In Search of an Unknown Race — page 194: what you’re looking at

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182 VAN. Mr. Boltrope, who only knew Van as one of the cabin passengers, looked a trifle surprised, but chuckled internally. ‘He'll settle the Britisher’s hash, I'll. bet a dollar,” was his inward thought. Mr. Sanderson said ‘‘ Haw!” Then turning, he put up his single eyeglass, through which he stared for a moment at the presumptuous speaker in dumb amaze- ment. And Lord Bampton likewise mutely eyed Van with a ‘Who are you, anyhow?” sort of air. They saw simply a well-dressed, gentlemanly-looking young fellow, with manly features burned as brown as a berry by the tropical sun. ‘* Indeed,” at length drawled Lord Bampton, with a supercilious look, ‘‘and pray who might this—er— American be, if I may ask?” ‘‘ Myself—Vance Briscoe of Massachusetts, very much at your service,” was the unruffled reply. Mr. Sanderson allowed his eyeglass to drop, and, shrugging his shoulders, muttered a half audible aside, of which only the words ‘‘ Yankee” and ‘‘ boasting” were audible. Mr. Boltrope removed his gold-banded cap and scratched his head in perplexity. Lord Bamp- ton’s aristocratic lip curled somewhat contemptuously. ‘‘Of course, Mr.—er—Briscoe,” he said, coldly, ‘‘ you would hardly presume to make a—a statement of the kind unless you had abundant proof.” Without replying, Van turned and went below, whereat Mr. Sanderson laughed. ‘‘T thought he was playing a game of brag,” hesaid, “‘and of course y The speaker’s intended sarcasm was cut short by GCoOMmichooks (E(@) im