In Search of an Unknown Race — page 125: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

VAN, IIs As she thus said, Ninada turned and walked rapidly toward the top of the steps, midway of which Van was standing. Flores, whose ungoverned temper had never known the slightest restraint, sprang after her, and seized her slender wrist in his grasp. ‘*You shall stop!” he fiercely exclaimed. As Ninada, with a slight cry, tried to release herself, Van, feeling his blood tingling to his finger tips, stood before him. ‘* You will let go Ninada’s wrist,” he said, as calmly as he could; yet there was a suggestion of menace in his voice. ‘‘Not at_vour bidding!” scornfully replied the now infuriated young man. In another moment Flores’s wrists were pinionedin a etip to which Van’s anger gave additional strength, and as the former involuntarily relaxed his hold, Ninada sprang away from him. EOmicbdoo Sale