"'Rainsford,' called the general, ' if your are within sound of my voice, as I suppose you are, let me congratulate you. Not many men knew how to make a Malay mancatcher. Luckily for me I, too, have hunted in Malacca. You are proving interesting, Mr. Rainsford, I am going now to have my wound dressed: it's only a slight one. but I shall be back. I shall be back.'"
" Then, as he stepped forward, his foot sank into the ooze. He tried to wrench it back, but the muck sucked viciously at his foot as if it were a giant leech. With a violent effort, he tore his foot loose. He knew where he was now. Death Swamp and its quicksand.
" Rainsford did not smile. ' I am still a beast at bay, ' he said, in a low, hoarse voice. ' Get ready, General Zaroff."