"his pipe striking a rope, was knocked from his mouth. He lunged for it ; a short horse came from his his lips as he reached to far"
"Don't be alarmed," said Rainsford, with a smile which he hoped was disarming. "I'm no robber. I fell off a yacht. My name is Sanger Rainsford of New York City."
The general smiled. "No," he said. "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. I live for danger, Mr. Rainsford."
"Rainsford had fought his way through the bush for two hours. "I must keep my nerve. I must keep my nerve," he said through tight teeth."
"But the hope that was in Rainsford's brain when he climbeddied, for he saw in the shallow valley that General Zaroff was still onhis feet. 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 the hounds. The other will sleep inthis very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford." . . .He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided."