Острів доктора Моро
The Man Who Had Nowhere to Go.
"Hullo!"saidhe,stupidly;andthenwithalightcomingintohiseyes,"Why,it’sMister—Mister?"
"Prendick,"saidI.
"Pendickbedamned!"saidhe."Shut-up,—that’syourname.MisterShut-up."
Itwasnogoodansweringthebrute;butIcertainlydidnotexpecthisnextmove.HeheldouthishandtothegangwaybywhichMontgomerystoodtalkingtoamassivegrey-hairedmanindirty-blueflannels,whohadapparentlyjustcomeaboard.
"Thatway,MisterBlastedShut-up!thatway!"roaredthecaptain.
Montgomeryandhiscompanionturnedashespoke.
"Whatdoyoumean?"Isaid.
"Thatway,MisterBlastedShut-up,—that’swhatImean!Overboard,MisterShut-up,—andsharp!We’recleaningtheshipout,—cleaningthewholeblessedshipout;andoverboardyougo!"
Istaredathimdumfounded.ThenitoccurredtomethatitwasexactlythethingIwanted.Thelostprospectofajourneyassolepassengerwiththisquarrelsomesotwasnotonetomournover.IturnedtowardsMontgomery.
"Can’thaveyou,"saidMontgomery’scompanion,concisely.
"Youcan’thaveme!"saidI,aghast.HehadthesquarestandmostresolutefaceIeverseteyesupon.
"Lookhere,"Ibegan,turningtothecaptain.
"Overboard!"saidthecaptain.
