"Off there to the right somewhere is a large island," said Whitney." It's rather a mystery"
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.
He struggled up to the surface and tried to cry out, but the wash from the speeding yacht slapped him in the face and the salt water in his open mouth made him gag and strangle.
"Mirage," thought Rainsford. But it was no mirage, he found, when he opened the tall spiked iron gate.
"Your Burmese tiger pit has claimed one of my best dogs. Again you score.
"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."