Read the excerpt from "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell."Didn't you notice that the crew's nerves seemed a bit jumpy today?""They were a bit strange, now you mention it. Even Captain Nielsen—""Yes, even that tough-minded old Swede, who'd go up to the devil himself and ask him for a light. Those fishy blue eyes held a look I never saw there before. All I could get out of him was: 'This place has an evil name among sea-faring men, sir.' Then he said to me, very gravely: 'Don't you feel anything?'—as if the air about us was actually poisonous. Now, you mustn't laugh when I tell you this—I did feel something like a sudden chill."There was no breeze. The sea was as flat as a plate-glass window. We were drawing near the island then. What I felt was a—a mental chill; a sort of sudden dread.""Pure imagination," said Rainsford. "One superstitious sailor can taint the whole ship's company with his fear."