Zaroff tells him to wear moccasins, as they will leave a poorer trail and to avoid the southeast corner of the island as there is swamp there with quicksand. He came upon them as he turned a crook in the coast line; and his first thought was that be had come upon a village, for there were many lights. Great Guns, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder. If I wish to hunt, why should I not? Sometimes I think evil is a tangible thing--with wave lengths, just as sound and light have. But the sharp eyes of the hunter stopped before they reached the limb where Rainsford lay; a smile spread over his brown face.
And the stake is not without value, eh? Zaroff is hunting human beings. Rainsford froze there, every muscle tensed for a spring. Rainsford forced himself on toward that gap. In searching for food, he finds a patch of vegetation where a large, bloody animal seems to have recently thrashed about. Perhaps it was his time at war, or his childhood, or perhaps he was simply born with no humanity, but Zaroff lacks the fundamental empathy that makes someone human. He does not wake until the next afternoon when he rises to search for food.
The cocktail was surpassingly good; and, Rainsford noted, the table apointments were of the finest--the linen, the crystal, the silver, the china. I have hunted every kind of game in every land. But I think I can show you that your scruples are quite ill founded. It's clear that the brute put up a fight. They had come from the right, and doggedly he swam in that direction, swimming with slow, deliberate strokes, conserving his strength. I needed a new animal.
With a violent effort, he tore his feet loose. He says that only one man has gotten close to winning and that he eventually had to set his dogs on him. Again he heard the sound, and again. The job was finished at last, and he threw himself down behind a fallen log a hundred feet away. I have heard that in America businessmen often go to pieces when they give up the business that has been their life. Why should I not use my gift? A simple fellow, but, I'm afraid, like all his race, a bit of a savage. Then it was that Rainsford knew the full meaning of terror.
No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. We should have some good hunting up the Amazon. You are proving interesting, Mr. It was a distant sound, faint and wavering, but he knew it. He knew his pursuer was coming; he heard the padding sound of feet on the soft earth, and the night breeze brought him the perfume of the general's cigarette.
He lived a year in a minute. Every day I hunt, and I never grow bored now, for I have a quarry with which I can match my wits. His foot touched the protruding bough that was the trigger. His father was a newspaper reporter who later became a congressman. To hunt, or be hunted. For a moment he stood there, thinking.
It will give you a full dose of thrill, , suspense and excitement just in one sitting. I suggest you wear moccasins; they leave a poorer trail. You are much younger than I am, Mr. He gave no sign that he understood Rainsford's words, or that he had even heard them. Experience first-hand as classic literature dramatically transforms into the world of your imagination like never before! May I pour you another glass of port? He thinks that they can sense danger and evil emanating off the island like waves. He slid down the tree.
The lights of the yacht became faint and ever-vanishing fireflies; then they were blotted out entirely by the night. He tried to wrench it back, but the muck sucked viciously at his foot as if it were a giant leech. The general was saving him for another day's sport! He need not play that game if he doesn't wish to. He was almost on the rocks before he saw them; on a night less calm he would have been shattered against them. When The Most Dangerous Game published, the richest Americans of that time were keen of the big-game hunting in safaris.
He invites Rainsford in for dinner and gives him fresh clothes. Even cannibals wouldn't live in such a God-forsaken place. I was lying in my tent with a splitting headache one night when a terrible thought pushed its way into my mind. The men discuss hunting more and whether or not their prey, in this case jaguars, is capable of fearing death. He caught hold of a springy young sapling and to it he fastened his hunting knife, with the blade pointing down the trail; with a bit of wild grapevine he tied back the sapling. His eyes made out the shadowy outlines of a palatial chateau; it was set on a high bluff, and on three sides of it cliffs dived down to where the sea licked greedy lips in the shadows. Why had he turned back? You can imagine my feelings, Mr.
They can reason, after a fashion. You'll want to start, no doubt. Those fishy blue eyes held a look I never saw there before. He made his way along with his eyes fixed in utmost concentration on the ground before him. Of course you, in turn, must agree to say nothing of your visit here. Rainsford sprang up and moved quickly to the rail, mystified. Despite the prevailing idea that people of color were not considered to be of the same intelligence and personhood as a white man at that time, Rainsford argues that they are still men and that killing them is cold-blooded murder.