XI. THE HUNTING OF THE MAN.
IT came before my mind with an unreasonable hope of escape thatthe outer door of my room was still open to me. I was convinced now,absolutely assured, that Moreau had been vivisecting a human being.All the time since I had heard his name, I had been trying to linkin my mind in some way the grotesque animalism of the islanderswith his abominations; and now I thought I saw it all.The memory of his work on the transfusion of blood recurred to me.These creatures I had seen were the victims of some hideous experiment.These sickening scoundrels had merely intended to keep me back,to fool me with their display of confidence, and presently to fallupon me with a fate more horrible than death,--with torture;and after torture the most hideous degradation it is possibleto conceive,--to send me off a lost soul, a beast, to the rest of theirComus rout.
I looked round for some weapon. Nothing. Then with an inspiration Iturned over the deck chair, put my foot on the side of it, and toreaway the side rail. It happened that a nail came away with the wood,and projecting, gave a touch of danger to an otherwise petty weapon.I heard a step outside, and incontinently flung open the door and foundMontgomery within a yard of it. He meant to lock the outer door!I raised this nailed stick of mine and cut at his face;but he sprang back. I hesitated a moment, then turned and fled,round the corner of the house. "Prendick, man!" I heard hisastonished cry, "don't be a silly ass, man!"
Another minute, thought I, and he would have had me locked in,and as ready as a hospital rabbit for my fate. He emerged behindthe corner, for I heard him shout, "Prendick!" Then he began to runafter me, shouting things as he ran. This time running blindly,I went northeastward in a direction at right angles to myprevious expedition. Once, as I went running headlong up the beach,I glanced over my shoulder and saw his attendant with him.I ran furiously up the slope, over it, then turning eastward alonga rocky valley fringed on either side with jungle I ran for perhapsa mile altogether, my chest straining, my heart beating in my ears;and then hearing nothing of Montgomery or his man, and feelingupon the verge of exhaustion, I doubled sharply back towardsthe beach as I judged, and lay down in the shelter of a canebrake.There I remained for a long time, too fearful to move, and indeedtoo fearful even to plan a course of action. The wild scene about melay sleeping silently under the sun, and the only sound near me wasthe thin hum of some small gnats that had discovered me. Presently Ibecame aware of a drowsy breathing sound, the soughing of the sea uponthe beach.
After about an hour I heard Montgomery shouting my name,far away to the north. That set me thinking of my plan of action.As I interpreted it then, this island was inhabited only by these twovivisectors and their animalised victims. Some of these no doubtthey could press into their service against me if need arose.I knew both Moreau and Montgomery carried revolvers; and, save for a feeblebar of deal spiked with a small nail, the merest mockery of a mace,I was unarmed.
So I lay still there, until I began to think of food and drink;and at that thought the real hopelessness of my position came home to me.I knew no way of getting anything to eat. I was too ignorant of botanyto discover any resort of root or fruit that might lie about me;I had no means of trapping the few rabbits upon the island.It grew blanker the more I turned the prospect over. At last inthe desperation of my position, my mind turned to the animal men Ihad encountered. I tried to find some hope in what I remembered of them.In turn I recalled each one I had seen, and tried to draw some auguryof assistance from my memory.
Then suddenly I heard a staghound bay, and at that realised a new danger.I took little time to think, or they would have caught me then,but snatching up my nailed stick, rushed headlong from my hiding-placetowards the sound of the sea. I remember a growth of thorny plants,with spines that stabbed like pen-knives. I emerged bleeding andwith torn clothes upon the lip of a long creek opening northward.I went straight into the water without a minute's hesitation, wading upthe creek, and presently finding myself kneedeep in a little stream.I scrambled out at last on the westward bank, and with my heart beatingloudly in my ears, crept into a tangle of ferns to await the issue.I heard the dog (there was only one) draw nearer, and yelp when it cameto the thorns. Then I heard no more, and presently began to think Ihad escaped.
