The world is made up of two classes--the hunters and the huntees.
"Where there are pistol shots, there are men. Where there are men, there is food,"
"Don't be alarmed," said Rainsford, with a smile which he hoped was disarming. "I'm no robber. I fell off a yacht. My name is Sanger Rainsford of New York City."
"My dear fellow," said the general, "there is one that can."
"But no animal can reason," objected Rainsford. "But you can't mean--" gasped Rainsford.
"The choice rests entirely with you. But may I not venture to suggest that you will find my idea of sport more diverting than Ivan's?"
"No, general," he said. "I will not hunt."
"You've done well, Rainsford," the voice of the general called. "Your Burmese tiger pit has claimed one of my best dogs. Again you score. I think, Mr. Rainsford, Ill see what you can do against my whole pack. I'm going home for a rest now. Thank you for a most amusing evening."