Остров доктора Моро
The Hunting of the Man.
Hecamedownwithatwistingjump,andstoodfacingme.
"Isay,"saidI,"wherecanIgetsomethingtoeat?"
"Eat!"hesaid."EatMan’sfood,now."Andhiseyewentbacktotheswingofropes."Atthehuts."
"Butwherearethehuts?"
"Oh!"
"I’mnew,youknow."
Atthatheswunground,andsetoffataquickwalk.Allhismotionswerecuriouslyrapid."Comealong,"saidhe.
Iwentwithhimtoseetheadventureout.IguessedthehutsweresomeroughshelterwhereheandsomemoreoftheseBeastPeoplelived.Imightperhapsfindthemfriendly,findsomehandleintheirmindstotakeholdof.Ididnotknowhowfartheyhadforgottentheirhumanheritage.
Myape-likecompaniontrottedalongbymyside,withhishandshangingdownandhisjawthrustforward.Iwonderedwhatmemoryhemighthaveinhim."Howlonghaveyoubeenonthisisland?"saidI.
"Howlong?"heasked;andafterhavingthequestionrepeated,heheldupthreefingers.
Thecreaturewaslittlebetterthananidiot.Itriedtomakeoutwhathemeantbythat,anditseemsIboredhim.Afteranotherquestionortwohesuddenlyleftmysideandwentleapingatsomefruitthathungfromatree.Hepulleddownahandfulofpricklyhusksandwentoneatingthecontents.Inotedthiswithsatisfaction,forhereatleastwasahintforfeeding