He leaped upon the rail and balanced himself there, to get greater elevation; his pipe, striking a rope, was knocked from his mouth. 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.
Pistol shot,” muttered Rainsford, swimming on.
“I want to show you my new collection of heads. Will you come with me to the library? “Ah, indeed?” the general inquired solicitously. “Well, I suppose that’s only natural, after your long swim. You need a good, restful night’s sleep. Tomorrow you’ll feel like a new man, I’ll wager. Then we’ll hunt, eh?
“You’ve done well, Rainsford,” the voice of the general called. “Your Burmese tiger pit has claimed one of my best dogs. Again you score. I think, Mr. Rainsford, I’ll see what you can do against my whole pack. I’m going home for a rest now. Thank you for a most amusing evening.”
you've done well
The general sucked in his breath and smiled. “I congratulate you,” he said. “You have won the game.”  Rainsford did not smile. “I am still a beast at bay,” he said, in a low, hoarse voice. “Get ready, General Zaroff.”
“You have won the game.”
The general made one of his deepest bows. “I see,” he said. “Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast57 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.