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- Desperately he struck out with strong strokes after the recedinglights of the yacht, but he stopped before he had swum fifty feet.A certain coolheadedness had come to him;
- He was almoston the rocks before he saw them; on a night less calm he wouldhave been shattered against them. With his remaining strength he dragged himself from the swirling waters. He flunghimself down at the jungle edge and tumbled headlong intothe deepest sleep of his life.
- Another man was comingdown the broad marble steps, an erect, slender man in eveningclothes. I am General Zaroff. He had high cheekbones, a sharp-cut nose, a spare, darkface, the face of a man used to giving orders, the face of an aris-tocrat.
- “I was about to have my dinner when you came. I’ll wait foryou.
- I give him three hours’ start. I amto follow, armed only with a pistol of the smallest caliber andrange. If my quarry eludes me for three whole days, he wins thegame. If I find him”—the general smiled—“he loses.”
- Twenty feet belowhim the sea rumbled and hissed. Rainsford hesitated. He heardthe hounds. Then he leapt far out into the sea
- “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.”The general made one of his deepest bows. “I see,” hesaid. “Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast34 for thehounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed.
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