"Rainsfors held his breath. The generals eyes had left the ground and were traveling invh by inch up the tree. Rainsford froze there, every muscle tensed for a spring. But the shard eyes of the hunter stopped before they reached the limb where rainsford lay. A smile spread over his face...Very dileberatly he blew a smoke ring in the air and left."
" "Rainsford," called the general "If you are within the sound of my voice, as I suppose you are, let me congragulate you. Not many men know how to make a malay mancatcher. Luckily for me I, too, have hunted in malacca. Youa are proving interesting . Mr Rainsford. I am going now to have my wound dressed; Its only a slight one"
"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."
The general made one of his deepest bows. "I see," he said. "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.
"Rainsford had hardly tumbled to the ground when the pack took up the cry again."Nerve, nerve, nerve!" he panted, as he dashed along. A blue gap showed between the trees dead ahead. Ever nearer drew the hounds. Rainsford forced himself on toward that gap. He reached it. It was the shore of the sea. Across a cove he could see the gloomy gray stone of the chateau. Twenty feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed. Rainsford hesitated. He heard the hounds. Then he leaped far out into the sea. . . ."