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Portrait of Luis Senarens 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.
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Portrait of Luis Senarens Luis Senarens The Sunken Isthmus; or, Frank Reade…

But Barney never dreamed that it was really Poole who was shouting.
“What craft is that?”
“The Diver, submarine boat,” replied Barney. “Phwat do yez want?”
“This is the Cuban cruiser, Santa Maria. We are looking for an armed schooner, the Meta. Have you spoken her?”
“Tare an’ ‘ounds!” exclaimed Barney; “they’re afther the Meta, an’ may they catch her. Shure, they’ll hang that Poole as shure as preachin’.”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Luis Senarens Luis Senarens The Sunken Isthmus; or, Frank Reade…

One still incredulous man ventured to ask:
“Will not the sunken isthmus be like all the rest of the bed of the sea? How will you prove it was ever above the surface?”
“If an isthmus did exist in that locality,” said Wade, logically, “there must have been habitations upon it. Probably I shall find ruins of a village, town or city, or remains of forests or craters, or river beds. There will be plenty of evidence if there ever was an isthmus.”
Wade went to New York from Washington on the night train. As he was whirled away upon the fast express he felt that he had really gained a great victory.
Source: Gutenberg

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