Then, Zaroff and his men appear, carrying Martin's body. The revolver pointing as rigidly as if the giant were a statue. This is a grisly joke. Even as he touched it, the general sensed his danger and leaped back with the agility of an ape. The ship suddenly runs aground, causing the ship to take on water and heave violently. But I think I can show you that your scruples are quite ill founded.
His foot touched the protruding bough that was the trigger. Me He made a hunter. Your strength and stamina against mine. That had been a placid pastime compared to his digging now. The deplorable part of it was that Lazarus followed him. The last shot was when he trailed it here and finished it. I think I may say, in all modesty, that I have done a rare thing.
Zaroff toys with Rainsford, declining to murder him three times to prolong the game. And the stake is not without value, eh? I went into the army--it was expected of noblemen's sons--and for a time commanded a division of Cossack cavalry, but my real interest was always the hunt. Hunting at night is so much more exciting than by day, don't you think? Zaroff is bored with killing typical game such as tigers, elephants, and water buffalo. When I shot some of his prize turkeys with it, he did not punish me; he complimented me on my marksmanship. Nothing escaped those searching black eyes, no crushed blade of grass, no bent twig, no mark, no matter how faint, in the moss. Zaroff, a Cossack, commanded a cavalry division in the Russian army until the Bolsheviks revolted in 1917 and installed a communist government that abolished aristocracy and the class system.
They're from the Spanish bark San Lucar that had the bad luck to go on the rocks out there. The celebrated hunter Sanger Rainsford, while aboard a yacht cruising in the Caribbean, falls into the sea. You shall see for yourself tomorrow. He finds evidence of the hunt he overheard and wonders, upon finding empty cartridges, why anyone would use a small gun to hunt what was, according to the evidence, obviously a large animal. These stakes he planted in the bottom of the pit with the points sticking up. Do you think we've passed that island yet? I'm really not feeling well.
This incident and the discussion the two subsequently have about hunters and the hunted serve as foreshadowing of what Rainsford is about to endure. Even so zealous a hunter as General Zaroff could not trace him there, he told himself; only the devil himself could follow that complicated trail through the jungle after dark. The knife, driven by the recoil of the springing tree, had not wholly failed. Jagged crags appeared to jut up into the opaqueness; he forced himself upward, hand over hand. I have but one passion in my life, Mr. Please by adding more descriptive text and removing.
I shall not follow till dusk. He need not play that game if he doesn't wish to. Rainsford decides to set a trap for Zaroff. 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 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.
When the general and his pack reached the place by the sea, the Cossack stopped. I'll wager you'll forget your notions when you go hunting with me. It was a distant sound, faint and wavering, but he knew it. But as he forged along he saw to his great astonishment that all the lights were in one enormous building--a lofty structure with pointed towers plunging upward into the gloom. Rainsford, crouching there, could not see the general, nor could he see the pit. The hunter shook his head several times, as if he were puzzled.
The cocktail was surpassingly good; and, Rainsford noted, the table apointments were of the finest--the linen, the crystal, the silver, the china. Anyhow, I'm glad we're getting out of this zone. The film stars , , and King Kong leads and ; it was made by a team including and , the co-directors of 1933. He was a very rich man with a quarter of a million acres in the Crimea, and he was an ardent sportsman. You see, I read all books on hunting published in English, French, and Russian.
Even as he touched it, the general sensed his danger and leaped back with the agility of an ape. To escape Zaroff and his approaching hounds, Rainsford dives off a cliff into the sea; Zaroff, disappointed at Rainsford's apparent suicide, returns home. What perils that tangle of trees and underbrush might hold for him did not concern Rainsford just then. Even so zealous a hunter as General Zaroff could not trace him there, he told himself; only the devil himself could follow that complicated trail through the jungle after dark. They play no active role in the story. Desperately he struck out with strong strokes after the receding lights of the yacht, but he stopped before he had swum fifty feet.