In Search of an Unknown Race — page 157: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 145 CHAPTER XXII. A FRIUNDLY PRIEST. b ‘“FLORES—very much at your service,” responded the unabashed youth, who, having washed the coppery stains from his skin, smiled graciously upon Ninada, and rather maliciously at Van. ‘How could you deceive my father so?” said Ninada, indignantly facing him. “How deceive him—did I not say that I should go?” was the imperturbable reply. It was one of those awkward situations which seem difficult to evade. True, Flores could have been forci- bly put on shore, but who would take the authority of so doing? Not Van surely, who was only a nominal commander, for Flores’s guardian had hired the raft and crew and made all the other arrangements. ‘Then, too, an open rupture was to be avoided as far as pos- sible. “Look here, Flores,’ said Van, firmly. “It isn’t for me to say whether you are to accompany us or not, but remember this—I am in charge here by the wish of my uncle and shall resent the slightest attempt at inter- ference.” “T will remember,” answered Flores, in a voice of peculiar smoothness which was belied by the angry Gomichbooks (E(@) im