![]() "You're a big-game hunter, not a philosopher. "Don't talk rot, Whitney," said Rainsford. "The best sport in the world," agreed Rainsford. We should have some good hunting up the Amazon. I hope the jaguar guns have come from Purdey's. "It will be light enough in Rio," promised Whitney. "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." "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. "The old charts call it `Ship-Trap Island,"' Whitney replied." A suggestive name, isn't it? Sailors have a curious dread of the place. "OFF THERE to the right-somewhere-is a large island," said Whitney." It's rather a mystery-" ![]()
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