Остров доктора Моро
The Evil-Looking Boatmen.
TheothertwomenwerewithMontgomery,erectingapileofsmallerpackagesonalow-wheeledtruck.Thellamawasstillonthelaunchwiththerabbithutches;thestaghoundswerestilllashedtothethwarts.Thepileofthingscompleted,allthreemenlaidholdofthetruckandbeganshovingtheton-weightorsouponitafterthepuma.PresentlyMontgomeryleftthem,andcomingbacktomeheldouthishand.
"I’mglad,"saidhe,"formyownpart.Thatcaptainwasasillyass.He’dhavemadethingslivelyforyou."
"ltwasyou,"saidI,"thatsavedmeagain".
"Thatdepends.You’llfindthisislandaninfernallyrumplace,Ipromiseyou.I’dwatchmygoingscarefully,ifIwereyou.He—"Hehesitated,andseemedtoalterhismindaboutwhatwasonhislips."Iwishyou’dhelpmewiththeserabbits,"hesaid.
Hisprocedurewiththerabbitswassingular.Iwadedinwithhim,andhelpedhimlugoneofthehutchesashore.Nosoonerwasthatdonethanheopenedthedoorofit,andtiltingthethingononeendturneditslivingcontentsoutontheground.Theyfellinastrugglingheaponeonthetopoftheother.Heclappedhishands,andforthwiththeywentoffwiththathoppingrunoftheirs,fifteenortwentyofthemIshouldthink,upthebeach.
"Increaseandmultiply,myfriends,"saidMontgomery."Replenishtheisland.Hithertowe’vehadacertainlackofmeathere
