Остров доктора Моро
How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.
"Hehasgoneonall-foursthroughthis,"pantedMoreau,nowjustaheadofme.
"Noneescape,"saidtheWolf-bear,laughingintomyfacewiththeexultationofhunting.Weburstoutagainamongrocks,andsawthequarryaheadrunninglightlyonall-foursandsnarlingatusoverhisshoulder.AtthattheWolfFolkhowledwithdelight.TheThingwasstillclothed,andatadistanceitsfacestillseemedhuman;butthecarriageofitsfourlimbswasfeline,andthefurtivedroopofitsshoulderwasdistinctlythatofahuntedanimal.Itleaptoversomethornyyellow-floweringbushes,andwashidden.M’lingwashalfwayacrossthespace.
Mostofusnowhadlostthefirstspeedofthechase,andhadfallenintoalongerandsteadierstride.Isawaswetraversedtheopenthatthepursuitwasnowspreadingfromacolumnintoaline.TheHyena-swinestillranclosetome,watchingmeasitran,everynowandthenpuckeringitsmuzzlewithasnarlinglaugh.AttheedgeoftherockstheLeopard-man,realisingthathewasmakingfortheprojectingcapeuponwhichhehadstalkedmeonthenightofmyarrival,haddoubledintheundergrowth;butMontgomeryhadseenthemanoeuvre,andturnedhimagain.So,panting,tumblingagainstrocks,tornbybrambles,impededbyfernsandreeds,IhelpedtopursuetheLeopard-manwhohadbrokentheLaw,andtheHyena-swineran,laughingsavagely,bymyside.
