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The Island of Doctor Moreau

The Crying of the Man
AS I drew near the house I saw that the light shone from the open door of my room; and
then I heard coming from out of the darkness at the side of that orange oblong of light,
the voice of Montgomery shouting, "Prendick!" I continued running. Presently I heard
him again. I replied by a feeble "Hullo!" and in another moment had staggered up to him.
"Where have you been?" said he, holding me at arm's length, so that the light from the
door fell on my face. "We have both been so busy that we forgot you until about half an
hour ago." He led me into the room and set me down in the deck chair. For awhile I was
blinded by the light. "We did not think you would start to explore this island of ours
without telling us," he said; and then, "I was afraid--But--what--Hullo!"
My last remaining strength slipped from me, and my head fell forward on my chest. I
think he found a certain satisfaction in giving me brandy.
"For God's sake," said I, "fasten that door."
"You've been meeting some of our curiosities, eh?" said he.
He locked the door and turned to me again. He asked me no questions, but gave me some
more brandy and water and pressed me to eat. I was in a state of collapse. He said
something vague about his forgetting to warn me, and asked me briefly when I left the
house and what I had seen.
I answered him as briefly, in fragmentary sentences. "Tell me what it all means," said I,
in a state bordering on hysterics.
"It's nothing so very dreadful," said he. "But I think you have had about enough for one
day." The puma suddenly gave a sharp yell of pain. At that he swore under his breath.
"I'm damned," said he, "if this place is not as bad as Gower Street, with its cats."
"Montgomery," said I, "what was that thing that came after me? Was it a beast or was it a
man?"
"If you don't sleep to-night," he said, "you'll be off your head to-morrow."
I stood up in front of him. "What was that thing that came after me?" I asked.
He looked me squarely in the eyes, and twisted his mouth askew. His eyes, which had
seemed animated a minute before, went dull. "From your account," said he, "I'm thinking
it was a bogle."
I felt a gust of intense irritation, which passed as quickly as it came. I flung myself into
the chair again, and pressed my hands on my forehead. The puma began once more.
 
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