"Nonsense," laughed Rainsford. "This hot weather is making you soft, Whitney. Be a realist. The world is made up of two classes--the hunters and the huntees. Luckily, you and I are hunters."
"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. The cry was pinched off short as the blood-warm waters of the Caribbean Sea dosed over his head."
"His eyes made out the shadowy outlines of a palatial chateau; it was set on a high bluff, and on three sides of it cliffs dived down to where the sea licked greedy lips in the shadows."
You lose Zaroff.
You'll want to start, no doubt. Ishall not follow till dusk. Hunting at night is so much more exciting than by day, don't you think? Au revoir,Mr. Rainsford, au revoir." General Zaroff, with a deep, courtly bow, strolled from the room.
I'm off. See you later
But the hope that was inRainsford's brain when he climbed died, for he saw in the shallow valley that General Zaroff was still on hisfeet. But Ivan was not.
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.