In Search of an Unknown Race — page 147: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

VAN. 135 ‘*But I shall go,” said Flores, in the same defiant manner. ‘You forget that the wealth left by your parents is in my hands,” sharply returned his guardian, ‘‘and I certainly shall not relinquish it till you areof lawful age, which in this province will be when you reach your nineteenth year.” ‘“T forget nothing,” said Flores, in a voice which sug- gested far more than the words themselves—‘“‘ what I have said, I have said.” An awkward silence ensued. Van and Ninada did not know what to say while Mr. Briscoe, perplexed and angry, was trying to keep back the sharp words he was tempted to utter. ‘*Flores,” he began finally, and his voice took ona sort of pathos that Van had never before noticed. ‘‘I have tried in all ways to do foryou as my very own, but you have disappointed my expectations—I do not need to tell you how. If you had turned out differently I should willingly have bidden you God speed and al- lowed you to accompany Ninada. As it is—with your unbridled, self-indulgent nature—I do not speak of other faults—it would be sending you to your own destruction —you cannot go!” ‘But I will!” was the sullen response. Again Van was strangely conscious of the indefinable shadowy presence—if presence it can be called—that he had noticed when a few evenings before Flores had made a certain threatening gesture, yet nothing could be seen in the soft tropic darkness. But a sigh was breathed on the night stillness which certainly had not escaped the lips of any of the four. EoOmicboo <s)