"The cry was pinched off short as the blood-warm waters of the Caribean Sea dosed over his head."
"Where there are pistol shots, there are men. Where there are men there is food."
“General,” said Rainsford firmly, “I wish to leave this island at once.” The general raised his thickets of eyebrows; he seemed hurt. “But, my dear fellow,” the general protested, “you’ve only just come. You’ve had no hunting—”
"Rainsford held his breath. The general’s eyes had left the ground and were traveling inch by inch up the tree. Rainsford froze there, every muscle tensed for a spring. But the sharp eyes of the hunter stopped before they reached the limb where Rainsford lay;"
"He stepped back from the quicksand a dozen feet or so and, like some huge prehistoric beaver, he began to dig."
“Swam,” said Rainsford. “I found it quicker than walking through the jungle.”
"The general made one of his deepest bows. “I see,” he said. “Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford.” . . . He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided."