In Search of an Unknown Race — page 236: what you’re looking at

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322 VAN. ‘“‘There’s no boat alongside, and he’s dry, so he couldn’t ’a’ swum, muttered Smith, with a puzzled look over the rail. A light puff of air suddenly struck Van’s cheek, and at the same moment the deep rumble of thunder seemed to jar the density of the atmosphere. ‘‘Never mind him now—hustle him under the hatches —quick!” shouted Captain Bates, springing to his feet. Without the slightest ceremony Van was dragged along the main deck. One of the hatches being taken off, he was dropped below on a pile of old sails, and the hatch and hatch bar replaced. Then the sound of orders in quick succession, followed by rapid footsteps and hoarse cries, told of sail shorten- ing in a hurry. All at once a lurid bluish sheet of tropic lightning, penetrating the interstices between the hatches, lit up the dark interior of the hold. By its momentary glare Van saw crouched about him the dusky forms of ten or twelve half-naked, dark- skinned men, whose eyes were fixed upon him witha sort of glittering intensity that was by no means pleasant. And in the same instant he heard the clinking of what he knew must be wrist or ankle chains, as they seemed to make a simultaneous movement in his direction. (EO RMICELOOOKS (EO)