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Decoud
remained
lost
in
reflection
.
He
tried
to
analyze
the
sensations
awaked
by
what
he
had
been
told
.
The
voice
of
the
Capataz
was
heard
again
:
"
Now
,
Don
Martin
,
let
us
take
up
the
sweeps
and
try
to
find
the
Isabels
.
It
is
either
that
or
sinking
the
lighter
if
the
day
overtakes
us
.
We
must
not
forget
that
the
steamer
from
Esmeralda
with
the
soldiers
may
be
coming
along
.
We
will
pull
straight
on
now
.
I
have
discovered
a
bit
of
a
candle
here
,
and
we
must
take
the
risk
of
a
small
light
to
make
a
course
by
the
boat
compass
.
There
is
not
enough
wind
to
blow
it
out
--
may
the
curse
of
Heaven
fall
upon
this
blind
gulf
!
"
A
small
flame
appeared
burning
quite
straight
.
It
showed
fragmentarily
the
stout
ribs
and
planking
in
the
hollow
,
empty
part
of
the
lighter
.
Decoud
could
see
Nostromo
standing
up
to
pull
.
He
saw
him
as
high
as
the
red
sash
on
his
waist
,
with
a
gleam
of
a
white-handled
revolver
and
the
wooden
haft
of
a
long
knife
protruding
on
his
left
side
.
Decoud
nerved
himself
for
the
effort
of
rowing
.
Certainly
there
was
not
enough
wind
to
blow
the
candle
out
,
but
its
flame
swayed
a
little
to
the
slow
movement
of
the
heavy
boat
.
It
was
so
big
that
with
their
utmost
efforts
they
could
not
move
it
quicker
than
about
a
mile
an
hour
.
This
was
sufficient
,
however
,
to
sweep
them
amongst
the
Isabels
long
before
daylight
came
.
There
was
a
good
six
hours
of
darkness
before
them
,
and
the
distance
from
the
harbour
to
the
Great
Isabel
did
not
exceed
two
miles
.
Decoud
put
this
heavy
toil
to
the
account
of
the
Capataz
's
impatience
.
Sometimes
they
paused
,
and
then
strained
their
ears
to
hear
the
boat
from
Esmeralda
.
In
this
perfect
quietness
a
steamer
moving
would
have
been
heard
from
far
off
.
As
to
seeing
anything
it
was
out
of
the
question
.
They
could
not
see
each
other
.
Even
the
lighter
's
sail
,
which
remained
set
,
was
invisible
.
Very
often
they
rested
.
"
Caramba
!
"
said
Nostromo
,
suddenly
,
during
one
of
those
intervals
when
they
lolled
idly
against
the
heavy
handles
of
the
sweeps
.
"
What
is
it
?
Are
you
distressed
,
Don
Martin
?
"
Decoud
assured
him
that
he
was
not
distressed
in
the
least
.
Nostromo
for
a
time
kept
perfectly
still
,
and
then
in
a
whisper
invited
Martin
to
come
aft
.
With
his
lips
touching
Decoud
's
ear
he
declared
his
belief
that
there
was
somebody
else
besides
themselves
upon
the
lighter
.
Twice
now
he
had
heard
the
sound
of
stifled
sobbing
.
"
Senor
,
"
he
whispered
with
awed
wonder
,
"
I
am
certain
that
there
is
somebody
weeping
in
this
lighter
.
"
Decoud
had
heard
nothing
.
He
expressed
his
incredulity
.
However
,
it
was
easy
to
ascertain
the
truth
of
the
matter
"
It
is
most
amazing
,
"
muttered
Nostromo
.
"
Could
anybody
have
concealed
himself
on
board
while
the
lighter
was
lying
alongside
the
wharf
?
"
