The Most Dangerous Game
Some wounded thing—by the evidence, a large animal—had thrashed about in the underbrush; the jungle weeds were crushed down and the moss was lacerated; one patch of weeds was stained crimson. (1.43)
In his hand the man held a long-barreled revolver, and he was pointing it straight at Rainsford's heart. (1.48)
“A simple fellow, but, I'm afraid, like all his race, a bit of a savage."
"Is he Russian?"
"He is a Cossack," said the general, and his smile showed red lips and pointed teeth. "So am I." (1.59-60)