Can’t see it,” remarked Rainsford, trying topeer through the dank tropical night that waspalpable1 as it pressed its thick warmblackness in upon the yacht.
Conflict
The general smiled. “I had no wish to go to pieces,” he said. “I must do something. Now, mine isan analytical mind, Mr. Rainsford. Doubtless, that is why I enjoy the problems of the chase.”
Climax
on’t know why. Some superstition — ”“Can’t see it,” remarked Rainsford, trying topeer through the dank tropical night that waspalpable1 as it pressed its thick warm
Resolution
He had not been entirely clearheaded when the château gates snapped shut behind him. Hiswhole idea at first was to put distance between himself and General Zaroff, and, to this end, hehad plunged along, spurred on by the sharp rowels of something very like panic. Now he hadgot a grip on himself, had stopped
His foot touched the protruding bough that was thetrigger. Even as he touched it, the general sensed his danger and leaped back with the agility ofan ape. But he was not quite quick enough; the dead tree, delicately adjusted to rest on the cutliving one, crashed down and struck the general a glancing blow on the shoulder as it fell; butfor his alertness, he must have been smashed beneath it. He staggered, but he did not fall; nordid he drop his revolver. He stood there, rubbing his injured shoulder, and Rainsford, with fearagain gripping his heart, heard the general’s mocking laugh ring through the jungle.
Their was no resolution because Rainsford killed Zaroff