sobbing. "Go back in," he said,
taking my arm. "They're mad. They're all rushing about mad. What can
have happened? I don't know. I'll tell you, when my breath comes.
Where's some brandy?"
Montgomery limped before me into the room and sat down in the deck chair.
M'ling flung himself down just outside the doorway and began
panting like a dog. I got Montgomery some brandy-and-water. He
sat staring in front of him at nothing, recovering his breath.
After some minutes he began to tell me what had happened.
He had followed their track for some way. It was plain enough at
first on account of the crushed and broken bushes, white rags torn
from the puma's bandages, and occasional smears of blood on the leaves
of the shrubs and undergrowth. He lost the track, however, on the stony
ground beyond the stream where I had seen the Beast Man drinking,
and went wandering aimlessly westward shouting Moreau's name.
Then M'ling had come to him carrying a light hatchet. M'ling had seen
nothing of the puma affair; had been felling wood, and heard him calling.
They went on shouting together. Two Beast Men came crouching
and peering at them through the undergrowth, with gestures and a
furtive carriage that alarmed Montgomery by their strangeness.
He hailed them, and they fled guiltily. He stopped shouting
after that, and after wandering some time farther in an undecided way,
determined to visit the huts.
He found the ravine deserted.
Growing more alarmed every minute, he began to retrace his steps.
Then it was he encountered the two Swine-men I had seen dancing
on the night of my arrival; blood-stained they were about the mouth,
and intensely excited. They came crashing through the ferns,
and stopped with fierce faces when they saw him. He cracked his whip
in some trepidation, and forthwith they rushed at him. Never before
had a Beast Man dared to do that. One he shot through the head;
M'ling flung himself upon the other, and the two rolled grappling.
M'ling got his brute under and with his teeth in its throat,
and Montgomery shot that too as it struggled in M'ling's grip.
He had some difficulty in inducing M'ling to come on with him.
Thence they had hurried back to me. On the way, M'ling had suddenly
rushed into a thicket and driven out an under-sized Ocelot-man,
also blood-stained, and lame through a wound in the foot.
This brute had run a little way and then turned savagely at bay,
and Montgomery--with a certain
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