General Zaroff had long ago become bored with hunting even the biggest of wild animals, and he had turned his attentions to a more dangerous game: the human kind. But the lowly sailors who had been deliberately shipwrecked on the island gave Zaroff little satisfaction with their poor survival skills. So, when Rainsford, the renowned big game hunter and writer, suddenly appeared at Zaroff's doorstep, the Russian immediately realized that here was a man who could give him the hunt of his life. Rainsford was astounded at Zaroff's tracking skills, and Zaroff could have put a quick end to the game after the first day. But Zaroff desired a worthy adversary, and he was willing to let Rainsford off the hook in return for another day's quality hunt. During the night, Rainsford also recognized that he must use all of his knowledge of the hunt to escape Zaroff's deadly intent, and Rainsford stepped up his game the following day. Zaroff must have been happy with the result--at least at first--even if his prey escaped the kill. Even at the end, Zaroff seemed satisfied that the game would go on--this time with him as the prey and Rainsford as the hunter.