Island of Dr Moreau - H. G. Wells

Lost and Found

I was one of the few lucky passengers on the Lady Vain. When the ship went down in the Pacific in February 1887, I found myself in a small boat with another passenger, Helmar, and a sailor. I never knew the sailor's name. A fourth man jumped from the ship, trying to reach us. But his head hit the side of the ship. He went down under the water and never came up again.

We had only a little bread and a small container of water on board. On the first day, the sea was very rough and we were almost thrown out of the boat. But then the sea became calmer and that danger passed. We spoke little. Most of the time, we did not move. We lay under the hot sun, looking out across the ocean.

On the fourth day, we had no more water to drink. We became very thirsty. Then on the sixth day, Helmar finally spoke of the idea that was already in all our minds. 'We need to kill someone. Then the other two can drink his blood.'

Helmar had two longer sticks and one shorter one. The person with the short stick had to die. But the sailor chose the short stick and he did not accept the result. The love of life was too strong in him. He attacked Helmar, and the two men fought. I tried to help Helmar. But as I was going towards them, the boat moved suddenly. Helmar and the sailor fell straight over the side together and went down like stones.

In my weak state, I lay in the boat, laughing quietly. I did not know why I was laughing. But for many minutes I could not stop.

After that, I did nothing. I thought about drinking sea water.

That way I could die more quickly. But I was too weak even for this.

On the eighth day, I saw a sail far away across the sea. I remember thinking, 'How strange. A ship is coming, but too late, because I'm already dead.' Hour after hour, I lay with my head on the side of the boat, and the sail came closer and closer. I did nothing to call the ship to me. But still it came. I remember seeing the side of the ship next to my boat, and then… nothing.

I woke in a small, untidy room on board the ship. A young man was sitting by my bed, holding my wrist. He had fair hair, a thick moustache and grey, watery eyes.

The man started speaking. Suddenly, from above us, came the sound of metal against metal and then the low, angry growl of an animal.

The man showed no surprise, but repeated his question: 'How do you feel now?'

I tried to speak, but no sound came from my mouth. Luckily the man saw the question in my eyes.

'You were found in a small boat. You had no food or drink.'

I looked at my hand — terribly thin, with the skin hanging off it. Suddenly, I remembered my long days lost at sea.

'Have some of this,' said the man, offering me a red drink.

It tasted like blood, but I drank it all. I soon felt a bit stronger.

'You are lucky that I know about medicine,' said the man.

'What ship is this?' I asked slowly and painfully. These were my first words for many days.

'The Ipecacuanha. Oh, and I'm Montgomery.'

The noise above us began again.

'You'll be OK now,' continued Montgomery. 'You've been asleep for almost thirty hours, you know.'

I heard a number of dogs up above.

'Can I eat?' I asked.

'Of course. The cook is already preparing a meal for you.'

'That sounds wonderful,' I replied.

'But tell me, what happened to you? Why were you alone in that boat?.. Damn that noise!' He stood up suddenly and left the room. He shouted at someone for a minute, then returned.

'Well, you were starting to tell me your story,' he said.

I told him my name, Edward Prendick. I was, I said, travelling in the Pacific because of my interest in natural history. He was excited by this, and told me about his own days as a biology student in London. He asked me many questions about his favourite places in the city — the university, the shops and, most of all, the clubs.

'They were happy days,' he said sadly. 'But then I did something ally, and it all ended suddenly. Ten years ago now… I'll just go and ask the cook about your food.'

The growls above us started again, even louder and angrier.

'What's that?' I called after him, but the door was already closing. Montgomery came back a minute later with some food, and in my excitement at the wonderful smell I forgot about the animal noises.

Chapter two

The Ipecacuanha

I spent the day either eating or sleeping. The next morning I felt a stronger and got out of bed. Montgomery lent me some clothes.

They were too big — Montgomery was a tall man. But since my own clothes were destroyed, I was very grateful to him.

As I dressed, he told me about the Ipecacuanha's captain, Davis.

'He's drunk most of the time. But I don't have to worry about him for much longer. I'm getting off the ship soon.'

'Where?' I asked, surprised. Were we not still in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?

'At the island where I live. I don't think it has a name.' He gave me a hard look. 'No more questions,' his eyes seemed to say. Then I followed him out of the room for a walk around the ship.

On the ladder to the top part of the ship, there was a man in our way. I could only see the man's back, but even from this view he seemed strange. He was very short and wide, with a hairy neck and a head that was in front of, not above, his shoulders. He wore dark blue work clothes and had long, thick black hair.

The man heard our steps and looked round with the speed of an animal. His face was even stranger than his body. He had black skin and dark eyes with almost no white in them. His mouth was shaped more like a bear's or a dog's than a man's, with the largest teeth that you can imagine. The ugliness of this man hit me like a wave, and in my weak state I almost fell. But Montgomery held my arm and helped me towards the ladder.

'Get out of our way, M'ling!' he shouted at the man. 'You shouldn't be here. Your place is at the front of the ship, with the sailors.'

'They don't want me with them,' replied the man called M'ling. 'They don't want you with them? Don't be so stupid. Go, I say!' M'ling moved away slowly, and I followed Montgomery up the ladder. At the top I discovered where all the animal noises were coming from. There were lots of dogs tied up in one corner. In another corner was a puma in a cage that was too small for it. Rabbits, also in cages, filled the rest of the space. There were bits of animal food everywhere, and the smell was terrible.

Suddenly there was a cry from the front of the ship, and someone shouted angrily. The strange man with the black face, M'ling, ran towards us, followed by a man with red hair and a white hat. When the dogs saw M'ling, they became even noisier than before. He stopped near them for a second. The other man reached him and hit him hard between the shoulders. M'ling fell down next to the dogs, crying out in pain. The dogs growled angrily and jumped on him. Some sailors came to watch with interest. They did not try to help.

'Stop that!' shouted Montgomery, hurrying towards them. M'ling finally pushed the dogs away and stood up. He held on to the side of the ship, clearly afraid of the red-haired man's next move.

Montgomery reached them. 'This must stop, Captain,' he said angrily, holding on to the red-haired man's arm.

I stood behind Montgomery. The captain turned and looked at us rudely. His body moved from side to side as he stood there. He was clearly drunk.

'What must stop?' he laughed.

'M'ling is your passenger. Keep your hands off him or...'

'Damn you, Montgomery! This is my ship, and I make the rules!'

'M'ling works for me. Don't hurt him again, do you hear?'

The captain looked at Montgomery sleepily for about a minute. 'Damn scientists,' he finally said in reply.

Montgomery was getting very angry.

