‘This place has an evil name among seafaring men, sir.’ Then he said to me, very gravely, ‘Don’t you feel anything?’— as if the air about us was actually poisonous.

Rainsford, crouching there, could not see the general, nor could he see the pit. He lived a year in a minute

There was no sound in the night as Rainsford sat there but the muffled throb of the engine that drove the yacht swiftly through the darkness, and the swish and ripple of the wash of the propeller.

He was a tall man past middle age, for his hair was a vivid white; but his thick eyebrows and pointed military moustache were as black as the night from which Rainsford had come

The sea licked greedy lips in the shadows.

The wash from the speeding yacht slapped him in the face and the salt water in his open mouth made him gag and strangle. Desperately he struck out with strong strokes after the receding lights of the yacht, but he stopped before he had swum fifty feet.

For a seemingly endless time he fought the sea.

Your brain against mine. Your woodcraft against mine. Your strength and stamina against mine. We are outdoor chess!

He strained his eyes in the direction from which the reports had come, but it was like trying to see through a blanket.

He had not been entirely clearheaded when the chateau gates closed with a loud SNAP!