In Search of an Unknown Race — page 172: what you’re looking at

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160 VAN. means relished the idea. Ninada’s anxious face lighted visibly, for she had a real liking for the negro, who on his own part regarded the young girl with something not far removed from devotion. ‘‘Cap’n McGrath says everything must be aboard by sundown,” said Father Felix, who, very disconsolate at losing his guests, made his appearance from the house before any answer could be returned to Tom’s question, | ‘But where’s young Mr. Briscoe?” he asked. Ninada explained that Van had gone in search of Flores, and probably taken the wrong path. It was thought best to hunt him up at once, while some of Father Felix’s servants were carrying the various articles down to the steamer. | Tucking his cassock about his sturdy limbs, the worthy priest led the way, followed by Tom. Flores remained behind—as he said—to see that everything was in readiness for getting away as soon as Van returned. ‘‘I hope nothin’ has happ’ned to the lad,” rather anxiously remarked Father Felix, who had shouted Van's name till he was hoarse ; ‘‘but upon my word I'm beginnin’ to feel a bit un’asy, for——” A cry from Tom interrupted his further speech. Pushing rudely past the good priest, the negro darted into the little clearing, where he dropped on his knees beside poor Van’s insensible form. ‘‘The saints be merciful!” exclaimed Father Felix, turning quite pale as he hurried forward. Suddenly his eyes fell upon the arrow lying on the short grass, and he uttered a groan as he glanced from jt to Van's rigid, set face and staring eyes, 7 Eomicbooks.c