An apprehensive night crawled slowly by like a wounded snake, and sleepdid not visit Rainsford, although the silence of a dead world was on thejungle. Toward morning, when a dingy gray was varnishing the sky, the cry ofsome startled bird focused Rainsford’s attention in that direction. Somethingwas coming through the bush, coming slowly, carefully, coming by the samewinding way Rainsford had come. He flattened himself down on the limb, andthrough a screen of leaves almost as thick as tapestry, he watched. The thingthat was approaching was a man.
They are talking at the table over about hunting then Zaroff said how about I hunt you
“I wish to go today,” said Rainsford. He saw the dead black eyes of thegeneral on him, studying him. General Zaroff’s face suddenly brightened.He filled Rainsford’s glass with venerable Chablis from a dusty bottle.“Tonight,” said the general, “we will hunt—you and I.”Rainsford shook his head. “No, General,” he said. “I will not hunt.”The general shrugged his shoulders and delicately ate a hothouse grape.“As you wish, my friend,” he said. “The choice rests entirely with you. Butmay I not venture to suggest that you will find my idea of sport more divertingthan Ivan’s?”
When they confront each other in the bedroom
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 thejungle.”The general sucked in his breath and smiled. “I congratulate you,” he said.“You have won the game.”Rainsford did not smile. “I am still a beast at bay,” he said, in a low, hoarsevoice. “Get ready, General Zaroff.”The general made one of his deepest bows.“I see,” he said. “Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast25 for the hounds.The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford. . . .”