In Search of an Unknown Race — page 183: what you’re looking at

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VAN. r7% ‘‘It’s six carats if it’s a grain,” exclaimed Father Felix, holding the gem to the light. ‘It’s a clear white, widout a flaw, worth a hundred milreis a carat at the layste. Why, man,” said the priest, staring in wild-eyed amazement, ‘‘if the di’mun’s was no bigger nor this one, ye’ve lost something like the value of fifty thousand dollars.” ‘‘They were nearly all larger,’ comparative composure. Van felt tolerably easy in his mind after he knew that Tom had promised to keep a watch over Ninada. Could he know how fully she had placed herself under the negros protection he would have felt easier still. But the uncertainty and delay chafed him terribly. Heedless of Father Felix’s offers to organize a party of Indian hunters, and scour the surrounding forests in search of him of the blow-gun, Van restlessly paced the veranda from early morn till eve, watching vainly for the expected trading vessel. It was not until the tenth day from the departure of the steamer that a boat paddled by nearly a score of half-naked Indians came alongside the pier. Through the medium of Father Felix, Van succeeded in obtaining a passage with the surly Portuguese trader. It was agreed that the latter should be paid on arrival at Para, where Van purposed turning one or more dia- monds into ready money. Two days were spent in loading the boat, and then, wild with impatience, Van shook hands for the last time with Father Felix, and stepped on board. ‘‘Good-bye, and the saints be wid you,” called the father as the boat was paddled away from the pier. b returned Van, with Gomichbooks