'He's drunk, Montgomery,' I said to him. 'He won't listen when lie's like this.'

'He's always drunk,' Montgomery answered. 'Does that give him permission to hit his passengers?'

'My ship,' the captain said, waving his hand at the cages, 'was a clean ship. Look at it now!'

'You agreed to take the animals,' shouted Montgomery.

'And why do you want animals like these on your damn island, hey? And that man of yours! He's not a man. He's a monster!'

'You leave him alone, I say,' continued Montgomery.

'I'll cut out his insides if he comes to the front of the ship again. Sailors only at the front. Cut out his damn insides, I will! Damn you, and damn your crazy island...'

The captain continued to shout at Montgomery for some time. Montgomery took a step towards him. I did not want a fight on board, so I stopped him.

'He's drunk,' I said. 'Just leave him.'

The captain started shouting rudely again.

'That's enough!' I shouted back at him.

If was not sensible to shout at the captain, of course. I was alive only as a result of his help. And I had no money to pay for my journey on his ship.

For some time he shouted angrily about his kindness to me. But there was no fight between Montgomery and the captain, and for that I was grateful.

Chapter three

Montgomery's Island

Late that evening, we saw land far out to sea and the ship turned towards it. We were nearing Montgomery's island.

After supper, Montgomery and I stood outside, talking under the stars. I was interested to know more about his animals and his island home. But he seemed uncomfortable with my questions, so I soon changed the subject. We spoke about London, and about science. But as we talked, my questions grew stronger in my mind. Why was a man of science living on an unknown island in the middle of the Pacific? Why was he taking the puma, rabbits and dogs there? And who was that strange man who worked for him?

I heard a noise behind me and turned. Montgomery's dark assistant was standing a few steps from us. He looked quickly towards me. For a second or two, his eyes shone red in the lights of the ship. It frightened me terribly. I thought of the stories that I read as a child, of monsters and strange animals of the night. Then the man looked away, and Montgomery was saying, 'I'm going to bed now. There'll be lots to do in the morning.'

I followed him down the ladder and went to my room. I slept little that night. I was woken many times, both by the noises of the dogs and by my terrible dreams.

Early the next morning, I woke to a new sound. Someone above me was pushing the animal cages across the ship. I climbed the ladder. At the top, six men were carrying the puma in his cage to the side of the ship. A large man with white hair was now on board, talking to Montgomery. Next to them was a ladder down to, a small boat that was waiting below. The captain, Davis, was there too.

'We'll soon have a clean ship again,' he was shouting. It was clear that he was still drunk.

When the captain saw me, his rudeness from the night before began again. This was no surprise to me, but I never for a second imagined his next move. Pointing to the ladder down the side of the ship, Davis shouted, 'That way! That way, Mr No-Money!'

'I don't understand,' I said. 'What do you mean?'

'I mean that we're cleaning out the ship. No room for Mr No-Money. It's time for you to go. That way, I say! That way!'

I looked at the captain in surprise. It was clear from his face that this was not a joke. But I was not too worried. The idea of a journey across the ocean with the drunk captain and his unfriendly sailors was not much fun. And I wanted to find out more about Montgomery and his mysterious island.

I turned to Montgomery. But the white-haired man next to him said quickly, 'We can't have you.'

'You can't have me?' I asked, very worried now. 'Well, Captain...' I began.

He stopped me. 'That way now, Mr No-Money. If they don't want you, we'll put you back in your boat. The boat from the Lady Vain. You can't stay with us. Go, I say!'

'But Montgomery!' I cried.

He shook his head and looked quickly at the man with white hair.

'He's the boss. I can't help you,' he seemed to say.

I looked from the captain to Montgomery to the man with white hair. I cried to each man to help me. But none of them listened.

When all of Montgomery's things were in his master's boat, it moved away from our ship towards a beach on the island, with Montgomery, his master and M'ling on board. The sailors then threw me roughly into the little boat where my troubles began twelve days before. It was half full of water and had no food or drink on board. They pushed the boat out to sea. I lay in the water at the bottom of it, crying like a baby.

Luckily, Montgomery's master saw me in my boat and changed his mind. He turned his boat round to help me. I stopped crying, but my need was urgent. With so much water on board, my boat was going down fast.

They had no space for me. There were three men from the island in their boat, with Montgomery, his master, M'ling and all the animals and boxes from the Ipecacuanha. But I used a cup from their boat to get out the water in the bottom of mine. Then we tied the two boats together and they pulled me slowly to land.

As we travelled in this way, I looked more carefully at the people in the boat. I now saw that Montgomerys master, the white-haired man, was quite old — sixty or more. I remembered from the Ipecacuanha that he was a very tall man. But as he sat next to the other three men from the island, his head only reached their shoulders. Were the men of this island the tallest in the world?

Their height was not the only unusual thing about them. They had long, straight, black hair like the hair on a horse's neck, and they were covered from head to foot in dirty white cotton. Under the cotton, I could see dark, strangely-shaped faces with bright eyes and big teeth. As I looked at them, I started to feel ill. I quickly looked away.

We were nearing the island. There was a beach of grey sand, with tall trees behind it. Between the trees was a simple house circled by a big stone wall.

Soon we landed on the beach. The three men in white cotton helped Montgomery to carry the boxes onto the sand. I realised then that they were not very tall. But their bodies were unusually long, and the top part of their legs very short. Their knees moved in a very strange way when they walked. As the white-haired man passed them with the dogs, the dogs growled angrily at them.

I smiled gratefully as Montgomery's master came towards me. 'Montgomery says that you're a man of science,' he said. 'We're scientists here, too, you know — biologists… You'll probably be with us for twelve months or more. Ships don't pass this island very often.'

Chapter four

Dr Moreau

The white-haired man turned and walked quickly towards the house up the hill. I went to talk to Montgomery.

'You've saved me again,' I said gratefully.

'Well, this island's not exactly London,' he replied. 'I can't promise that you'll enjoy yourself here. You'll have to be careful with...' He stopped suddenly. 'Can you help me with these rabbits?'

He carried a cage of rabbits from the boat to the beach, opened the cage door and threw the rabbits onto the sand. 'Go and have lots of babies!' he said as they ran towards the trees. 'There isn't much meat to eat on the island,' he explained to me. 'We're hoping that the rabbits will make good food.'

I helped Montgomery with the rabbits until the white-haired man returned. Then the three of us walked together to the stone wall that circled the house.

'Well, Montgomery, what are we going to do with him?' the white-haired man asked. 'He can't come into the house, but he can't stay out here either. We don't have time to build him a new house.'

