In Search of an Unknown Race — page 176: what you’re looking at

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164 VAN. very much as Van had done in his partial explanation to Father Felix, the young man left the captain and walked along the deck to the little house further aft. Tom was standing before the door, grim and inflex- ible. ‘‘Let me pass. I wish to inquire how Miss Ninada is,” imperiously demanded Flores. ‘‘No, sah,” was the equally firm response. ‘‘ Miss Ninada gib orders she not see nobody.” ‘«She’ll see me, though,” said Flores, sharply. ‘‘ Let me pass, I say.” But as he attempted to thrust the negro aside, Flores, greatly to his dismay, felt himself suddenly urged to the light rail around the deck. Seizing the youth’s collar in his muscular grip, the black twisted him over the rail and down into the narrow gangway below, to the great delight of a sooty-faced fireman and engineer, who stood with folded arms in the engine-room door- way. ‘‘It don't do for to monkey wid this colored party when he’s de only purtector de han’somest young lady in de two continents has,” remarked Tom, coolly re- suming his position. It is probable that Flores began to think very much the same way after he had recovered somewhat from his surprise. It was not until the following ae that Flores obtained speech with the young girl, whose eyes were heavy with weeping and loss of sleep. Nor would she see him excepting in the presence of Manola, and even then he could see that she instinctively shrank as far as possibie from him. **You wish to see me? what is it?” she said coldly. GOMIGchboOoks (e(0)