"He flattened himself down on the limb,and through a screen of leaves almost as thickas tapestry, he watched. Th ething that was approachingwas a man."
"He paused, almost beneath the tree, droppedto his knees and studied the ground. Rainsford’s impulsewas to hurl himself down like a panther, but he saw the general’s right hand held something metallic—a small automaticpistol."
"Rainsford held his breath. The general’s eyes had left the ground and were traveling inch by inch up the tree. Rainsford froze there, every muscle tensed for a spring. But the sharp eyes of the hunter stopped before they reachedthe limb where Rainsford lay;"
"Very deliberately he blew a smoke ring into the air; then he turned hisback on the tree and walked carelessly away, back along the trail he had come. The swish of the underbrush against his hunting boots grew fainter and fainter."
"Rainsford’s second thought was even more ter-rible. It sent a shudder of cold horror through his whole being. Why had the general smiled? Why had he turned back?"
"Rainsford did not want to believe what his reason told him was true, but the truth was as evident as the sun that had by now pushed through the morning mists. The general was playing with him! The general was saving him for another day’s sport!"