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"
It
is
as
if
I
were
taking
up
a
curse
upon
me
,
senor
doctor
.
A
man
with
a
treasure
on
this
coast
will
have
every
knife
raised
against
him
in
every
place
upon
the
shore
.
You
see
that
,
senor
doctor
?
I
shall
float
along
with
a
spell
upon
my
life
till
I
meet
somewhere
the
north-bound
steamer
of
the
Company
,
and
then
indeed
they
will
talk
about
the
Capataz
of
the
Sulaco
Cargadores
from
one
end
of
America
to
another
.
"
Dr.
Monygham
laughed
his
short
,
throaty
laugh
.
Nostromo
turned
round
in
the
doorway
.
"
But
if
your
worship
can
find
any
other
man
ready
and
fit
for
such
business
I
will
stand
back
.
I
am
not
exactly
tired
of
my
life
,
though
I
am
so
poor
that
I
can
carry
all
I
have
with
myself
on
my
horse
's
back
.
"
"
You
gamble
too
much
,
and
never
say
'
no
'
to
a
pretty
face
,
Capataz
,
"
said
Dr.
Monygham
,
with
sly
simplicity
.
"
That
's
not
the
way
to
make
a
fortune
.
But
nobody
that
I
know
ever
suspected
you
of
being
poor
.
I
hope
you
have
made
a
good
bargain
in
case
you
come
back
safe
from
this
adventure
.
"
"
What
bargain
would
your
worship
have
made
?
"
asked
Nostromo
,
blowing
the
smoke
out
of
his
lips
through
the
doorway
.
Dr.
Monygham
listened
up
the
staircase
for
a
moment
before
he
answered
,
with
another
of
his
short
,
abrupt
laughs
--
"
Illustrious
Capataz
,
for
taking
the
curse
of
death
upon
my
back
,
as
you
call
it
,
nothing
else
but
the
whole
treasure
would
do
.
"
Nostromo
vanished
out
of
the
doorway
with
a
grunt
of
discontent
at
this
jeering
answer
.
Dr.
Monygham
heard
him
gallop
away
.
Nostromo
rode
furiously
in
the
dark
.
There
were
lights
in
the
buildings
of
the
O.S.N.
Company
near
the
wharf
,
but
before
he
got
there
he
met
the
Gould
carriage
.
The
horseman
preceded
it
with
the
torch
,
whose
light
showed
the
white
mules
trotting
,
the
portly
Ignacio
driving
,
and
Basilio
with
the
carbine
on
the
box
.
From
the
dark
body
of
the
landau
Mrs.
Gould
's
voice
cried
,
"
They
are
waiting
for
you
,
Capataz
!
"
She
was
returning
,
chilly
and
excited
,
with
Decoud
's
pocket-book
still
held
in
her
hand
.
He
had
confided
it
to
her
to
send
to
his
sister
.
"
Perhaps
my
last
words
to
her
,
"
he
had
said
,
pressing
Mrs.
Gould
's
hand
.