'He should have my room,' answered Montgomery. 'He can use the outside door.'

The white-haired man opened an outside door with a heavy key and we all went inside. There was another door on the far side of the room, into the garden behind the stone wall. The door was half open. Montgomery quickly crossed the room and locked the door.

'Keep that door closed at all times,' his master said to me. 'We don't want any accidents.' He gave Montgomery a strange look. 'And we must get you some food,' he continued. 'We didn't invite you here, of course, but you're our guest now. We'll try to make you comfortable.' Then he walked out of the room by the outside door.

The room was small but pleasant. There was a little bed, a table and chair, and some books about medicine.

'We usually have our meals in here,' said Montgomery. Then he followed his master outside. 'Moreau!' he shouted. 'Moreau!'

'Moreau,' I thought. Where have I heard that name before?'

Montgomery's assistant, M'ling, came into the room, bringing Home coffee, a plate of vegetables and a bottle of whisky. As he put the loud on the table, his long hair fell in front of his face. I saw one of his ears. It had a sharp point at the top and was covered in thick hair!

'Your breakfast, Mr Prendick,' he said as he left the room. I started to eat the food gratefully. But I left the whisky — I have never been a drinker.

Suddenly, I remembered! Moreau! He was in all the papers, eight, maybe ten years before. An important biologist — a very successful man. But then a newspaper sent someone to work as his assistant. There were terrible stories about the animals that he used in his experiments. A dog escaped from his laboratory without any skin on its body. Other animals were found there in terrible pain. The newspapers attacked Moreau and his work, and no one in the scientific world defended him. He had to close his laboratory.

I was sure that this was the same man. Perhaps it was too hard for Moreau to stop his work. Perhaps he chose to continue it on an island far from home.

This idea explained the puma and the other animals from the Ipecacuanha. But why were Moreau and Montgomery trying to keep everything secret from me? Laboratory work on animals was not very pleasant, but to a man of science like me it was not so terrible. Was there something more? Something about M'ling and those other strange men on the island? My mind filled with possible explanations, each one more terrible than the last.

At about one o'clock, Montgomery came into the room. M'ling was following him, carrying our lunch — some bread, a bowl of salad, a bottle of whisky and some water.

'Moreau isn't stopping for lunch today,' said Montgomery. 'He's too busy with his work.'

'Moreau,' I said. 'I know that name.'

'Damn! Do you? Well, you'll understand something about the «mysteries» in the laboratory then. Whisky?'

'No thanks,' I replied. 'I don't drink.'

'Very sensible! It was drink that brought me here. I drank too much and did something silly. Moreau offered his help and… How stupid I was!'

'Montgomery,' I said suddenly, 'why has M'ling got strangely — shaped ears?'

'Er, M'ling? But… er… his hair covers his ears. How do you know about his ears?'

'I've seen them, Montgomery. They've got a sharp point at the top. And his eyes shine in the dark.'

'Well, er… I don't know, Prendick. I've never seen his ears. Maybe he keeps his hair long to hide them.'

From the laboratory we heard a loud cry of pain. It sounded like the puma. The noise continued for about a minute, and it clearly troubled Montgomery. 'Damn, damn, damn,' he was saying quietly to himself. He drank a big glass of whisky, then left the room.

Chapter five

An Evening Walk

Through the afternoon, it seemed that the puma's pain got worse.

The screams grew louder and louder. I put my fingers in my ears, but still the screams filled my head. Finally I had to escape from the room. I went outside, but the noise from the laboratory was even louder there. I walked quickly away from the house and into the forest, until I could not hear the puma any more. At last I felt calmer.

I came to a stream. It was a pleasant place, protected from hot afternoon sun by the tall trees above. I sat down to rest. Suddenly, I saw something moving in the shadows on the other side of the stream. It came closer. What was it?

It moved towards the stream. It was an animal, coming for a drink. It drank thirstily, with its head down at the water. I looked more carefully. It was not an animal! It was a man, dressed in blur clothes. But this man was using his hands as feet, and he was drinking like a cat!

I moved to see him better. He heard me and looked up. Our eyes, met. He stood up quickly and dried his mouth with his hand.

His legs were much shorter than his body. He looked at me for a minute, then walked slowly away.

I too started walking. I did not feel comfortable by the stream now. I crossed it and went uphill. I was surprised by a bright red piece of ground, in the middle of the green of the plants. I looked closer. There was a dead rabbit there, half eaten and still warm. I thought about its killer — a dangerous animal or… that strange man by the stream? I realised that I knew nothing about the dangers of the animals or people in the forest. It was a bad idea to walk alone in a strange place like this. I decided to go back to the house

I started running. I almost ran straight out into an open space, but stopped myself just in time. In this space between the trees, I saw three strange people. One was clearly female, the other two male. They had rough pink skin, and small bits of red clothes tied around their bodies. Their faces were heavy and shapeless, and they had almost no hair on their heads. Their legs were unusually short, and their feet were very small, with no toes. They talked quietly together — or were they singing? They moved their bodies from side to side in a kind of dance, and repeated the same words again and again, Memories of Sundays in church came back to me. Were these strange people practising their religion?

I continued to watch them. There was something animal about these people. At first this idea was not clear in my mind. But then one of the men fell to the ground. For a few seconds he was using his arms as legs, and suddenly I realised. With their rough pink skin and heavy faces, these people were like pigs!

I moved away from them as quietly as possible and walked towards the beach. Suddenly, thirty metres in front of me, I saw the man who was drinking at the stream earlier. His eyes shone green as he looked at me. Then he disappeared between the trees. I did not move. I could still feel his eyes on me.

'Who are you?' I shouted. But there was no answer, and I could see nothing in the shadows of the forest.

I realised now that it was getting dark. I needed to reach the house quickly. The idea of a night alone in the middle of the forest was too terrible to think about.

I started walking again. I felt that someone was following me. But each time I looked back, I saw nothing. For a long time I could not find the beach. I went one way, then another, losing hope. But finally I heard the sea. I followed the sound, and after a few minutes the forest opened onto the beach. Gratefully, I started walking along the sand.

When I stopped for a rest, a shadow behind me stopped too. 'Who's there?' I asked shakily. The thing did not reply. As I stepped hack, my foot hit a stone. With my eyes still on the shadow, I slowly picked it up. Seeing my movement, the thing moved away.

Crazy with fear, I now ran. I heard feet behind me, and I ran faster. The yellow light from the house was in front of me, but still far away, too far. The thing behind me was getting closer and closer. It jumped at me, and I turned towards it with the stone in my hand. The stone hit its head, and it fell down onto the sand.

