Chapter 18 Chapter Seventeen

Nearly six more weeks passed before I gradually regained my senses, and I have never forgotten these disgraceful experiments of Moreau's disgust.I had an idea to escape from these horrible faces of the Creator's imagination and return to sweet, wholesome human intercourse.My human partners who have been separated until now gradually appear in my memory as graceful and beautiful as idyllic poetry.My first friendship with Montgomery did not enhance my opinion of him, as did his long isolation from men, his secret eccentricities of drinking, and his apparent sympathy for the Orcs.Several times I have let him go among the orcs alone, and I have avoided associating with them as much as possible.

I spent more and more time on the beach, hoping for a sail that never came, that would bring me liberation and freedom, until one day a terrible disaster befell us.This catastrophe has transformed all the strange things around me beyond recognition. About the seventh or eighth week after my arrival on the island--though I don't record the exact time, it must have been long after I was there--the catastrophe struck. The catastrophe occurred early in the morning—about six o'clock.I was up early and had breakfast, woken by the noise of three orcs carrying logs into the paddock. After breakfast I went to the open door of the paddock and stood there smoking a cigar and enjoying the fresh morning air.After a while, Moreau walked around the corner of the paddock and said hello to me.He walked past me, and from behind I heard him unlock the laboratory door and enter.By then, my distaste for the place had grown numb to the sound of the mountain leopard's new day of torment, and I was completely unmoved.That mountain leopard, just like an angry tigress, screamed and ushered in the person who brought him incomparable pain.

Then something happened.To this day I don't know exactly what happened.I only heard a scream behind me, and then the sound of something falling. When I turned around, I saw a terrible face rushing towards me. This face was neither human nor beast, but it was so vicious The human body is creepy, brown in color, full of bright red criss-cross wounds, and bright red blood drips from the wounds, and the two eyelids without lids shoot out flames.I swung my arms to protect myself, but the impact still broke my forearm and knocked me headfirst to the ground, and that big monster wrapped in gauze cotton and fluttering bloody bandages jumped out of me Yes, rushed over.

I rolled down the beach, tried to sit up, but couldn't hold on to my broken arm, and fell down again.After a while, Moreau's figure flashed, his broad white face showed a more frightened expression, blood was still dripping from his forehead, and he held a pistol in one hand.He hardly even glanced at me, and immediately rushed out to follow the mountain leopard. I tried to sit up with the support of my other arm.The bandaged figure in front ran with long strides and bounds along the sand, and Moreau followed closely behind her. She turned her head and saw Moreau, then suddenly quickened her pace and ran towards the bushes.With each leap she left Morrow a few steps back, I saw her dove headfirst into the bushes.Moreau shot diagonally to stop her, but the shot missed, and then the mountain leopard disappeared deep into the dense bushes.Moreau then also disappeared in the chaotic jungle with green branches and green leaves.

I stared in their direction.After a while, my wounded arm was burning with pain. I groaned and stood up unsteadily.Montgomery also appeared at the gate of the paddock, dressed and pistol in hand. "Oh, Prendick!" he said, unaware that I was hurt. "The beast wasn't fastened! The shackles and straps nailed to the wall were torn off. Did you see them?" He said, and suddenly saw me holding my injured arm tightly, "What's the matter?" "I'm standing at the door," I said. He came up and took my arm. "Blood all over the sleeves," he said, rolling up my flannel sleeves.He put the pistol in his pocket, and after touching my wounded arm, which caused me great pain, he led me into the house.

"Your arm is broken," he said, and then, "Tell me how it all happened—what happened?" I told him what I had witnessed.As I spoke, I gasped in pain, so the sentences were fragmented and intermittent.In a short time, he bound up my injured arm deftly and nimbly.He slung my injured arm over his shoulder, took a few steps back, and looked at me. "All right," he said. "What now?" he wondered.With that, he went out and locked the gate of the paddock.After a while, he disappeared. Right now, I'm mostly concerned with my injured arm.The incident appears to be just another one in the wake of many horrific incidents.I must admit, I sat in the deck chair, cursing the island viciously in my heart.When the arm was first injured, it was just numb, but when Montgomery reappeared, it was already burning like fire.

