He leaped upon the rail and placed himself there, to get greater evaluation. His pipe, striking a rope, was knocked from hs mouth. He balanced himself there, to get greater elevation. His pipe, striking a rope, was knocked from his mouth. He lunged for it, a short, hoarse cry came from his lips as he realized he had reached too far.
A lofty structure with pointed towers plunging upward into the gloom. His eyes made out the shadowy outlines of a palatial chateau.
What is this place
The first thing Rainsford's eyes discerned was the largest man Rainsford had ever seen- a gigantic creature, solidly made and black bearded to the waist.
I 'm not a robber. I fell off a yacht. My name is Sanger Rainsford of Ny York City
"But you don't mean" "And why not?" "I can't believe you are serious, General Zaroff. This is a grisly joke." "Why should I not be serious? Iam speaking of hunting" "Hunting? Great guns, General Zaroff. What you speak of is murder."
What you speak of is murder!
Why should I not be serious? I am speaking of hunting.
He shinned excitedly up a tree and looked back. Its pursuers had stopped. But the hopes that was in Rainsford brain when he climbed died, for he saw in the shallows valley hat General Zaroff was still on his feet. But Ivan was not.
"I congradulate you" General Zaroff said. "You have won the game." Rainsford did not smile. "I am still beast at bay," he said, in a low, hoarse voice. "get ready, General Zaroff" The general made one of his deepest bows "I see" he sayid "Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford" He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.