Luis Senarens,
The Sunken Isthmus; or, Frank Reade…
“ For a moment Frank Reade, Jr., was so overwhelmed with scorn that he could not speak. When he did recover his voice it was metallic and raspy.“My friend,” he said, “you labor under a wrong impression. We are not fools; neither are we to be cajoled or bullied. If you had come to me in an honorable, open manner I would not have refused the favor, but as it stands, I would not grant it to you for any consideration. We are going back to our boat. Be so kind as to unbar that door.”In spite of his pretended advantage the villain quailed before Frank’s eagle gaze and commanding manner. ”
