The Most Dangerous Game Page #4

with most of my fortune.

Naturally, I continued to hunt

all over the world.

It was in Africa that the Cape buffalo

gave me this.

That must have been a close call.

Yes. It still bothers me

sometimes.

However, in two months

I was on my way to the Amazon.

I'd heard that the jaguars there

were unusually cunning.

No, no, no.

No sport at all.

Well, conditions

are bad everywhere these days.

One night, as I lay in my tent

with this...

this head of mine...

a terrible thought crept like a snake

into my brain.

Hunting was beginning

to bore me.

Is that such a terrible thought,

Count?

It is, my dear lady, when hunting has

been the whip for all other passions.

When I lost

my love of hunting...

I lost my love of life...

of love.

Well, you seem to have

stood it pretty well.

I even tried to sink myself

to the level of the savage.

I made myself perfect in the use

of the Tartar war bow.

Tartar which?

Tartar war bow...

That one up there.

It's cute.

Even to this day I prefer

to hunt with it...

but alas,

even that was too deadly.

What I needed

was not a new weapon...

but a new animal.

- A new animal?

- Exactly so.

You found one?

Yes.

Here on my island...

I hunt

the most dangerous game.

"The most dangerous game"?

You mean tigers?

Tigers?

No.

The tiger has nothing

but his claws and his fangs.

I heard some queer beast howling back

there along the water. Was that it?

It's no use, Rainsford.

He won't tell.

He won't even let you see

his trophy room...

till he gets ready to take you

on a hunt of the great whatsit.

My one secret. I keep it

as a surprise for my guests...

against the rainy day

of boredom.

You let me in on that game...

and I'll bet you

I go for it.

You know, Rainsford,

he hasn't failed yet.

If he says a thing is good,

it is good.

He's a judge of liquor,

wizard at contract...

plays the piano...

anything you want.

He's a good host

and a good scholar, eh, Count?

Yes, yes.

You want me to go hunting?

You just say the word. We're pals.

We'll have a big party,

get cockeyed and go hunting.

A completely civilized

point of view.

I tell you what you do. You come

to my place in the Adirondacks, see.

We'll have a private car,

liquor and gals on the trip...

and the guides

will make the deers behave.

I think we'd better

change the subject.

All right.

Change the subject.

Oh, I know!

Play the piano, huh?

If you wish.

Good idea. Play the piano.

Leave it to me, and I'll fix everything.

Perhaps the count

doesn't want to play.

There you go, sis,

throwing cold water.

Leave me alone.

I know where the piano is.

I'm perfectly sober.

Charming simplicity.

"Completely civilized,"

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