Остров доктора Моро
The Evil-Looking Boatmen.
Montgomery,havingunshippedtherudder,landedlikewise,andallsettoworkatunloading.Iwastoofaint,whatwithmylongfastandthesunbeatingdownonmybarehead,toofferanyassistance.
Presentlythewhite-hairedmanseemedtorecollectmypresence,andcameuptome.
"Youlook,"saidhe,"asthoughyouhadscarcelybreakfasted."Hislittleeyeswereabrilliantblackunderhisheavybrows."Imustapologiseforthat.Nowyouareourguest,wemustmakeyoucomfortable,—thoughyouareuninvited,youknow."Helookedkeenlyintomyface."Montgomerysaysyouareaneducatedman,Mr.Prendick;saysyouknowsomethingofscience.MayIaskwhatthatsignifies?"
ItoldhimIhadspentsomeyearsattheRoyalCollegeofScience,andhaddonesomeresearchesinbiologyunderHuxley.Heraisedhiseyebrowsslightlyatthat.
"Thataltersthecasealittle,Mr.Prendick,"hesaid,withatriflemorerespectinhismanner."Asithappens,wearebiologistshere.Thisisabiologicalstation—ofasort."Hiseyerestedonthemeninwhitewhowerebusilyhaulingthepuma,onrollers,towardsthewalledyard."IandMontgomery,atleast,"headded.Then,"Whenyouwillbeabletogetaway,Ican’tsay.We’reoffthetracktoanywhere.Weseeashiponceinatwelve-monthorso."
Heleftmeabruptly,andwentupthebeachpastthisgroup,andIthinkenteredtheenclosure.
