In Search of an Unknown Race — page 90: what you’re looking at

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89 VAN. CHAPTER XL THE LAST STAGE OF THE JOURNEY, Were Martin and Tom among them? This, the up- permost thought in Van’s mind, was intensified with every stroke of the paddle which sent his little canoe swiftly onward toward the island shores. He saw that the watchers had suddenly disappeared from the walls of the ruin, and were hurrying down the hill, At the water's edge, to his great astonishment, Van now discerned a massive stone pier, which though evidently of great antiquity, seemed, excepting for a few broken fractures across its face, to be in perfect pres- ervation. But he had no time for closer examination. Surely «—yes it was, Martin’s tali form followed by the negro Tom, pressing on a little in advance of a dozen men, who were walking rapidly toward a broad flight of stone sieps at one side of the pier. Springing from the canoe, Van silently grasped in turn Martin’s muscular hand and the big black paw of the hegro, whose mouth was expanded into a wide grin ot delight. ‘‘Thought you was drownded for sure, Mist’ Briscoe,” he exclaimed gleefully; ‘‘ but dem yere pussons ”—ind:- Eomichookssco AL