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and Moreau looked at one another. `Why?’ asked Moreau.

      `Because that is better than being tortured by you.’

      `I told you so,’ said Montgomery, and Moreau said something in a low tone.

      `What makes you think I shall torture you?’ asked Moreau.

      `What I saw,’ I said. `And those — yonder.’

      `Hush!’ said Moreau, and held up his hand.

      `I will not,’ said I; `they were men: what are they now? I at least will not be like them.’ I looked past my interlocutors. Up the beach were M’ling, Montgomery’s attendant, and one of the white swathed brutes from the boat. Further up, in the shadow of the trees, I saw my little Ape Man, and behind him some other dim figures.

      `Who are these creatures?’ said I, pointing to them, and raising my voice more and more that it might reach them. `They were men — men like yourselves, whom you have infected with some bestial taint, men whom you have enslaved, and whom you still fear. — You who listen,’ I cried, pointing now to Moreau, and shouting past him to the Beast Man, `You who listen! Do you not see these men still fear you, go in dread of you? Why then do you fear them? You are many — ‘

      `For God’s sake,’ cried Montgomery, `stop that, Prendick!’

      `Prendick!’ cried Moreau.

      They both shouted together as if to drown my voice. And behind them lowered the staring faces of the Beast Men, wondering, their deformed hands hanging down, their shoulders hunched up. They seemed, as I fancied then, to be trying to understand me, to remember something of their human past.

      I went on shouting, I scarcely remember what. That Moreau and Montgomery could be killed; that they were not to be feared: that was the burthen of what I put into the heads of the Beast People to my own ultimate undoing. I saw the green-eyed man in the dark rags, who had met me on the evening of my arrival, come out from among the trees, and others followed him to hear me better.

      At last for want of breath I paused.

      `Listen to me for a moment,’ said the steady voice of Moreau, `and then say what you will.’

      `Well?’ said I.

      He coughed, thought, then shouted: `Latin, Prendick! bad Latin! Schoolboy Latin! But try and understand. Hi non sunt homines, sunt animalia qui nos habemus… vivisected. A humanising process. I will explain. Come ashore.’

      I laughed. `A pretty story,’ said I. `They talk, build houses, cook. They were men. It’s likely I’ll come ashore.’

      `The water just beyond where you stand is deep… and full of sharks.’

      `That’s my way,’ said I. `Short and sharp. Presently.’

      `Wait a minute.’ He took something out of his pocket that flashed back the sun, and dropped the object at his feet. `That’s a loaded revolver,’ said he. `Montgomery here will do the same. Now we are going up the beach until you are satisfied the distance is safe. Then come and take the revolvers.’

      `Not I. You have a third between you.

      `I want you to think over things, Prendick. In the first place, I never asked you to come upon this island. In the next, we had you drugged last night, had we wanted to work you any mischief; and in the next, now your first panic is over, and you can think a little — is Montgomery here quite up to the character you give him? We have chased you for your good. Because this island is full of… inimical phenomena. Why should we want to shoot you when you have just offered to drown yourself?’

      `Why did you set… your people on to me when I was in the hut?’

      `We felt sure of catching you and bringing you out of danger. Afterwards we drew away from the scent — for your good.’

      I mused. It seemed just possible. Then I remembered something again.

      `But I saw,’ said I, `in the enclosure — ‘

      `That was the puma.

      `Look here, Prendick,’ said Montgomery. `You’re a silly ass. Come out of the water and take these revolvers, and talk. We can’t do anything more then than we could do now.’

      I will confess that then, and indeed always, I distrusted and dreaded Moreau. But Montgomery was a man I felt I understood. `Go up the beach,’ said I, after thinking, and added, `holding your hands up.

      `Can’t do that,’ said Montgomery, with an explanatory nod over his shoulder. `Undignified.’

      `Go up to the trees, then,’ said I, `as you please.’

      `It’s a damned silly ceremony,’ said Montgomery.

      Both turned and faced the six or seven grotesque creatures, who stood there in the sunlight, solid, casting shadows, moving, and yet so incredibly unreal. Montgomery cracked his whip at them, and forthwith they all turned and fled helter-skelter into the trees. And when Montgomery and Moreau were at a distance I judged sufficient, I waded ashore, and picked up and examined the revolvers. To satisfy myself against the subtlest trickery I discharged one at a rounded lump of lava, and had the satisfaction of seeing the stone pulverised and the beach splashed with lead.

      Still I hesitated for a moment.

      `I’ll take the risk,’ said I, at last, and with a revolver in each hand I walked up the beach towards them.

      `That’s better,’ said Moreau, without affectation. `As it is, you have wasted the best part of my day with your confounded panic.’

      And with a touch of contempt that humiliated me he and Montgomery turned and went on in silence before me.

      The knot of Beast Men, still wondering, stood back among the trees. I passed them as serenely as possible. One started to follow me, but retreated again when Montgomery cracked his whip. The rest stood silent — watching. They may once have been animals. But I neverr before saw an animal trying to think.

      CHAPTER 14

       DOCTOR MOREAU EXPLAINS

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      `And now, Prendick, I will explain,’ said Doctor Moreau, so soon as we had eaten and drunk. `I must confess you are the most dictatorial guest I ever entertained. I warn you that this is the last I do to oblige you. The next thing you threaten to commit suicide about I shan’t do — even at some personal inconvenience.’

      He sat in my deck chair, a cigar half consumed in his white dexterous-looking fingers. The light of the swinging lamp fell on his white hair; he stared through the little window out at the starlight. I sat as far away from him as possible, the table between us and the revolvers to hand. Montgomery was not present. I did not care to be with the two of them in such a little room.

      `You admit that vivisected human being, as you called it, is after all only the puma?’ said Moreau. He had made me visit the horror in the inner room to assure myself of its inhumanity.

      `It is the puma,’ I said, `still alive, but so cut and mutilated as I pray I may never see living flesh again. Of all vile

      `Never mind that,’ said Moreau. `At least spare me those youthful horrors. Montgomery used to be just the same. You admit it is the puma. Now be quiet while I reel off my physiological lecture to you. And forthwith, beginning in the tone of a man supremely bored, but presently warming a little, he explained his work to me. He was very simple and convincing. Now and then there was a touch of sarcasm in his voice. Presently I found myself hot with shame at our mutual positions.

      The creatures I had seen were not men, had never been men. They were animals — humanised animals — triumphs of vivisection.

      `You forget all that a skilled vivisector can do with living things,’ said Moreau. `For my own part I’m puzzled why the things

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