In Search of an Unknown Race — page 65: what you’re looking at

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| VAN. 57 CHAPTER VIII. THE FLIGHT AND THE PURSUIT. It was simply a matter of life and death with Van Briscoe, and self-preservation is a law of nature. Launching the spear at his would-be assailant—with a very marked result, to judge by the cry of pain that followed—Van wheeled in his tracks and fled in an opposite direction. By this time the entire village was in commotion. Torches flashed hither and thither—loud and excited voices were heard, and for once at least the usually apathetic Mumurus, disappointed of another white man’s head to add to their collection, were in a high state of excitement. | Van, who had completely lost his bearings, sped on through the darkness, once or twice running into a recently roused Indian. Without stopping to apologize he kept on in his flight. But the Indians against whom he stumbled quickly gave the alarm, and in a moment or two the hue and cry was turned in the direction he had taken. A dozen torches, waving wildly in the air, moved swiftly toward him. As his eyes became a little accustomed to the darkness, Van saw that his aimless flight had brought EOmicdoo ‘S (E(0)