Rainsford held his breath.The general's eyes had left the ground and were traveling inch by inch up the tree. Rainsford froze there, every muscle tensed for a sping. But the sharp eyes of the hunter stopped before they reached the limb where Rainsford lay; a smile spread over his brown face. Very deliberately he blew a smoke ring into the air; then he turned his back on the tree and walked carelessly away,back along the trail he had come. The swish of underbrush against his hunting boots grew fainter.