In Search of an Unknown Race — page 242: what you’re looking at

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Starting to a half sitting posture, and vaguely wonder ing as he did so what had become of his dark-skinned companions in misery, he looked up to see five or six men, among whom were Smith and Captain Bates, crowding about the hatch combings and gazing down athim with evident exultation. ‘* The nigs has stowed away furder for’ard. Havin’ a chief amongst ’em makes ’em too high-toned to ’sociate with a white chap,” said the dwarfed sailor, with a coarse laugh, which was echoed by the crew. ‘‘Now, Mr. Briscoe,” remarked Captain Bates with smooth suavity, ‘‘if you will please step on deck there _ are a few questions——” An ear splitting yell, which fairly made Van shiver, cut short the invitation. At the same moment a simultaneous cry of alarm from those about the open hatch was followed by a sudden scattering in every direction. Gomichooks (E(0)