In Search of an Unknown Race — page 55: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 47 bright unwinking gaze of his watchful guard, who only changed his position when it was necessary to light another of his queer candles. | With daylight came a simple yet palatable breakfast of fish caught from the platform of the tree dwelling ten minutes before they were rolled in a taste of mandioca meal and laid on the glowing coals. That Bob and the negro must have given up their search Van despondently decided as the forenoon slowly wore away, and he heard no welcome sound of paddles or voices calling his name. Finally he abandoned the faint hopes of their return to which he had half despairingly clung. There must be only the one way in which they could account for his strange disappearance—and that the one suggested by the negro. They would have no other resource now, except to go on toward Canuma Lake, and since morning a fresh breeze had been blowing which would send their boat flying toward her destination. The dense foliage cut away from the interior limbs of the great fig tree to make space had been left at the extremities, so that there was no outlook what- ever except by parting the leaves, and this Van did not dare to attempt. And so the weary forenoon passed. His strange cap- tor and his wife made but little conversation with each other, but their watchfulness never abated for a mo- ~ ment. Lulled by the drowsy warmth into partial slumber, Van was reclining on his jaguar skin mat just after the noonday meal, when he was aroused by the sound of Eomicboo <SiiG