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He lunged for it. He realized he and reached to far and had lost his balance . He struggled up to the surface and tried to cry out , but the wash from the speeding yacht slapped him in the face.
The first thing Rainsford's eyes discerned was the largest man Rainsford had ever seen--a gigantic creature. In his hand the man held a long-barreled revolver, and he was pointing it straight at Rainsford's heart.Another man was coming down the broad marble steps, an erect, slender man in evening clothes. He advanced to Rainsford and held out his hand.. "I am General Zaroff."
The dining room to which Ivan conducted him was in many ways remarkable.You'll have a cocktail, Mr. Rainsford."It's a game, you see," pursued the general blandly. "I suggest to one of them that we go hunting. I give him a supply of food and an excellent hunting knife. I give him three hours' start. I am to follow, armed only with a pistol of the smallest caliber and range.
He slid down from the tree, and struck off again into the woods.That had been a placid pastime compared to his digging now. The pit grew deeper; when it was above his shoulders, he climbed out and from some hard saplings cut stakes and sharpened them to a fine point. These stakes he planted in the bottom of the pit with the points sticking up. crackle of the breaking branches as the cover of the pit gave way; he heard the sharp scream of pain "You've done well, Rainsford," the voice of the general called. "Your Burmese tiger pit has claimed one of my best dogs. Again you score.
They would be on him any minute now. His mind worked frantically. He thought of a native trick he had learned in Uganda. He slid down the tree. He caught hold of a springy young sapling and to it he fastened his hunting knife, with the blade pointing down the trail; with a bit of wild grapevine he tied back the sapling. Then he ran for his life. General Zaroff was still on his feet. But Ivan was not. The knife, driven by the recoil of the springing tree, had not wholly failed. Rainsford had hardly tumbled to the ground when the pack took up the cry again.
A man, who had been hiding in the curtains of the bed, was standing there. "Rainsford!" screamed the general. "How in God's name did you get here?" "Swam," said Rainsford. "I found it quicker than walking through the jungle." The general sucked in his breath and smiled. "I congratulate you," he said. "You have won the game. Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds.He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.
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