Chapter six

Moreau's Laboratory

Shaking, I ran towards the house. I heard Montgomery's voice. 'Prendick?' he was shouting. 'Prendick!'

When I reached him, I fell weakly into his arms.

'Where have you been?' he asked. We were working all afternoon and we forgot about you. We only started looking half an hour ago.'

He helped me into the house, and I sat down. I was still shaking terribly.

'A walk in the dark, alone! What were you thinking, Prendick? I was afraid that...'

'Please!' I said quickly. 'Please, lock that door!'

He looked at me carefully. 'So you've met some of our… people.' He locked the door and gave me some whisky. For the first time in my life, I drank it.

I described the attack on the beach, and the strange people in the forest. 'What does it all mean, Montgomery?' I asked.

'It's nothing too terrible, I promise you,' he replied. 'But you've had enough for one day. You should get some sleep.'

'But what was that thing on the beach? Was it an animal, or was it a man?'

'Listen, Prendick. You've had a terrible few days, and you haven't had enough sleep. Drink this medicine so you can sleep through the noise of that damn puma. We'll talk in the morning.'

He was right. I was too tired to talk now. I drank his medicine.

He helped me into bed like a child, and soon I was asleep.

When I woke, it was late morning. There was some breakfast, on the table, and I ate hungrily. Montgomery opened the inside door — the door into the garden — for a quick hello. 'Were very busy in here, I'm afraid. No time to talk.' He closed the door again. But I discovered later that he did not lock it.

I returned to my breakfast. Suddenly there was a cry of pain from the laboratory. But this time it was not the puma. It sounded exactly like the cry of a man.

I did not move. My ears waited for the sound again, but there was nothing. 'Perhaps it was my imagination,' I thought.

Then it came again. This time there could be no mistake. A man in the laboratory was screaming and crying with pain. I ran straight to the door to the garden, threw it open and went outside,

Montgomery was near the door. 'Prendick, stop!' he shouted, Through an open door on the far side of the. garden, I saw something pink, tied to a table. It was covered in blood and bits of white cloth. Then Moreau was in front of me. He picked me up and threw me back into my room. I heard the key in the lock, and Moreau saying, 'I'm not going to stop the work of a lifetime because of him.'

'But he doesn't understand,' said Montgomery.

I could not hear the rest. As I stood up shakily, my mind was lull of the most terrible ideas. What were they doing to the man in there? I thought again about those strange people in the forest. Were they the results of Moreau's terrible experiments on ordinary men and women? It seemed the most believable explanation. And what about me? Did they plan to use me in their experiments too? It was clear to me that my life was in very great danger.

Luckily the outside door was still open. I picked up a walking stick to defend myself against these crazy scientists. Then I ran to the door.

I heard someone outside. It was Montgomery. Was he planning to lock me in my room? I ran at him with my stick, and he stepped back. 'Prendick!' he cried out in surprise. 'Don't be stupid, man!'

I ran north along the beach. Montgomery was behind me, shouting. I could not hear his words. I turned into the forest and ran for a kilometre or two. Then I stopped and listened. I heard a dog, then Montgomery's voice, but they were getting further and further away. No one was following me. I found a good place to hide, in the shadows of the trees. There I sat for many hours, too afraid to move.

I tried to make a plan. But how could I live alone on the island? I did not know how to catch rabbits or fish without the right equipment. I did not know what forest fruits and vegetables to eat. Could I ask the strange animal-men of the island for help? How dangerous were they?

My hiding place was getting uncomfortable, so I lay on the ground for a minute. Suddenly, high above me in the trees, I saw a pair of eyes… a black face… The face moved closer. I held my stick tightly as an ape-like person dropped from the trees.

'You, you, you,' he said.

Chapter seven

Meeting the Animal-men

'You,' he said again. 'In the boat.'

'Yes,' I answered. 'I came in the boat. From the ship.'

'Oh!' he said. His eyes travelled over me — my legs, my body, my face, my hands, the stick that I was carrying. His eyes returned to my hands. He held out his own hand and counted his fingers. 'One, two, three, four, five, eh?'

I guessed that he was counting his fingers as a way to greet me. I did the same. 'One, two, three, four, five, eh?' I said.

He gave me a wide smile, then disappeared into the trees. I tried to follow. I found him hanging on to a tree by one arm.

'EXCUSE ME,' I said.

He dropped to the ground. Standing up straight, his arms hung below his knees.

'Do you know where to find food?' I continued.

'Food he said.' Eat man's food now! At the huts!'

'But where are the huts?' I asked. 'I'm new here, you see.'

Together we walked through the forest. I wanted to find out as much as possible from him.

'How long have you been here?' I asked.

'How long?' he repeated.

When I asked my question again, he held up three fingers.

Did he mean three months? Three years? I was not sure. I tried some other questions. His answers were difficult to understand.

Some were on a completely different subject. After Moreau's experiments on him, this man was unable to have a sensible conversation.

After a long walk, we came to a rocky place near the sea. I followed the ape-man along a narrow path between two rocks. It went downhill steeply, getting darker and darker. At the bottom, in complete darkness, the ape-man stopped and said, 'Home.'

The place had a terrible smell, and there were strange noises all around me. Slowly my eyes started to see. I was standing next to a line of huts that used the steep rock face for their back walls, and bits of tree for their front walls and roofs. There was old fruit everywhere, and some simple cups made of wood. Strange people, large and small and of different shapes were hiding in the shadows.

My ape-man went into one of the huts. I held on tightly to my slick and followed him inside.

In the far corner of the hut sat a big, shapeless thing. The hut was too dark to see the thing's face.

The ape-man started talking to it. 'Look! It's a man! A man! A man, like me!'

'It's a man,' agreed the thing in the corner. 'Is he going to live with us?'

'Yes,' I said.

'Then he must learn the Law.'

Other people were coming into the hut now. There was quite a crowd.

'Say the words,' said the thing in the corner. "'Don't go on four legs. That is the Law. Are we not men?"'

I did not know what to do.

'Say the words,' said the ape-man.

'Say the words,' said the rest of the crowd angrily.

At last I understood them and repeated the words. The others repeated them after me, and soon we were all moving from side to side in the strangest way. This was clearly their religion. I was not in a position to question it.

'Don't go on four legs. That is the Law. Are we not men?' we repeated.

'Don't drink without cups. That is the Law. Are we not men?'

'Don't eat meat or fish. That is the Law. Are we not men?'

'Don't fight with heads or teeth. That is the Law. Are we not men?'

'Don't run after other people. That is the Law. Are we not men?'

Then the words changed.

'His house is the House of Pain.'

