Острів доктора Моро
Alone with the Beast Folk.
Towardsnooncertainofthemcameandsquattedbaskinginthehotsand.Theimperiousvoicesofhungerandthirstprevailedovermydread.Icameoutofthebushes,and,revolverinhand,walkeddowntowardstheseseatedfigures.One,aWolf-woman,turnedherheadandstaredatme,andthentheothers.Noneattemptedtoriseorsaluteme.Ifelttoofaintandwearytoinsist,andIletthemomentpass.
"Iwantfood,"saidI,almostapologetically,anddrawingnear.
"Thereisfoodinthehuts,"saidanOx-boar-man,drowsily,andlookingawayfromme.
Ipassedthem,andwentdownintotheshadowandodoursofthealmostdesertedravine.InanemptyhutIfeastedonsomespeckedandhalf-decayedfruit;andthenafterIhadproppedsomebranchesandsticksabouttheopening,andplacedmyselfwithmyfacetowardsitandmyhanduponmyrevolver,theexhaustionofthelastthirtyhoursclaimeditsown,andIfellintoalightslumber,hopingthattheflimsybarricadeIhaderectedwouldcausesufficientnoiseinitsremovaltosavemefromsurprise.
