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.Night found him leg-weary, with hands and face lashed by the branches, on a thickly wooded ridge. He knew it would be insane to blunder on through the dark, even if he had the strength. His need for rest was imperative and he thought, "I have played the fox, now I must play the cat of the fable." A big tree with a thick trunk and outspread branches was near by, and, taking care to leave not the slightest mark, he climbed up into the crotch, and, stretching out on one of the broad limbs, after a fashion, rested. Rest brought him new confidence and almost a feeling of security. 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. But perhaps the general was a devil—

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 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 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 this excerpt from "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell.In a cultivated voice marked by a slight accent that gave it added precision and deliberateness, he said: "It is a very great pleasure and honor to welcome Mr. Sanger Rainsford, the celebrated hunter, to my home."Automatically Rainsford shook the man's hand."I've read your book about hunting snow leopards in Tibet, you see," explained the man. "I am General Zaroff."Now read the second excerpt."The general's left eyelid fluttered down in a wink. "This island is called Ship-Trap," he answered. "Sometimes an angry god of the high seas sends them to me. Sometimes, when Providence is not so kind, I help Providence a bit. Come to the window with me."Rainsford went to the window and looked out toward the sea."Watch! Out there!" exclaimed the general, pointing into the night. Rainsford's eyes saw only blackness, and then, as the general pressed a button, far out to sea Rainsford saw the flash of lights.The general chuckled. "They indicate a channel," he said, "where there's none: giant rocks with razor edges crouch like a sea monster with wide-open jaws. They can crush a ship as easily as I crush this nut."

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.

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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.”