"Toward morning, when adingy gray was varnishing the sky, the cry ofsome startled bird focused Rainsford’s atten-tion in that direction."
"It was General Zaroff . He"It was General Zaroff . He made his way along with hiseyes fixed in utmost concentration on the ground before him. He paused, almostbeneath the tree, droppedto his knees and studied theground."
"—a small automaticpistol. The hunter shook his head several times, asif he were puzzled. Then he straightened up andtook from his case one of his black cigarettes;its pungent incense like smoke floated up toRainsford's nostrils.
I can't panic. I just need to RUN!
"Rainsford froze there,every muscle tensed for a spring. But the sharpeyes of the hunter stopped before they reached the limb where Rainsford lay; a smile spread over his brown face. "
AHA! You can never hide from me.
"Rainsford’s second thought was even more terrible. It sent a shudder of cold horror through his wholebeing. Why had the generalsmiled? Why had he turnedback?"
“I will not lose my nerve. I will not.”He slid down from the tree and struck offagain into the woods. His face was set and heforced the machinery of his mind to function."