“Was he not made?” said the ape-man. “He said⁠—he said he was made.”

The satyr-man looked curiously at me. “The third with the whip, he that walks weeping into the sea, has a thin white face.”

“He has a thin long whip,” said Montgomery.

“Yesterday he bled and wept,” said the satyr. “You never bleed nor weep. The master does not bleed or weep.”

“Ollendorffian beggar!” said Montgomery, “you’ll bleed and weep if you don’t look out!”

“He has five fingers, he is a five-man like me,” said the ape-man.

“Come along, Prendick,” said Montgomery, taking my arm; and I went on with him.

The satyr and the ape-man stood watching us and making other remarks to each other.