Rest brought him new confidence and almost a feeling of security. His need for rest was imperative and he thought, "I have played the fox, now I must play the cat of the fable." A big tree with a thick trunk and outspread branches was near by, and, taking care to leave not the slightest mark, he climbed up into the crotch, and, stretching out on one of the broad limbs, after a fashion, rested. He knew it would be insane to blunder on through the dark, even if he had the strength. Night found him leg-weary, with hands and face lashed by the branches, on a thickly wooded ridge.
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He executed a series of intricate loops he doubled on his trail again and again, recalling all the lore of the fox hunt, and all the dodges of the fox. "I'll give him a trail to follow," muttered Rainsford, and he struck off from the rude path he had been following into the trackless wilderness. I have heard that in America businessmen often go to pieces when they give up the business that has been their life."
Hunting was beginning to bore me! And hunting, remember, had been my life. I was lying in my tent with a splitting headache one night when a terrible thought pushed its way into my mind. "They were no match at all for a hunter with his wits about him, and a high-powered rifle. As soon as I recovered I started for the Amazon to hunt jaguars, for I had heard they were unusually cunning.
It was in Africa that the Cape buffalo hit me and laid me up for six months. Naturally, I continued to hunt-grizzlies in your Rockies, crocodiles in the Ganges, rhinoceroses in East Africa.
I, luckily, had invested heavily in American securities, so I shall never have to open a tearoom in Monte Carlo or drive a taxi in Paris. "After the debacle in Russia I left the country, for it was imprudent for an officer of the Czar to stay there.