He leaped upon the rail and balanced himself there ... He lunged for it; a short, hoarse cry came from his lips as he realized he had reached too far and had lost his balance.
Rainsford’s eyes discerned was the largest man Rainsford had ever seen—a gigantic creature, solidly made and black bearded to the waist. In his hand the man held a long barreled revolver, and he was pointing it straight at Rainsford’s heart. ...Then Rainsford saw the man’s free hand go to his forehead in a military salute
Rainsford shook his head. “No, general,” he said. “I will not hunt.”
I’ll wager you’ll forget your notions when you go hunting with me....Tonight,” said the general, “we will hunt—you and I.”
A big tree with a thick trunk and outspread branches was nearby, and,..he climbed up into the crotch, and, stretching out on one of the broad limbs... dead tree, delicately with it he covered the mouth of the pit.
Rainsford knew he could do one of two things. He could stay where he was and wait. That was suicide. He could flee... An idea that held a wild chance came to him, and, tightening his belt, he headed away from the swamp.
Mr. Rainsford, Ill see what you can do against my whole pack. I’m going home for a rest now. Thank you for a most amusing evening.”
He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.
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 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.” . . .