After the race, Billy came up to Sheila panting congratulations that was a great race I thought I really had too much of the last two but when I saw your shift up instead of down I just felt like giving up I guess you're a lot stronger than I am or a lot smarter she thought to herself the last pill of the race with a steep uphill stretch followed by a long downhill to the Finish Line Sheila had glanced over her shoulder at the bottom of the uphill portion to see Billy's speeding toward "her got the pour it on" she had thought to herself normally she would have shifted down and started telling faster but she had an idea she's just up to a harder gear instead of up out of the seat on the handlebars as she bore down on the title to get up some speed on keeping the bike leaving under her end the crest of the Hill Glass and her help helmet mirror the closest cyclist Billy was still struggling halfway up the hill Sheila grid tucking into a wide killing wind killing crowd and sped down the backside of the hill to the finish line. Which of the events in the story happened first?

What happened just after Sheila shifted to a harder gear and stood up?

What happened just after Sheila reached the crest of the Hill?

l what was the last thing that happened in the story?

At what point in the race did Sheila Ashley win it?

What happened after Sheila won the race?

Select the correct text in the passage. in richard connell's short story "the most dangerous game," zaroffs aristocratic appearance and dignified manners mask his sinister, animalistic nature. which line from the excerpt best provides a glimpse into his true nature? rainsford's first impression was that the man was singularly handsome; his second was that there was an original, almost bizarre quality about the general's face. he was a tall man past middle age, for his hair was a vivid white; but his thick eyebrows and pointed military mustache were as black as the night from which rainsford had come. his eyes, too, were black and very bright. he had high cheekbones, a sharpcut nose, a spare, dark face-the face of a man used to giving orders, the face of an aristocrat. turning to the giant in uniform, the general made a sign. the giant put away his pistol, saluted, withdrew. "ivan is an incredibly strong fellow," remarked the general, "but he has the misfortune to be deaf and dumb. 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." half apologetically general zaroff said, "we do our best to preserve the amenities of civilization here. forgive any lapses. we are well off the beaten track, you know." laughter shook the general. "how extraordinarily droll you are! " he said. "one does not expect nowadays to find a young man of the educated class, even in america, with such a naive, and, if i may say so, mid-victorian point of view. it's like finding a snuffbox in a limousine. ah, well, doubtless you