'His hands are the Hands that hurt.

'His hands are the Hands that make.'

'His hands are the Hands that mend.'

'He is Master of the stars in the sky.'

'He is Master of the sun and moon.'

'He is Master of the deep salt sea.'

'He is our Master.'

At last the strange words ended. My eyes were now seeing better in the dark. The speaker in the corner was about the height and weight of an ordinary man, but was covered from head to foot in grey hair, like a big grey dog. What was he? What were they all?

'He's a five-man, a five-man like me,' said the ape-man.

The thing in the corner moved to the light of the hut's entrance and took my hand in his. His hand was hard, with three very short, thick fingers.

'Five fingers. Five thin fingers. That's good. Many have problems with their fingers.' He dropped my hand and looked into my eyes.

'I am the Sayer of the Law,' he said. 'New people come to me to learn the Law. Do not break the Law. No one escapes.'

'No one escapes,' repeated the animal-people.

'No one, no one,' said the ape-man. 'Once I did a little thing, a wrong thing. And look! He burned my hand. There! You can see the burn. The Master is great. The Master is good.'

'Different parts of the Law are difficult for different people,' explained the Sayer of the Law. 'Some like to bite and drink blood. Others like to fight with their heads or their hands. Others like to move the earth with their noses in the ground. These things are bad.'

'No one escapes,' said the men at the door.

'Punishment is quick and terrible,' continued the Sayer of the Law. 'So learn the Law. Say the words.' He began again from the start.

'Don't go on four legs. That is the Law. Are we not men?'

We were all making a lot of noise as we repeated the strange words. Because of this, I did not notice the growls of the dogs outside. But suddenly one of the pig-men put his head round the door and spoke urgently to the others. Everyone hurried out of the hut and I was left alone. Too late, I heard the dogs. As I reached the hut's entrance, Moreau, Montgomery and the dogs were coming down the steep path between the rocks. Montgomery was pointing his gun at me.

Chapter eight

On the Beach

I held my stick tightly and looked around. There was a narrow space between the rocks. I ran towards it.

'Hold him!' shouted Moreau.

The animal-people moved towards me. I pushed into one man's shoulder and he fell against one of his friends. I used my stick on a third as he tried to catch my legs. Then I ran as fast as I could, up between the rocks and into the forest.

I could hear cries of 'Catch him! Hold him!' behind me. But luckily the animal-man nearest me was too wide for the narrow space between the rocks, and the others could not get past him for a minute or two. I went deeper into the forest, cutting my legs on the plants. Soon they were following me, crying like hungry and excited animals.

I ran and ran. They were getting closer. Finally, shaking with fear, I turned sharply to the right. The noises of my followers grew quieter as they continued straight on. For a short time I was safe.

But I knew now that the animal-people were as dangerous as Moreau and Montgomery. I could not ask them for protection. I decided to go back to the house. Maybe I could find a gun or knife there. It was my only hope.

I walked along the beach, leaving behind me a thin line of blood from my leg. Suddenly, far in front of me, Moreau, Montgomery and the dogs came out of the trees, with the animal-people close behind them. As they came towards me, I had no more hope of life. But I could still choose something better than the pain of Moreau's laboratory. I walked straight into the sea.

When I was thirty metres out, the water was still only at my waist. From the beach, Montgomery shouted, 'What are you doing, man?'

'I'm going to kill myself,' I said.

Montgomery looked at Moreau. 'Why?' Moreau asked.

'Because it's better to be dead than one of your experiments.'

'I told you,' Montgomery said to Moreau.

'Why do you think that you'll be one of my experiments?' asked Moreau.

'I saw him… in your laboratory. And those animal-people. They-'

'Stop!' said Moreau. The animal-men were listening to us from the tree-line.

'I won't stop!' I cried. 'Those poor people. They were men. But you've changed them. You've turned them into animals… monsters!'

Montgomery looked very worried. 'Stop that, Prendick! Please, man, stop!'

The animal-people looked at me strangely. They moved closer to hear me better.

'Listen to me for a minute,' said Moreau. 'But in Latin. I hope you learnt it at school.' He started speaking to me in Latin. My Latin was not very good, but his meaning was clear. These animal- people were not men, he explained. They were ordinary animals until he changed them in his laboratory.

'I don't believe you,' I replied in English. 'They talk. They build houses. They use tools. Animals can't do these things.'

'Come back to the house and I'll explain,' he called.

'No, I'm staying here.'

'The sea here is full of dangerous fish. They'll eat you if you go much further.'

'That's fine,' I answered. 'Better than your laboratory.'

'Wait a minute,' he said. He took a gun out of his pocket and put it down on the sand. 'Montgomery will do the same.' he said. 'We'll go up to the top of the beach. Then you can get the guns.'

'I won't,' I answered. 'You've probably got a third gun somewhere.'

'Think sensibly, Prendick. We didn't want to have you on this island. Why not, if we needed you for our experiments?'

'Why did you tell the animal-people to catch me?' I asked.

'This island is dangerous. We wanted to bring you back to the house. It's safer there.'

I was silent, thinking. Was it possible that his words were true?

'But I saw,' I said, 'in the laboratory...'

'That was the puma!' cried Montgomery. 'Listen, Prendick, this is crazy. Come out of the water, pick up the guns and talk.'

I was still afraid of Moreau, but Montgomery seemed an ordinary, honest kind of man. I decided to believe their story.

'Go up the beach, with your hands above your heads,' I said.

'We can't do that,' said Montgomery, moving his eyes towards the animal-people. 'They mustn't see their masters in a position of weakness.'

'Well, OK. But go back as far as the trees.'

When Moreau and Montgomery were at the tree-line, I picked up the guns and joined them under the trees.

'That's better,' said Moreau in an unfriendly voice. 'I've lost a day's work because of you.' Without another word, he and Montgomery turned and walked back towards the house.

The animal-people watched me silently. Were they ordinary animals in the past? Perhaps. But in that minute they had the look of small children. Small children who were trying to think.

Chapter nine

Moreau's Work

'You really are an impossible guest,' said Moreau after supper. 'If you try to kill yourself again, I won't stop you.'

He sat at the table, smoking. I sat as far away from him as possible, with the two guns still in my hands. Montgomery was not there. I did not feel comfortable yet with both of them in this small room with me.

'So, Prendick,' said Moreau, 'I've shown you the puma in the laboratory. Do you agree that it's a puma, not a man?'

'Yes, it's a puma. But you've done terrible things to it. I hope I never see an animal hurt like that again. You

'Stop, Prendick, stop. Montgomery spoke like that when he was first here. It's really very boring. Right, you agree that it's the puma. Now be quiet so I can give you a lesson in biology.

