"Not I. You have a third between you."
"I want you to think over things, Prendick. In the first place, I never asked you to come upon this island. In the next, we had you drugged last night, had we wanted to work you any mischief; and in the next, now your first panic is over, and you can think a little—is Montgomery here quite up to the character you give him? We have chased you for your good. Because this island is full of… inimical phenomena. Why should we want to shoot you when you have just offered to drown yourself?"
"Why did you set… your people on to me when I was in the hut?"
"We felt sure of catching you and bringing you out of danger. Afterwards we drew away from the scent—for your good."
I mused. It seemed just possible. Then I remembered something again.
"But I saw," said I, "in the enclosure———"
"That was the puma."
"Look here, Prendick," said Montgomery. "You're a silly ass. Come out of the water and take these revolvers, and talk. We can't do anything more then than we could do now."
I will confess that then, and indeed always, I distrusted and dreaded Moreau. But Montgomery was a man I felt I understood.
"Go up the beach," said I, after thinking, and added, "holding your hands up."
"Can't do that," said Montgomery, with an explanatory nod over his shoulder. "Undignified."
"Go up to the trees, then," said I, "as you please."
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