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

Read the excerpt from "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell.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. He staggered, but he did not fall; nor did he drop his revolver. He stood there, rubbing his injured shoulder, and Rainsford, with fear again gripping his heart, heard the general's mocking laugh ring through the jungle.

Read the paragraph.When Lia awoke, she found her mother next to her bed, shaking her shoulder and telling her that she had missed her alarm, which was still softly playing music. It was 7:08, and Lia’s bus usually arrived at 7:15. She jumped out of bed, grabbed some clothes, tugged them on, and raced downstairs. She only had a minute to zip up her backpack, grab a bagel and a banana, and dash out the door. As Lia sprinted for the bus, she accidentally left her notebook and homework on the kitchen table along with her flute for band class. Settling into a seat and catching her breath, she began to contemplate the day ahead.

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 Part 2 of "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell.He slid down from the tree, and struck off again into the woods. His face was set and he forced the machinery of his mind to function. Three hundred yards from his hiding place he stopped where a huge dead tree leaned precariously on a smaller, living one. Throwing off his sack of food, Rainsford took his knife from its sheath and began to work with all his energy.The job was finished at last, and he threw himself down behind a fallen log a hundred feet away. He did not have to wait long.

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 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.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. He staggered, but he did not fall; nor did he drop his revolver.