'It's surprising that no one has done my kind of work before. Doctors have been able to change people's bodies and faces for many years, of course. They can rebuild a destroyed nose with skin from above the eyes. They can take teeth from one person and use them in the mouth of another. And they can even use bits of an animal's body to mend the body of a man. But until now, no one has tried to change one type of animal into another type of animal.

'The people on this island were built in my laboratory. Their animal bodies were cut and pushed into new shapes. But the changes to the body were only the start. I shaped their minds too. I changed their blood. They feel differently, think differently. They have even learnt to talk.'

'But why?!' I said. 'Why do you turn them into people, not into sheep, or horses, or...?' It seemed a dangerous idea to choose the shape of man. Some things should be the business of religion, not science.

'Oh, I haven't only made people. Once or twice I've...' He was silent, for a minute perhaps. 'How quickly the years pass!'

'But what is the purpose of your experiments? You hurt these animals terribly, but your science has no useful result.'

'Pain is just a little thing, Prendick. While you worry about pain, you are no better than an animal. Each of my experiments gives the answer to a question, a big question. But it also asks a new question. There is always more to find out.

'I came here with Montgomery eleven years ago. We had three boys with us from another Pacific island. They built the house for Montgomery and me. For themselves, they built the huts where the animal-people now live.

'My first experiments here were on sheep, but they weren't very successful. Sheep are too fearful, too stupid. Then I tried an ape. When my work was finished, this ape looked like a real man. He had no memory of his earlier life. I became his teacher, and after three or four months he could speak quite good English. He wasn't very clever, but I've known stupider men. I introduced him to the three boys. At first they were very afraid of him, but they soon started to like him more. He lived with them and copied their way of life. He built a hut like theirs. They even taught him to read.

'I was very pleased with my first ape-man. I planned to write a description of the experiment for a science magazine. But one day I visited him and he was making ape noises from the top of a tree. And he was never quite the same after that. The animal in him grew stronger and stronger. I decided to make a more successful animal-person before I told the scientific world about my work.

'For the last ten years, I have made more and more successful animal-people. The hands and feet are difficult, and none of them can smile. But the main problem is that the animal in them has always grown back. I haven't told the world about these small successes yet, because I can do better. I will do better. This puma

He stopped himself suddenly. 'And that's the end of the story. The three boys are all dead now. There are a lot of accidents on this island. But Montgomery is still with me and...'

He stopped. I sat in silence, watching his face.

'How many are there?' I asked him finally.

'More than sixty, I think. I've made about one hundred and twenty in total, but many have died. There are a few women and they sometimes have children — but the children always die.'

'And when you've made these monsters, you send them to the huts,' I said.

'They choose to go there,' he explained. 'Most of them stay away from this place — a weak memory of their pain here, I think. And they follow the rules that the boys taught them. They call it the Law.

'So what do you think of me now?' he continued. 'Are you still afraid of me?'

To answer his question, I gave him back the guns.

'Keep them,' he said. He stood up and smiled. 'I'm glad everything's clear now. But you've had two busy days. You should get some rest. Goodnight.'

Chapter ten

The Taste of Blood

When I woke the next morning, Moreau was already busy in the laboratory. Montgomery and I escaped the puma's cries and went for a walk around the island. We soon met the ape-man and one of the pig-men.

'We greet you, Other-with-a-gun,' they said to Montgomery.

'There's a Third-with-a-gun now,' Montgomery said, 'so don't do anything stupid.'

The pig-man looked at me. 'The Third-with-a-gun, the Walker-with-tears-in-the-sea, has a thin white face,' he said.

'He has a thin black gun too,' said Montgomery.

'Yesterday he was crying and losing blood. You and the Master never cry. You never lose blood,' said the ape-man.

'You'll cry and lose blood soon if you're not careful,' Montgomery replied. 'Come on, Prendick.' He took my arm and we walked away.

The pig-man and ape-man stood watching us. 'Men speak, but this one says nothing,' said the pig-man.

'Yesterday he asked me about things to eat,' said his friend. 'He didn't know.'

I did not hear the rest of their conversation, but they were laughing.

Later we saw a dead rabbit, half eaten and without its head.

'Damn!' said Montgomery. 'What can this mean?' He looked carefully at the rabbit's body.

'I saw something like it on my first day here,' I said.

'Really? On your first day?' he asked.

'Yes. And I think I know the killer too. I can't be sure. But just before I found the rabbit, I saw one of your monsters by a stream. It was drinking like an animal, without its hands.'

'Don't drink without cups. That is the Law. Are we not men?' said Montgomery with a worried laugh. 'As soon as they're alone, they forget about the Law. And it's worst in the evening. They're most like animals when it's getting dark.' He stopped to think. 'But that's interesting,' he continued. 'Meat-eaters always like a drink after a kill. It's the taste of blood, you see — salty.'

'Well, the thing at the stream was the same monster that ran after me later on the beach.'

'Will you know him if you see him again?' asked Montgomery. He looked around us and checked his gun.

'I didn't see him very well, but I hit him hard with a stone. He'll probably still have some blood on his head.'

'I'm sure it was the leopard-man,' said Montgomery. 'Or perhaps one of the other big cats. But how can we prove that he killed the rabbit too? Damn rabbits! It was a big mistake to bring them here.'

I started to walk back to the house. Montgomery did not move.

'Let's go!' I called.

Finally he joined me. 'This is serious, Prendick,' he said. 'They mustn't learn to enjoy meat. If they do, well… we're all in trouble.'

Back at the house, Moreau agreed that the problem was very serious. That afternoon, the three of us and M'ling walked across the island to an open space near the animal-people's huts. Moreau took a little pipe from his pocket and put it to his mouth. It made a surprisingly loud noise. Soon the animal-people started to arrive: two of the pig-men first, then a big horse-person and a terrible bear-woman. When they saw Moreau, they dropped to the ground.

'His hands are the Hands that hurt.

'His hands are the Hands that make.

'His hands are the Hands that mend,' they said, throwing earth on their heads.

More and more animal-people were coming out of the trees, singly or in pairs, to join them in this strange activity.

'Sixty-two, sixty-three,' counted Moreau. 'There are four more.'

'I can't see my attacker,' I said.

Moreau made the noise with his pipe again. Finally, at the back of the crowd, I saw my attacker join the rest. There was a dark line of blood on his head.

'The leopard-man,' Montgomery said quietly in my ear.

'Stop!' said Moreau, in a loud, strong voice.

The animal-people sat on the ground and stopped talking.

