In Search of an Unknown Race — page 126: what you’re looking at

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1106 «VAN. CHAPTER XVII. A REVELATION. THE two young men stood for a moment facing each other, Van’s calm though determined face being in marked contrast to the anger distorted features of his antagonist. Then, with a fierce wrench, Flores re- leased himself, and as he did so thrust his hand quickly inside the folds of his loose shirt with a suggestive motion. But as Van instinctively stepped backward a strange thing occurred. Can you imagine a passing zephyr taking shape fora brief second? Vantells mehe has no other way of ex- pressing himself concerning it. Between himself and Flores drifted a half seen shadowy mist, having neither shape nor substance. Van felt a slight breath across his hot cheek—and it was gone ! Possibly it was a tiny cloud of night vapor wafted down from the mountain side, but however that may be, Flores grew deathly pale, and, uttering a low ejacula- tion, withdrew his hand from its hiding-place—empty. Then, without speaking a word, he turned, and hurry- ing down the steps, disappeared in the shadows. Rather perplexed, yet unconscious of any reason for particular wonderment, Van looked inquiringly at Eomichbooks. co