With raghu in pursuit of the other kids, the innocent game of hide and seek in anita desai's "games at twilight" almost resembles a hunt. which parts of this excerpt make the game sound like a hunt?

only small manu suddenly reappeared, as if he had dropped out of an invisible cloud or from a bird’s claws, and stood for a moment in the center of the yellow lawn, chewing his finger and near to tears as he heard raghu shouting, with his head pressed against the veranda wall, “eighty-three, eighty-five, eighty-nine, ninety . .” and then made off in a panic, half of him wanting to fly north, the other half counseling south. raghu turned just in time to see the flash of his white shorts and the uncertain skittering of his red sandals, and charged after him with such a bloodcurdling yell that manu stumbled over the hosepipe, fell into its rubber coils, and lay there weeping, “i won’t be it—you have to find them all—all—all! ”

“i know i have to, idiot,” raghu said, superciliously kicking him with his toe. “you’re dead,” he said with satisfaction, licking the beads of perspiration off his upper lip, and then stalked off in search of worthier prey, whistling spiritedly so that the hiders should hear and tremble.

ravi heard the whistling and picked his nose in a panic, trying to find comfort by burrowing the finger deep—deep into that soft tunnel. he felt himself too exposed, sitting on an upturned flowerpot behind the garage. where could he burrow? he could run around the garage if he heard raghu come—around and around and around—but he hadn’t much faith in his short legs when matched against raghu’s long, hefty, hairy footballer legs. ravi had a frightening glimpse of them as raghu combed the hedge of crotons and hibiscus, trampling delicate ferns underfoot as he did so. ravi looked about him desperately, swallowing a small ball of snot in his fear.