The minutes passed; the silence lengthened out, and at lastafter an hour of security my courage began to return to me.By this time I was no longer very much terrified or very miserable.I had, as it were, passed the limit of terror and despair.I felt now that my life was practically lost, and that persuasionmade me capable of daring anything. I had even a certain wishto encounter Moreau face to face; and as I had waded into the water,I remembered that if I were too hard pressed at least one pathof escape from torment still lay open to me,--they could notvery well prevent my drowning myself. I had half a mind to drownmyself then; but an odd wish to see the whole adventure out,a queer, impersonal, spectacular interest in myself, restrained me.I stretched my limbs, sore and painful from the pricks of the spiny plants,and stared around me at the trees; and, so suddenly that it seemedto jump out of the green tracery about it, my eyes lit upon a blackface watching me. I saw that it was the simian creature who hadmet the launch upon the beach. He was clinging to the obliquestem of a palm-tree. I gripped my stick, and stood up facing him.He began chattering. "You, you, you," was all I could distinguishat first. Suddenly he dropped from the tree, and in anothermoment was holding the fronds apart and staring curiouslyat me.
I did not feel the same repugnance towards this creature which Ihad experienced in my encounters with the other Beast Men."You," he said, "in the boat." He was a man, then,--at least as muchof a man as Montgomery's attendant,--for he could talk.
"Yes," I said, "I came in the boat. From the ship."
"Oh!" he said, and his bright, restless eyes travelled over me,to my hands, to the stick I carried, to my feet, to the tattered placesin my coat, and the cuts and scratches I had received from the thorns.He seemed puzzled at something. His eyes came back to my hands.He held his own hand out and counted his digits slowly, "One, two,three, four, five--eigh?"
I did not grasp his meaning then; afterwards I was to find thata great proportion of these Beast People had malformed hands,lacking sometimes even three digits. But guessing this wasin some way a greeting, I did the same thing by way of reply.He grinned with immense satisfaction. Then his swift rovingglance went round again; he made a swift movement--and vanished.The fern fronds he had stood between came swishing together.
I pushed out of the brake after him, and was astonished to findhim swinging cheerfully by one lank arm from a rope of creepersthat looped down from the foliage overhead. His back was to me.
"Hullo!" said I.
He came down with a twisting jump, and stood facing me.
"I say," said I, "where can I get something to eat?"
"Eat!" he said. "Eat Man's food, now." And his eye went backto the swing of ropes. "At the huts."
"But where are the huts?"
"Oh!"
"I'm new, you know."
At that he swung round, and set off at a quick walk.All his motions were curiously rapid. "Come along," said he.
I went with him to see the adventure out. I guessed the huts were somerough shelter where he and some more of these Beast People lived.I might perhaps find them friendly, find some handle in their mindsto take hold of. I did not know how far they had forgotten theirhuman heritage.
My ape-like companion trotted along by my side, with his handshanging down and his jaw thrust forward. I wondered what memoryhe might have in him. "How long have you been on this island?"said I.
"How long?" he asked; and after having the question repeated,he held up three fingers.
The creature was little better than an idiot. I triedto make out what he meant by that, and it seems I bored him.After another question or two he suddenly left my side and wentleaping at some fruit that hung from a tree. He pulled downa handful of prickly husks and went on eating the contents.I noted thi
s with satisfaction, for here at least was a hint for feeding.I tried him with some other questions, but his chattering, prompt responseswere as often as not quite at cross purposes with my question.Some few were appropriate, others quite parrot-like.
I was so intent upon these peculiarities that I scarcely noticed the pathwe followed. Presently we came to trees, all charred and brown,and so to a bare place covered with a yellow-white incrustation,across which a drifting smoke, pungent in whiffs to nose and eyes,went drifting. On our right, over a shoulder of bare rock, I sawthe level blue of the sea. The path coiled down abruptly into a narrowravine between two tumbled and knotty masses of blackish scoriae.Into this we plunged.
It was extremely dark, this passage, after the blinding sunlight reflectedfrom the sulphurous ground. Its walls grew steep, and approachedeach other. Blotches of green and crimson drifted across my eyes.My conductor stopped suddenly. "Home!" said he, and I stoodin a floor of a chasm that was at first absolutely dark to me.I heard some strange noises, and thrust the knuckles of my left handinto my eyes. I became aware of a disagreeable odor, like that ofa monkey's cage ill-cleaned. Beyond, the rock opened again upona gradual slope of sunlit greenery, and on either hand the lightsmote down through narrow ways into the central gloom.