
beast-flesh
grows
day
by
day
back
again
.
"
Then
I
came
round
to
the
Hyena-swine
.
I
felt
sure
that
if
I
did
not
kill
that
brute
,
he
would
kill
me
.
The
Sayer
of
the
Law
was
dead
:
worse
luck
.
They
knew
now
that
we
of
the
Whips
could
be
killed
even
as
they
themselves
were
killed
.
Were
they
peering
at
me
already
out
of
the
green
masses
of
ferns
and
palms
over
yonder
,
watching
until
I
came
within
their
spring
?
Were
they
plotting
against
me
?
What
was
the
Hyena-swine
telling
them
?
My
imagination
was
running
away
with
me
into
a
morass
of
unsubstantial
fears
.
My
thoughts
were
disturbed
by
a
crying
of
sea-birds
hurrying
towards
some
black
object
that
had
been
stranded
by
the
waves
on
the
beach
near
the
enclosure
.
I
knew
what
that
object
was
,
but
I
had
not
the
heart
to
go
back
and
drive
them
off
.
I
began
walking
along
the
beach
in
the
opposite
direction
,
designing
to
come
round
the
eastward
corner
of
the
island
and
so
approach
the
ravine
of
the
huts
,
without
traversing
the
possible
ambuscades
of
the
thickets
.
Perhaps
half
a
mile
along
the
beach
I
became
aware
of
one
of
my
three
Beast
Folk
advancing
out
of
the
landward
bushes
towards
me
.
I
was
now
so
nervous
with
my
own
imaginings
that
I
immediately
drew
my
revolver
.
Even
the
propitiatory
gestures
of
the
creature
failed
to
disarm
me
.
He
hesitated
as
he
approached
.
"
Go
away
!
"
cried
I.
