Making Predictions and Visualizing with “The Most Dangerous Game,” Part 2 Answers

Read the excerpt from Part 2 of "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell.Then, wet with sweat and aching with tiredness, he crouched behind the stump of a lightning-charred tree.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. It seemed to Rainsford that the general was coming with unusual swiftness; he was not feeling his way along, foot by foot. Rainsford, crouching there, could not see the general, nor could he see the pit. He lived a year in a minute.

Read the excerpt from Part 2 of "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell.Following the trail with the sureness of a bloodhound came General Zaroff. Nothing escaped those searching black eyes, no crushed blade of grass, no bent twig, no mark, no matter how faint, in the moss. So intent was the Cossack on his stalking that he was upon the thing Rainsford had made before he saw it. His foot touched the protruding bough that was the trigger. Even as he touched it, the general sensed his danger and leaped back with the agility of an ape. But he was not quite quick enough; the dead tree, delicately adjusted to rest on the cut living one, crashed down and struck the general a glancing blow on the shoulder as it fell; but for his alertness, he must have been smashed beneath it.

Read the excerpt from "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell.He came upon them as he turned a crook in the coast line, and his first thought was that he had come upon a village, for there were many lights. 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. 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.

Read the excerpt from "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell."Civilized? And you shoot down men?"A trace of anger was in the general's black eyes, but it was there for but a second, and he said, in his most pleasant manner: "Dear me, what a righteous young man you are! I assure you I do not do the thing you suggest. That would be barbarous. I treat these visitors with every consideration.

Read the paragraph.Devin slept soundly, dreaming of his baseball tournament. He had loaded his gear bag the night before with his bat, glove, and sunflower seeds. His mom had put sports drinks and water bottles in the cooler. Everything he needed was packed and waiting in the garage. His hat and neatly folded uniform were beside his bed. All that day he had talked endlessly with his brother about the teams he would face in the tournament. While he slept, however, storm clouds gathered. By 3:00 a.m., the rain had begun to fall. It continued ceaselessly, intensifying as Devin’s alarm sounded at 7:00 a.m.

Read the excerpt from "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell."Rainsford," called the general, "if you are within sound of my voice, as I suppose you are, let me congratulate you. Not many men know how to make a Malay mancatcher.”

Read the paragraph.Carefully maneuvering his skateboard through the neighborhood, Gino headed to the community center. He was meeting his friends there to study for a Spanish test. His notebook and textbook were in a cinch sack on his back, and he wore headphones to listen to music on the way. What Gino did not know was that his friends had decided to have a small party to celebrate his upcoming birthday. They arrived before him and anxiously waited with a cake and cards. Meanwhile, Gino rounded the last turn, nodding his head in time with the music while thinking about Spanish vocabulary.