In Search of an Unknown Race — page 66: what you’re looking at

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58 VAN. him to the bank of the wide stream where the raft was moored. Suddenly the remembrance of the little canoe came to his mind. Springing upon the raft, Van ran swiftly over the logs to the further end, just as a howling mob came rushing down to the beach. Luckily for Van, he had several times adventured himself in a canvas canoe owned by one of the 5dt. Mary’s boys. So, despite the urgent need of haste, he took time to place himself in the bottom of the frail craft with due caution. Then, casting loose the raw- hide painter, he pushed off. And not a second too soon. A wild-eyed, half-naked Mumuru, waving .a flaming torch above his head, dashed out on the raft. He was closely followed by another, who, dropping on one knee, fitted an arrow to the bowstring. The glaring light of the torch clearly revealed the dark savage faces and gleaming white teeth of his enemies. As the eye of the kneeling Indian glittered along the slender shaft, Van, who had no other resource, drew the revolver and fired. A yell of terror attested to the result of the hasty aim, and seizing the paddle Van sent the light canoe spinning out into the darkness. He had gained at least temporary safety, for the deep gloom that overhung the wooded banks of the river concealed him from his enemies. He heard the whizzing of arrows and the soft ‘*plash” as they fell on the water about the canoe, but in another moment he had shot.round the bend in the stream. | Eomichbooks co — Ss