The game is basically to stay away from General Zaroff for three days and the award is freedom, although the general has never lost. They can crush a ship as easily as I crush this nut. Twenty feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed. He expresses a lack of empathy for the plight of the hunted. It's also a good story to teach about dialogue. Following the trail with the sureness of a bloodhound came General Zaroff. If anyone should try to get into my house--or out of it--something extremely regrettable would occur to him.
The hounds raised their voices as they hit the fresh scent. Looking back, he sees that Zaroff remains standing, but the booby-trap has apparently killed Ivan. He heard it again; then it was cut short by another noise, crisp, staccato. I shall not follow till dusk. A small, glittering object not far away caught Rainsford's eye and he picked it up.
The ground grew softer under his moccasins; the vegetation grew ranker, denser; insects bit him savagely. At the great table the general was sitting, alone. He soon comes to a bloody, torn-up patch of vegetation where a large animal had thrashed about. Rainsford, with an effort, held his tongue in check. See Wikipedia's for further suggestions.
Three feet from the pit a man was standing, with an electric torch in his hand. Ten minutes of determined effort brought another sound to his ears--the most welcome he had ever heard--the muttering and growling of the sea breaking on a rocky shore. There is no greater bore than perfection. Whenever he looked up from his plate he found the general studying him, appraising him narrowly. His whole idea at first was to put distance between himself and General Zaroff; and, to this end, he had plunged along, spurred on by the sharp rowers of something very like panic.
Without realizing it, Whitney admits that his perception of the island has sparked a sense of dread in him, just as perceived danger induces fear in an animal. Presumably, Zaroff is killed and fed to the hounds. Ah, well, doubtless you had Puritan ancestors. He shinned excitedly up a tree and looked back. 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.
It was in Africa that the Cape buffalo hit me and laid me up for six months. General Zaroff did not appear until luncheon. And you shoot down men? You've a genuine new thrill in store for you, Mr. Dusk came, then darkness, and still he pressed on. Now, you mustn't laugh when I tell you this--I did feel something like a sudden chill. Zaroff hints, however, that he has found a new kind of animal to hunt, one with courage, cunning, and reason.
Two slight annoyances kept him from perfect enjoyment. The softness of the earth had given him an idea. On an especially dark night, Sanger Rainsford and his friend Whitney are sailing on a yacht heading to the Amazon to hunt jaguars. While he shares both an interest in hunting and a refined nature with Zaroff, Rainsford believes Zaroff s sport to be brutal and Zaroff himself to be a murderer. Ivan : Zaroff's Russian servant and hunting partner.
He sought to throw open the door; it would not open. With no real choice, Rainsford accepts his supplies from Ivan and leaves the chateau. General Zaroff: this guy is nuts. Rainsford is an American hunter of world renown, and is immediately recognized by General Zaroff as the author of a book on hunting snow leopards in Tibet. Zaroff tells him that if he survives three days in the jungle, he will be returned to the mainland, but he must tell no one of Zaroff s hunt. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. At ten he went up to his bedroom.