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Quatermain quickly drew his twin pistols and aimed them at the monsters. Each time the bullets struck the creatures, the creatures would stager back, but no serious damage appeared to be done.
Mowgli fought surprisingly well for an unarmed mortal. His sheer strength and agility kept the monsters away from him, if only by the length of their weapons. Still, the times the sharp blades touched the savage's body were few and far between, and the boy barely reacted to the injuries.
Skinner was by far the best of the fighters. As much as the monsters tried, they could not adjust to battling an unseen opponent. Tree branches would fly up and knock several creatures to the ground, and the creatures wouldn't know what hit them.
As the blade of a sword dropped through the air and nearly landed on Mowgli's shoulder, the boy ducked out of the way and managed to twist the weapon out of the attacking monster's hand. The sword dropped into the sand below and skidded towards Quatermain.
The famed hunter holstered his pistols and took the sword in hand. Sparks flew as blade crashed against blade. Soon Quatermain found himself hacking limbs off of his opponents. It was actually a rather comical sight. The monsters would still show no pain but would look blankly at the places their body parts had once been. Quatermain found it especially gratifying to remove legs, as the monsters would topple over after a few seconds and not seem to understand why.
As skilled as he was, Quatermain found he had trouble holding his own against a battle axe, especially when it was wielded masterfully by the talking monster. Quatermain lost his balance and fell backwards over a steep cliff. He felt himself rolling, and then everything around him faded to black.
The creaking of the dungeon door woke Dr. Jekyll. He looked from his companion, who was keenly staring at the door, to a puddle of water below. The face of Mr. Edward Hyde looked up from the puddle.
"I hope they're bringing dinner, Henry," rasped Hyde. "I'm starved!"
"Calm yourself, Edward," muttered Jekyll.
Quasimodo entered. The sound of clanging could be heard as he placed several metallic objects on the ground.
"He must have read our lips!" exclaimed Nemo excitedly. "It's all the parts we need to build a radio transmitter."
Quasimodo released Jekyll and Nemo from their shackles.
"I'll need your assistance, doctor," said Nemo. Jekyll gazed down into the puddle.
"Did you hear that, Edward?" he asked. "He needs my assistance, not yours. Mine!"
Quatermain's head throbbed as he awoke from his slumber. He was hoping to see the walls of his familiar room in Kenya. Instead, he awoke to the harsh realities of nature.
He was still alive. He could at least thank the Lord for that. He rolled onto his back, howling in pain as he did so. He looked above him and saw the steep hill he had rolled down. It truly was a miracle that he was still alive.
In a moment, a dark shadow fell over Quatermain. Long, black hair fell into his face. Then Quatermain felt himself being hoisted up. His entire body felt sore, but nothing seemed to be broken. Another miracle.
"Where's Skinner?" Quatermain asked Mowgli.
The wolf boy just shrugged his shoulders. Quatermain cursed.
"Those infernal creatures must have got him, too!" he said. "We don't have a moment to lose, boy. To that bloody stone castle!"
After hours that seemed like years, Jekyll and Nemo had finished constructing the device. Nemo immediately began hitting buttons and flipping switches.
"Nautilus!" he cried. "Nautilus! Do you read me?"
Footsteps fell behind the two men. They spun around to behold Victor Frankenstein.
"Well, well, well," said Frankenstein. "What have we here? It looks like you boys and I need to have a little talk."