Острів доктора Моро
Montgomery’s “Bank Holiday.”
Thehopelessnessofsavinganyofthecontentsoftheenclosurestaredmeintheface.Mymindcamebacktomyplanofflight,andturningswiftlyIlookedtoseewherethetwoboatslayuponthebeach.Theyweregone!Twoaxeslayuponthesandsbesideme;chipsandsplinterswerescatteredbroadcast,andtheashesofthebonfirewereblackeningandsmokingunderthedawn.Montgomeryhadburnttheboatstorevengehimselfuponmeandpreventourreturntomankind!
Asuddenconvulsionofrageshookme.Iwasalmostmovedtobatterhisfoolishheadin,ashelaytherehelplessatmyfeet.Thensuddenlyhishandmoved,sofeebly,sopitifully,thatmywrathvanished.Hegroaned,andopenedhiseyesforaminute.Ikneltdownbesidehimandraisedhishead.Heopenedhiseyesagain,staringsilentlyatthedawn,andthentheymetmine.Thelidsfell.
"Sorry,"hesaidpresently,withaneffort.Heseemedtryingtothink."Thelast,"hemurmured,"thelastofthissillyuniverse.Whatamess—"
Ilistened.Hisheadfellhelplesslytooneside.Ithoughtsomedrinkmightrevivehim;buttherewasneitherdrinknorvesselinwhichtobringdrinkathand.Heseemedsuddenlyheavier.Myheartwentcold.Ibentdowntohisface,putmyhandthroughtherentinhisblouse
