Острів доктора Моро
The Hunting of the Man.
"Prendick,man!"Iheardhisastonishedcry,"don’tbeasillyass,man!"
Anotherminute,thoughtI,andhewouldhavehadmelockedin,andasreadyasahospitalrabbitformyfate.Heemergedbehindthecorner,forIheardhimshout,"Prendick!"Thenhebegantorunafterme,shoutingthingsasheran.Thistimerunningblindly,Iwentnortheastwardinadirectionatrightanglestomypreviousexpedition.Once,asIwentrunningheadlongupthebeach,Iglancedovermyshoulderandsawhisattendantwithhim.Iranfuriouslyuptheslope,overit,thenturningeastwardalongarockyvalleyfringedoneithersidewithjungleIranforperhapsamilealtogether,mycheststraining,myheartbeatinginmyears;andthenhearingnothingofMontgomeryorhisman,andfeelinguponthevergeofexhaustion,IdoubledsharplybacktowardsthebeachasIjudged,andlaydownintheshelterofacanebrake.ThereIremainedforalongtime,toofearfultomove,andindeedtoofearfuleventoplanacourseofaction.Thewildsceneaboutmelaysleepingsilentlyunderthesun,andtheonlysoundnearmewasthethinhumofsomesmallgnatsthathaddiscoveredme.PresentlyIbecameawareofadrowsybreathingsound,thesoughingoftheseauponthebeach.
AfteraboutanhourIheardMontgomeryshoutingmyname,farawaytothenorth.Thatsetmethinkingofmyplanofaction.AsIinterpreteditthen,thisislandwasinhabitedonlybythesetwovivisectorsandtheiranimalisedvictims.
