In Search of an Unknown Race — page 177: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 165 ‘‘In—in view of all that has happened,” returned Flores, with a certain air of determination, ‘‘ you must understand, Ninada, that now you are to tas to and be guided by me till we reach America ‘* Vever /” passionately interrupted Ninada. ‘‘ Tom,” she called, and the big black, who had been leaning over the rail within earshot, approached. ‘‘’Tom,” said Ninada, ‘‘ you have been in America, and know its ways and customs, promise me that you will not leave Manola and myself till we are in the care of the lady for whom I have a letter from my father. You shall be richly rewarded if you serve us faith- fully.” ‘IT promise Father Felix I’d do dat, anyway,” re- turned Tom, sturdily. ‘‘ We'll talk about de reward some oder time. But how ’bout dis yer Flores?” he coolly asked, as the young man, whose handsome face was flushed with anger, glared savagely at him. “He has nothing whatever io do with us or our movements,” was the firm reply. ‘‘Only for him,” she went on, her form quivering with excitement, as she pointed her slender finger directly at him, “‘ only for him, who knows but that my murdered cousin might now be alive!” ‘‘ How dare you?” began Flores, choking with wrath, but an imperative gesture from Ninada checked his further speech. ‘‘T will hear no more,” she said, wearily. ‘‘l am half heart-broken and worn out as it is. And now, Tom,” she continued, turning to the negro, ‘‘ please send Captain McGrath tome. I wish to make some EOmicboo <SriG