The Most Dangerous Game

נסה את זה בחינם!

For the hunter, not the jaguar.
Hunting, the best sport in the world.
Somewhere, off in the blackness, someone had fired a gun three times.
Rainsford remembered the shots. they had come from the right, and doggedly hre swam in that direction.
The first thing Rainsford's eyes discerned was the largest man he had ever seen.
Don't be alarmed, I'm no robber. I fell off a yacht. My name is Sanger Rainsford of New York City.
Hunting? Good god, General Zaroff what you speak of is murder!
God makes some men poets. Some he makes kings, some beggars, Me he made a hunter
I had to invent a new animal to hunt...Everyday I hunt and I never grow bored now, for I have a quarry that can match my wits
He executed a series of intricate loops; he doubled on his trail again and again, recalling all the lore of the fox hunt...
"Your Burmese tiger pit has claimed one ofmy best dogs. Again you score.
YELP!
He had to stop to get his breath. The baying of the hounds stopped abruptly, and Rainsford's heart stoppedtoo. They must have reached the knife...r he saw in the shallow valley that General Zaroff was still on hisfeet. But Ivan was not. The knife, driven by the recoil of the springing tree, had not wholly failed.
The general made one of his deepest bows. "I see," he said. "Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for thehounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford." . . .He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.

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