"Off there to the right - somewhere - is a large island," said Whitney. "It's rather a mystery--" "What island is it?" Rainsford asked. "The old charts call it Ship-Trap Island,"' Whitney replied. "A suggestive name, isn't it? Sailors have a curious dread of the place. I don't know why. Some superstition--" "Can't see it," remarked Rainsford, trying to peer through the dank tropical night that was palpable as it pressed its thick warm …showed first 75 words of 8034 total…

…showed last 75 words of 8034 total…u have won the game." Rainsford did not smile. "I am still a beast at bay," he said, in a low, hoarse voice. "Get ready, General Zaroff." 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**