Острів доктора Моро

           Iwentonshouting,Iscarcelyrememberwhat,—thatMoreauandMontgomerycouldbekilled,thattheywerenottobefeared:thatwastheburdenofwhatIputintotheheadsoftheBeastPeople.Isawthegreen-eyedmaninthedarkrags,whohadmetmeontheeveningofmyarrival,comeoutfromamongthetrees,andothersfollowedhim,tohearmebetter.AtlastforwantofbreathIpaused.

           "Listentomeforamoment,"saidthesteadyvoiceofMoreau;"andthensaywhatyouwill."

           "Well?"saidI.

           Hecoughed,thought,thenshouted:"Latin,Prendick!badLatin,schoolboyLatin;buttryandunderstand.Hinonsunthomines;suntanimaliaquinoshabemus—vivisected.Ahumanisingprocess.Iwillexplain.Comeashore."

           Ilaughed."Aprettystory,"saidI."Theytalk,buildhouses.Theyweremen.It’slikelyI’llcomeashore."

           "Thewaterjustbeyondwhereyoustandisdeep—andfullofsharks."

           "That’smyway,"saidI."Shortandsharp.Presently."

           "Waitaminute."Hetooksomethingoutofhispocketthatflashedbackthesun,anddroppedtheobjectathisfeet."That’saloadedrevolver,"saidhe."Montgomeryherewilldothesame.Nowwearegoingupthebeachuntilyouaresatisfiedthedistanceissafe.Thencomeandtaketherevolvers."

           "NotI!Youhaveathirdbetweenyou."

           "Iwantyoutothinkoverthings,Prendick.