Read the excerpt from Part 2 of "The Most Dangerous Game,” by Richard Connell. Then, wet with sweat and aching with tiredness, he crouched behind the stump of a lightning-charred tree. He knew his pursuer was coming; he heard the padding sound of feet on the soft earth, and the night breeze brought him the perfume of the general's cigarette. It seemed to Rainsford that the general was coming with unusual swiftness; he was not feeling his way along, foot by foot. Rainsford, crouching there, could not see the general, nor could he see the pit. He lived a year in a minute. What conclusion can a reader draw about Rainsford based on a visualization of the excerpt? He is relieved. He is lost. He is frightened. He is confused.