He was rather pale, and his lower lip was drawn down more than usual, exposing more of his lower gums. "I couldn't find him or hear him," he said. "I kept thinking that he might need my help." He stared at me blankly. It was a very strong beast," he said, "and she simply wrenched her chains off the wall. " He went to the window, then to the door, stood there, and turned to me. "I've got to go find him," he said, "and here's a pistol I can leave for you. To be honest, I'm a little worried for some reason." He took out the pistol, put it on the table within easy reach of me, and walked out, leaving behind an air of contagious panic.After he left, I did not sit for long, and went to the door with the pistol in my hand.

That morning, there was a silence like death.There was not a breath of wind, the sea was like a polished mirror, the sky was cloudless, and the beach was deserted.In my half-excited, half-heated state, the atmosphere of total silence overwhelmed me. I tried to whistle, but I couldn't get any tunes down.I cursed quietly again—for the second time that morning.Then I went to the corner of the paddock again, and peered into the thickets of greenery deep inside the island that had swallowed Moreau and Montgomery.When can they come back?What happened? A moment later, on the sand far above, a little gray orc appeared, and he ran down to the water's edge and began kicking and splashing.I wandered back to the door, back to the corner, and started pacing up and down like a sentinel on duty.Once, I was suddenly attracted by the sound of Montgomery shouting in the distance.

"Hello?? Moreau!" My injured arm doesn't hurt as much as it did at first, but it's hot.I feel hot and thirsty.The figure on the ground is getting shorter and shorter.I watched the looming figure in the distance until he walked away again.Are Morrow and Montgomery really gone for good? Three seabirds started fighting over some stranded treasures. A moment later, from a distance behind the paddock, I heard gunfire.A long silence followed, followed by another shot.Then came the howling which came nearer and nearer, and again a dull, eerie silence.I began to keep thinking of the worst, which made me feel very distressed. While I was talking, another shot was fired suddenly nearby.

I went to the corner of the paddock and was startled to see Montgomery, flushed, with disheveled hair, and his trousers hung at the knee.He had a look of extreme panic.Behind him, Mling the orc followed stoopingly, his chin stained with ominous brown stains. "Is he back?" he said. "Moreau?" I said. "No." "My God!" panted Montgomery, almost sobbing. "Go inside," he said, holding my arm, "they're crazy. They're all crazy, running around. What the hell happened? I don't know. I'll tell you when I catch my breath. Brandy, where is it?"

He limped ahead of me, entered the house, and sat in the recliner.Mling sat down just outside the doorway, panting like a dog.I brought Montgomery brandy and water.He sat there, staring straight ahead, and gradually stopped breathing heavily.After a few minutes, he started telling me what had happened. He followed their tracks for a distance.At first, it was very easy to find the trail, because the bushes and grass were trampled or broken along the way they walked, and there were also white rags from the bandages on the torn mountain leopard, and sometimes bushes could be seen Blood stains on bushes and leaves. But it's just beyond the creek where I've seen orcs sip water.Montgomery lost track of them because of the stones everywhere, so he called Moreau's name and ran aimlessly to the west.By then Mling had come to Montgomery with a shiny axe.Mling, who knew nothing about the mountain leopard, had been cutting logs, and had come to hear his cries.They both shouted and walked together.Two orcs came and crouched in the bushes, peering out at them.Montgomery had never seen them before, and this was a great shock to him.He shouted at them, and they ran off guiltily.After that, he stood there and shouted for a long time, and then turned around in an uncertain manner for a while, before deciding to go to the cave where the orcs lived.He found that the canyon was empty. Now, growing more and more panicked, he began to retrace his steps.After a while, this time he personally met the two pigmen who I had seen dancing that night when I first arrived on the island. Their mouths were covered with blood and they were in a state of extreme excitement.They ran through the dense fern bushes, and when they saw Montgomery, they stopped abruptly, showing a fierce look on their faces. Montgomery cracked his whip with trembling hands and feet, and they rushed towards him at once, as no orc had dared to do before.Montgomery shot one guy through the head, and Mling threw himself on the other pig, and the two rolled into a ball. Mu Ling pressed the pig man under him and bit into his throat.While the pig was dying in Mling's grasp, Montgomery shot him too.It was with some difficulty that he got Mling on the road again. So they came back to me in a hurry.On the way, Mu Ling suddenly rushed into a dense forest and chased out a small ocelot man. This guy was also covered in blood, one foot was injured, and he was limping when he ran.The beast hadn't run far, and was cornered because of being pursued, and it turned around ferociously in a fight between trapped beasts.Montgomery, I think, shot him with some sort of recklessness. "What's all this about?" I said. He shook his head, and grabbed the brandy again, begging for help.