'Where is the Sayer of the Law?' asked Moreau, and the hairy grey monster stood up.

'Say the words,' said Moreau.

The grey monster and the others began the words of the Law. When they reached 'Don't eat meat or fish. That is the Law,' Moreau held up his hand.

'Stop!' he cried. The crowd was suddenly silent. They looked nervously at their neighbours, waiting for Moreau's next words.

'Someone has broken that Law,' he said.

'No one escapes,' said the Sayer of the Law.

'No one escapes,' repeated the rest of the crowd.

'Who was it?' asked Moreau, looking from face to face. The leopard-man looked worried, and some of the other big cats too.

Moreau stood in front of the leopard-man. 'Who was it?' he asked again in a terrible voice. 'If you break the Law...' he said, turning to the crowd.

'… you go back to the House of Pain,' the crowd continued.

'The House of Pain, the House of Pain!' cried the ape-man in excitement.

Suddenly the leopard-man jumped at Moreau. Moreau fell back. The leopard-man ran away and the crowd followed. I followed with them, behind M'ling and Moreau. I found myself next to the bear-woman. 'No one escapes,' she laughed excitedly as we hurried through the trees.

We ran in the heat of the day for thirty minutes or more. Finally the leopard-man was in a corner of the island and could not escape us. But he was hiding.

We walked slowly towards the sea in a long line.

'Careful!' cried Montgomery. 'He'll move suddenly when we find him.'

'Back to the House of Pain, the House of Pain, the House of Pain,' sang the ape-man.

Suddenly I saw a pair of green eyes shining out from under the plants. It was the leopard-man! I will never forget the fear in those eyes. He already knew the pain that waited for him in Moreau's laboratory.

It was kinder to kill him quickly. I got out my gun and shot him between the eyes. He fell to the ground, dead.

In the same second, two of the other big cats jumped at him and bit deeply into his neck. Other faces came towards us.

'Don't kill him!' cried Moreau. Then he saw that it was too late. 'Damn it, Prendick!' he said. 'I wanted him in the laboratory!'

We pulled the meat-eaters away from the body. Then I walked away from the crowd.

I watched them take the body into the sea. All the animal-people still seemed very excited. I suddenly felt sick as I thought about the sad lives of these monsters. The problem was not only their pain in Moreau's laboratory. They then spent every day of their lives fighting against the animal in them. It was an impossible fight. In secret, they all broke the Law in their different ways. And the fear of the House of Pain never left them.

Chapter eleven

The Puma Escapes

For the next two months, I lived quietly on the island. My dislike of Moreau and his work grew stronger. But soon the strange animal-people did not seem unusual to me.

I watched Montgomery and M'ling together with interest. M'ling was probably the most successful of Moreau's experiments. He was made from a bear, but he had bits of dog and horse in him too. He was not as clever as the ape-man, but he followed orders much better and looked more like a man. He lived in a small hut at the back of our house, not with the other animal-people in their huts. He followed Montgomery like a dog and most of the time Montgomery enjoyed his company. When Montgomery spoke kindly to him, he jumped around happily like an excited child. But after a few whiskies, Montgomery sometimes kicked him or threw stones at him. Even then, M'ling was happy to be at his master's side.

Montgomery and I did not become close friends. After his long time away from ordinary people, he was too strange. He seemed more comfortable with the animal-people than with me. And I stayed away from the animal-people as much as possible.

I dreamed day and night of ways to escape the island. I spent many hours on the beach, looking for ships. But they never came. And then something terrible happened that changed everything.

I woke at six one morning, had breakfast and went outside. Moreau walked past me and said a quick hello. Then he opened the door to his laboratory and went in. After many weeks on the island, I almost did not notice as the cries of the poor puma began for another day.

Then I heard a crash inside the laboratory. Suddenly something was running towards me — not a man, not an animal, but a monster. It had no skin, no face, but terrible yellow eyes, and drops of blood were coming from all over its body. It jumped at me. I held up my arm to protect myself. The monster crashed into me and I fell to the ground. As it ran towards the forest, I tried to get up. But there was a terrible pain in my arm and I could not move. I saw Moreau with blood on his face and a gun in his hand. He looked at me for a second, then followed the monster into the trees.

Finally I stood up. Montgomery arrived.

'The puma!' I cried. 'I was standing near the door, and...' I was silenced by the pain in my arm.

Montgomery had a look at it. 'Well, it's broken,' he said, 'and there's a lot of blood. But it isn't too serious. You'll live. Now, what were you saying about the puma?'

He cleaned my arm as I told him my story.

'Well, there's no sign of them now,' he said. 'I should go and help Moreau. That puma was strong.'

He gave me a gun and walked into the forest. Still in great pain, I went inside. I kept the door open and held the gun in my good hand.

The morning was as calm as death. There was no wind. The sea was like a mirror. I kept my eyes on the place where I last saw Moreau and Montgomery. Where were they now?

I once heard Montgomery shouting 'Moreau! Moreau!' Then nothing. After many hours, I heard a gun shot far away in the forest. A long silence, then another shot. A shout, closer this time. Then silence again. Suddenly, a shot, very near. I looked round the corner and Montgomery was there. There were bits of grass in his hair and there were holes in the knees of his trousers. He looked hot and tired, and very worried. Behind him stood M'ling with a strange brown colour around his mouth. Was that blood?

'Has he come?' cried Montgomery.

'Moreau?' I asked. 'No.'

'Go back inside,' he continued. 'They're all crazy. Crazy! What's happening to them? I need some whisky.'

We went inside, leaving M'ling by the door. After a glass of whisky, Montgomery told me about his morning.

'We've seen no sign of Moreau or the puma. But the animal-people have gone crazy. We met two of the pig-men, and they had blood on their mouths. One of them attacked me. I don't understand it. No one's ever done that before — not even the meat-eaters! Well, I shot one of the pig-men in the head, and M'ling got the other with a bite in the neck. M'ling's damn teeth — probably saved my life today. We met a meat-eater too — one of the big cats — with blood on its mouth and a broken foot. I shot it. Well, it's better to be safe'

'What does it all mean?' I asked.

Montgomery shook his head and picked up the whisky bottle.

I left him with his drink for some time. But he was clearly getting drunk, and that was dangerous on a day like this.

'Listen, Montgomery, something's happened to Moreau,' I said. 'He's been out for too long. We need to find him.'

Montgomery did not want to go. But in the end he agreed. We had a quick lunch, then stepped out into the heat of the day.

