The Most Dangerous Game(最危险的游戏)
Richard Connell
"Off there to the right—somewhere—is a large island," said
Whitney. "It's rather a mystery—"
"What island is it?" Rainsford asked.
"The old charts call it `Ship-Trap Island,'" Whitney replied. "A
suggestive name, isn't it? Sailors have a curious dread of the
place. I don't know why. Some superstition—"
"Can't see it," remarked Rainsford, trying to peer through the
dank tropical night that was palpable as it pressed its thick warm
blackness in upon the yacht.
"You've good eyes," said Whitney, with a laugh, "and I've seen
you pick off a moose moving in the brown fall bush at four hundred
yards, but even you can't see four miles or so through a moonless
Caribbean night."
"Nor four yards," admitted Rainsford. "Ugh! It's like moist
black velvet."
"It will be light enough in Rio," promised…