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tropical afternoon is a singularly vivid impression. M'ling went first, his shoulder hunched, his strange black
head moving with quick starts as he peered first on this side of the way and then on that. He was unarmed; his
axe he had dropped when he encountered the Swine-man. Teeth were his weapons, when it came to fighting.
Montgomery followed with stumbling footsteps, his hands in his pockets, his face downcast; he was in a state
of muddled sullenness with me on account of the brandy. My left arm was in a sling (it was lucky it was my
left), and I carried my revolver in my right. Soon we traced a narrow path through the wild luxuriance of the
island, going northwestward; and presently M'ling stopped, and became rigid with watchfulness. Montgomery
almost staggered into him, and then stopped too. Then, listening intently, we heard coming through the trees
the sound of voices and footsteps approaching us.
"He is dead," said a deep, vibrating voice.
"He is not dead; he is not dead," jabbered another.
"We saw, we saw," said several voices.
"Hullo!" suddenly shouted Montgomery, "Hullo, there!"
"Confound you!" said I, and gripped my pistol.
There was a silence, then a crashing among the interlacing vegetation, first here, then there, and then
half-a-dozen faces appeared,-- strange faces, lit by a strange light. M'ling made a growling noise in his throat.
I recognised the Ape-man: I had indeed already identified his voice, and two of the white-swathed
brown-featured creatures I had seen in Montgomery's boat. With these were the two dappled brutes and that
grey, horribly crooked creature who said the Law, with grey hair streaming down its cheeks, heavy grey
eyebrows, and grey locks pouring off from a central parting upon its sloping forehead,--a heavy, faceless
thing, with strange red eyes, looking at us curiously from amidst the green.
For a space no one spoke. Then Montgomery hiccoughed, "Who--said he was dead?"
The Monkey-man looked guiltily at the hairy-grey Thing. "He is dead," said this monster. "They saw."
There was nothing threatening about this detachment, at any rate. They seemed awestricken and puzzled.
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"Where is he?" said Montgomery.
"Beyond," and the grey creature pointed.
"Is there a Law now?" asked the Monkey-man. "Is it still to be this and that? Is he dead indeed?"
"Is there a Law?" repeated the man in white. "Is there a Law, thou Other with the Whip?"
"He is dead," said the hairy-grey Thing. And they all stood watching us.
"Prendick," said Montgomery, turning his dull eyes to me. "He's dead, evidently."
I had been standing behind him during this colloquy. I began to see how things lay with them. I suddenly
stepped in front of Montgomery and lifted up my voice:--"Children of the Law," I said, "he is not dead!"
M'ling turned his sharp eyes on me. "He has changed his shape; he has changed his body," I went on. "For a
time you will not see him. He is--there," I pointed upward, "where he can watch you. You cannot see him, but
he can see you. Fear the Law!"
I looked at them squarely. They flinched.
"He is great, he is good," said the Ape-man, peering fearfully upward among the dense trees.
"And the other Thing?" I demanded.
"The Thing that bled, and ran screaming and sobbing,--that is dead too," said the grey Thing, still regarding
me.
"That's well," grunted Montgomery.
"The Other with the Whip--" began the grey Thing.
"Well?" said I.
"Said he was dead."
But Montgomery was still sober enough to understand my motive in denying Moreau's death. "He is not
dead," he said slowly, "not dead at all. No more dead than I am."
"Some," said I, "have broken the Law: they will die. Some have died. Show us now where his old body
lies,--the body he cast away because he had no more need of it."
"It is this way, Man who walked in the Sea," said the grey Thing.
And with these six creatures guiding us, we went through the tumult of ferns and creepers and tree-stems
towards the northwest. Then came a yelling, a crashing among the branches, and a little pink homunculus
rushed by us shrieking. Immediately after appeared a monster in headlong pursuit, blood-bedabbled, who was
amongst us almost before he could stop his career. The grey Thing leapt aside. M'ling, with a snarl, flew at it,
and was struck aside. Montgomery fired and missed, bowed his head, threw up his arm, and turned to run. I
fired, and the Thing still came on; fired again, point-blank, into its ugly face. I saw its features vanish in a
flash: its face was driven in. Yet it passed me, gripped Montgomery, and holding him, fell headlong beside
him and pulled him sprawling upon itself in its death-agony.
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