the most dangerous game
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- 'Well, I think I'll turn in now Rainsford."
- "I'm not sleepy, I'm going to smoke another pipe up on the afterdeck."
- "Pistol shot" muttered Rainsford, swimming on.
- Someone had fired a gun, three times. Rainsford moved quickly to the rail, mystified. He leaped onto the rail and balanced himself there. He had lost his balance. The cry was pinched off short as the blood-warm waters of the Caribbean sea closed over his head.
- "Don't be alarmed, I fell off my yacht . My name is Sanger Rainsford of New York City."
- The door opened then, opened as suddenly as if it were on a spring, and Rainsford stood blinking in the river of glaring gold light that poured out. The first thing Rainsford's eyes discerned was the largest man Rainsford has ever seen.
- "I've read your book about hunting snow leopards in Tiber, you see. I am General Zaroff. Do you think the champagne has suffered from this long ocean trip?"
- "Not at the least."
- Rainsford had flattened himself down on the limb, and through a screen of leaves almost as thick as tapestry, he watched. The thing that was approaching was was a man. It was General Zaroff. He made his way along with his eyes fixed in utmost concentration on the ground before him. He paused, almost beneath the tree, dropped to his knees, and studied the ground. Rainsford impulse was to hurl himself down like a panther, but he saw that the general's right hand held something metallic, a small automatic pistol.
- "Swam, I found it quicker than walking through the jungle."
- "I congratulate you, you have won the game."
- "Rainsford, how in gods name did you get here?"
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