Острів доктора Моро
How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.
"WhobreakstheLaw—"saidMoreau,takinghiseyesoffhisvictim,andturningtowardsus(itseemedtometherewasatouchofexultationinhisvoice).
"GoesbacktotheHouseofPain,"theyallclamoured,—"goesbacktotheHouseofPain,OMaster!"
"BacktotheHouseofPain,—backtotheHouseofPain,"gabbledtheApe-man,asthoughtheideawassweettohim.
"Doyouhear?"saidMoreau,turningbacktothecriminal,"myfriend—Hullo!"
FortheLeopard-man,releasedfromMoreau’seye,hadrisenstraightfromhisknees,andnow,witheyesaflameandhishugefelinetusksflashingoutfromunderhiscurlinglips,leapttowardshistormentor.Iamconvincedthatonlythemadnessofunendurablefearcouldhavepromptedthisattack.Thewholecircleofthreescoremonstersseemedtoriseaboutus.Idrewmyrevolver.Thetwofigurescollided.IsawMoreaureelingbackfromtheLeopard-man’sblow.Therewasafuriousyellingandhowlingallaboutus.Everyonewasmovingrapidly.ForamomentIthoughtitwasageneralrevolt.ThefuriousfaceoftheLeopard-manflashedbymine,withM’lingcloseinpursuit.IsawtheyelloweyesoftheHyena-swineblazingwithexcitement,hisattitudeasifhewerehalfresolvedtoattackme.TheSatyr,too,glaredatmeovertheHyena-swine’shunchedshoulders.IheardthecrackofMoreau’spistol,andsawthepinkflashdartacrossthetumult.