Chapter twelve

The Search for Moreau

M'ling went in front. Montgomery followed, with his head down and his hands in his pockets. He could not walk in a straight line because of the whisky. My left arm was tied up and painful, but luckily my right arm was fine. I carried our only gun.

We took a narrow path through the trees. Suddenly M'ling stopped, listening. We listened too. Some animal-people were coming towards us.

'He's dead,' said one voice.

'He isn't dead, he isn't dead,' said another.

'We saw, we saw,' said some others.

There was a few seconds silence, then some crashes in the trees. Finally we saw six faces: the ape-man, the hairy grey Sayer of the Law, and four horse-men.

'What did you say?' asked Montgomery angrily. 'Where's the Master?'

They all looked at their friends. No one spoke. Finally the hairy Sayer of the Law said, 'He's dead. They saw.'

'Where is he?' continued Montgomery.

The hairy grey thing pointed away to our left.

'Is there a Law now?' asked the ape-man. 'Is it still «Don't do this and don't do that»? Is he really dead?'

'Is there a Law?' repeated his friends.

'Is there a Law, Other-with-a-gun? He is dead,' said the Sayer of the Law. They all stood watching us.

Montgomery's eyes were still swimming in whisky. 'Prendick,' he said, 'he's clearly dead, so...'

I thought quickly and stepped towards the animal-men. 'Children of the Law,' I said loudly, 'he is not dead.' M'ling turned his sharp eyes on me, but I continued. 'He has changed his shape… He has changed his body. For some time you won't see him.

'He is… there,' I pointed up to the sky. 'You can't see him, but he can see you. Fear the Law.'

They looked unsure. 'He is great. He is good,' said the ape-man finally, looking fearfully up at the sky.

'And the other thing?' I asked them.

'The Thing-with-blood-and-screams is dead too,' said the Sayer of the Law.

'Good,' said Montgomery to himself.

'The Other-with-the-gun...' began the Sayer of the Law.

'Yes?' I said.

'He says the Master is dead.'

Montgomery was not too drunk to understand my purpose in all this. 'He's not dead,' he said now. 'He's no more dead than I am.'

'Some have broken the Law,' I continued. 'They will die. Some have died already. Show us the Master's old body.'

'It is this way, Walker-with-tears-in-the-sea,' said the Sayer of the Law.

We were following him through the trees when suddenly a rabbit crossed our path. Behind it came a great bear-man, too fast to stop. The Sayer of the Law stepped out of this monster's way. M'ling jumped at it but was pushed off. Montgomery turned to run. Quickly, I pulled out my gun and shot straight into the monster's ugly face. Its face was destroyed, but still it came towards us. It caught Montgomery in its arms as it fell to the ground — dead.

Slowly, Montgomery shook himself out of the monster's lifeless arms. The Sayer of the Law came nervously to look.

'You see,' I said to him. 'The Law is alive. This man is dead because of the Law. No one escapes.'

'No one escapes,' he repeated.

His friends joined him to look at the dead bear-man.

Finally we continued our walk. At the west corner of the island, we found the dead puma. It was shot in the shoulder, and half-eaten too. Then, a few metres away, we found another body. It lay face down, its white hair covered in blood.

With the animal-men's help, we carried Moreau's body slowly back to the house. It was getting dark. We heard many strange noises through the trees but we were not attacked again.

M'ling went off with the other animal-men. Montgomery and I could finally talk.

We have to plan our escape from the island,' I said.

Montgomery was not drunk now, but his mind was very troubled. Life on the island without Moreau was impossible for him to imagine. 'No one wants me in the real world,' he said. 'It's OK for you, Prendick. But this place is the only home that I have. And what about the animal-people? The good ones? They need our protection.'

'What will happen to them if we go?' I asked.

'The meat-eaters will eat the others. They all change back to animals in the end.' He reached for the bottle of whisky and drank a large glass of it. He offered some to me, but I refused. Another glass disappeared down his neck, then another, as he talked about the animal-people.

'M'ling is the only person in the world who has really loved me,' he said drunkenly. 'Where's M'ling? Where is he? I want to have a drink with him. M'ling! M'ling!'

I tried to stop him. 'You can't give him drink. He'll...'

'Get out of my way!' shouted Montgomery. Suddenly his gun was pointing at me. I stepped back. 'Everything's gone wrong,' he cried. 'Tomorrow I'll probably kill myself. But tonight I'm going to have some fun. I'm going to have a party.'

Chapter thirteen

Montgomery's Party

Montgomery turned and went out into the moonlight. 'M'ling! M'ling, old friend!' he shouted.

He found three animal-men on the beach and gave them all a drink. M'ling soon joined them. 'Drink and sing!' Montgomery was shouting. 'Let's have a party!'

The noise of this strange party was loud at first. It got slowly quieter as it moved along the beach. Finally, there was silence. I stood in the moonlight for a few minutes at the door to my room. Then I started to prepare for my escape the next day.

I made a pile in the garden of everything that I needed for the boat: food, clothes, some sheets for sails, containers for water, and much more. A few hours before morning, Montgomery's group returned. They were singing noisily on the beach, and breaking wood for some reason. But I was busy, working by the light of my oil lamp. I soon stopped noticing their noise.

When it was getting light, Montgomery's group finally stopped singing. There was a shout of 'More! More!' Some angry words followed, then a loud scream. The scream worried me. I stood and listened. There were more shouts. Then, suddenly, a gun shot sounded.

I picked up my own gun and hurried towards the noise. As I ran, I kicked some of the things in my pile. There was a crash of broken glass, but I did not stop. Who had the gun, and why were they shooting?

I opened the door and saw a small fire on the beach. Around it was a pile of bodies, fighting. Montgomery was calling my name. I ran towards the fire. I shouted as loudly as possible and shot into the air with my gun.

Someone cried, 'The Master! The Master! 'The group stopped fighting. A number of animal-people ran away in fear and disappeared into the trees. I then turned to the bodies still by the fire.

Montgomery lay on his back with the hairy grey Sayer of the Law on top of him. The hairy monster was dead, but still held Montgomery's neck in its sharp teeth. M'ling lay next to them, with a big bite in his neck and a broken whisky bottle in his hand. Two other bodies lay near the fire. One did not move. The other was crying in pain. It sometimes lifted its head slowly, then dropped it again.

I pulled the Sayer of the Law off Montgomery — not an easy job, with my broken arm. Montgomery looked terrible, but still alive. I put a few drops of sea-water on his face, took off his jacket and rested his head on it. M'ling and the person next to him were dead. The last one's body was badly burnt in the fire, and after a few minutes he was dead too.

I knew very little about medicine. What could I do to help Montgomery? Before I could do anything, I heard a