Chapter Summary: The Most Dangerous Game
The Most Dangerous Game
“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….”
“On guard, General,” Rainsford replied, and lunged from behind the curtains. In his right hand was wickedly curved sabre, a little treasure from his trip back to the mansion. Alas, the general was clever and grabbed one the swords elegantly displayed above the mantle in his room. The broad, lavishly decorated weapon was a cumbersome object, designed for decor and not fighting, Zaroff still managed to wield it with deadly ease. Clash! The blades came together, then again, and again. Rainsford stabbed toward the general’s side of his chest, but was blocked with incredible …show more content…
Rainsford had rolled out of the sword’s path in the literal nick of time. He felt a cut open up in his arm, and more blood stained the floor. He dashed out onto the balcony. Below, the savage brutes of the dog pack kicked up their fearful racket. Zaroff followed Rainsford out onto balcony.
For a moment, hunter and hunted stood and stared calculating what the other would do. The whole world seemed to hold still, to hold its collective breath. Rainsford knew that one way held a savage murderer and a grisly death, the other, a savage pack of bloodthirsty beasts and his becoming a meal. Zaroff knew this as well, and both men were afraid to make a move.
“What do you say, Rainsford, me or my loving puppies?” Zaroff tauntingly called. Below, the dogs, one after the other, began to howl. It was enough to chill the bones of even the most fearless soul.
“Between you and those…those things you call pets, I’ll chose them.”
Suddenly, Rainsford dashed toward the balcony railing, intending to jump. Zaroff growled and pounced after him. The kill would be his, even if the miserable twit fell to the hounds. It would be his greatest achievement, a fond memory to revisit often. Zaroff grinned as he reached Rainsford. The idiot appeared to hesitate, as if undecided about which death he
“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….”
“On guard, General,” Rainsford replied, and lunged from behind the curtains. In his right hand was wickedly curved sabre, a little treasure from his trip back to the mansion. Alas, the general was clever and grabbed one the swords elegantly displayed above the mantle in his room. The broad, lavishly decorated weapon was a cumbersome object, designed for decor and not fighting, Zaroff still managed to wield it with deadly ease. Clash! The blades came together, then again, and again. Rainsford stabbed toward the general’s side of his chest, but was blocked with incredible …show more content…
Rainsford had rolled out of the sword’s path in the literal nick of time. He felt a cut open up in his arm, and more blood stained the floor. He dashed out onto the balcony. Below, the savage brutes of the dog pack kicked up their fearful racket. Zaroff followed Rainsford out onto balcony.
For a moment, hunter and hunted stood and stared calculating what the other would do. The whole world seemed to hold still, to hold its collective breath. Rainsford knew that one way held a savage murderer and a grisly death, the other, a savage pack of bloodthirsty beasts and his becoming a meal. Zaroff knew this as well, and both men were afraid to make a move.
“What do you say, Rainsford, me or my loving puppies?” Zaroff tauntingly called. Below, the dogs, one after the other, began to howl. It was enough to chill the bones of even the most fearless soul.
“Between you and those…those things you call pets, I’ll chose them.”
Suddenly, Rainsford dashed toward the balcony railing, intending to jump. Zaroff growled and pounced after him. The kill would be his, even if the miserable twit fell to the hounds. It would be his greatest achievement, a fond memory to revisit often. Zaroff grinned as he reached Rainsford. The idiot appeared to hesitate, as if undecided about which death he