''Following the trail with the sureness of a bloodhound came General Zaroff. Nothing escaped those searchingblack eyes, no crushed blade of grass, no bent twig, no mark, no matter how faint, in the moss. So intent wasthe Cossack on his stalking that he was upon the thing Rainsford had made before he saw it. His foot touchedthe protruding bough that was the trigger. Even as he touched it, the general sensed his danger and leapedback with the agility of an ape. But he was not quite quick enough; the dead tree, delicately adjusted to reston the cut living one, crashed down and struck the general a glancing blow on the shoulder as it fell; but forhis alertness, he must have been smashed beneath it. He staggered, but he did not fall; nor did he drop hisrevolver. He stood there, rubbing his injured shoulder, and Rainsford, with fear again gripping his heart,heard the general's mocking laugh ring through the jungle.
''Bleak darkness was blacking out the sea and jungle when Rainsford sighted the lights. He came upon them as he turned a crook in the coast line; and his first thought was that be had come upon a village, for there were many lights. But as he forged along he saw to his great astonishment that all the lights were in one enormous building--a lofty structure with pointed towers plunging upward into the gloom'
''It was to a huge, beam-ceilinged bedroom with a canopied bed big enough for six men that Rainsfordfollowed the silent giant. Ivan laid out an evening suit, and Rainsford, as he put it on, noticed that it camefrom a London tailor who ordinarily cut and sewed for none below the rank of duke.''