Остров доктора Моро
The Finding of Moreau.
"Heisnotdead;heisnotdead,"jabberedanother.
"Wesaw,wesaw,"saidseveralvoices.
"Hullo!"suddenlyshoutedMontgomery,"Hullo,there!"
"Confoundyou!"saidI,andgrippedmypistol.
Therewasasilence,thenacrashingamongtheinterlacingvegetation,firsthere,thenthere,andthenhalf-a-dozenfacesappeared,—strangefaces,litbyastrangelight.M’lingmadeagrowlingnoiseinhisthroat.IrecognisedtheApe-man:Ihadindeedalreadyidentifiedhisvoice,andtwoofthewhite-swathedbrown-featuredcreaturesIhadseeninMontgomery’sboat.Withthesewerethetwodappledbrutesandthatgrey,horriblycrookedcreaturewhosaidtheLaw,withgreyhairstreamingdownitscheeks,heavygreyeyebrows,andgreylockspouringofffromacentralpartinguponitsslopingforehead,—aheavy,facelessthing,withstrangeredeyes,lookingatuscuriouslyfromamidstthegreen.
Foraspacenoonespoke.ThenMontgomeryhiccoughed,"Who—saidhewasdead?"
TheMonkey-manlookedguiltilyatthehairy-greyThing."Heisdead,"saidthismonster."Theysaw."
Therewasnothingthreateningaboutthisdetachment,atanyrate.Theyseemedawestrickenandpuzzled.
"Whereishe?"saidMontgomery.
"Beyond,"andthegreycreaturepointed.
"IsthereaLawnow?"askedtheMonkey-man.