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"
And
you
say
it
was
like
sobbing
?
"
asked
Decoud
,
lowering
his
voice
,
too
.
"
If
he
is
weeping
,
whoever
he
is
he
can
not
be
very
dangerous
.
"
Clambering
over
the
precious
pile
in
the
middle
,
they
crouched
low
on
the
foreside
of
the
mast
and
groped
under
the
half-deck
.
Right
forward
,
in
the
narrowest
part
,
their
hands
came
upon
the
limbs
of
a
man
,
who
remained
as
silent
as
death
.
Too
startled
themselves
to
make
a
sound
,
they
dragged
him
aft
by
one
arm
and
the
collar
of
his
coat
.
He
was
limp
--
lifeless
.
The
light
of
the
bit
of
candle
fell
upon
a
round
,
hook-nosed
face
with
black
moustaches
and
little
side-whiskers
.
He
was
extremely
dirty
.
A
greasy
growth
of
beard
was
sprouting
on
the
shaven
parts
of
the
cheeks
.
The
thick
lips
were
slightly
parted
,
but
the
eyes
remained
closed
.
Decoud
,
to
his
immense
astonishment
,
recognized
Senor
Hirsch
,
the
hide
merchant
from
Esmeralda
.
Nostromo
,
too
,
had
recognized
him
.
And
they
gazed
at
each
other
across
the
body
,
lying
with
its
naked
feet
higher
than
its
head
,
in
an
absurd
pretence
of
sleep
,
faintness
,
or
death
.
FOR
a
moment
,
before
this
extraordinary
find
,
they
forgot
their
own
concerns
and
sensations
.
Senor
Hirsch
's
sensations
as
he
lay
there
must
have
been
those
of
extreme
terror
.
For
a
long
time
he
refused
to
give
a
sign
of
life
,
till
at
last
Decoud
's
objurgations
,
and
,
perhaps
more
,
Nostromo
's
impatient
suggestion
that
he
should
be
thrown
overboard
,
as
he
seemed
to
be
dead
,
induced
him
to
raise
one
eyelid
first
,
and
then
the
other
.
It
appeared
that
he
had
never
found
a
safe
opportunity
to
leave
Sulaco
.
He
lodged
with
Anzani
,
the
universal
storekeeper
,
on
the
Plaza
Mayor
.
But
when
the
riot
broke
out
he
had
made
his
escape
from
his
host
's
house
before
daylight
,
and
in
such
a
hurry
that
he
had
forgotten
to
put
on
his
shoes
.
He
had
run
out
impulsively
in
his
socks
,
and
with
his
hat
in
his
hand
,
into
the
garden
of
Anzani
's
house
.
Fear
gave
him
the
necessary
agility
to
climb
over
several
low
walls
,
and
afterwards
he
blundered
into
the
overgrown
cloisters
of
the
ruined
Franciscan
convent
in
one
of
the
by-streets
.
He
forced
himself
into
the
midst
of
matted
bushes
with
the
recklessness
of
desperation
,
and
this
accounted
for
his
scratched
body
and
his
torn
clothing
.
He
lay
hidden
there
all
day
,
his
tongue
cleaving
to
the
roof
of
his
mouth
with
all
the
intensity
of
thirst
engendered
by
heat
and
fear
.
Three
times
different
bands
of
men
invaded
the
place
with
shouts
and
imprecations
,
looking
for
Father
Corbelan
;
but
towards
the
evening
,
still
lying
on
his
face
in
the
bushes
,
he
thought
he
would
die
from
the
fear
of
silence
.
He
was
not
very
clear
as
to
what
had
induced
him
to
leave
the
place
,
but
evidently
he
had
got
out
and
slunk
successfully
out
of
town
along
the
deserted
back
lanes
.
He
wandered
in
the
darkness
near
the
railway
,
so
maddened
by
apprehension
that
he
dared
not
even
approach
the
fires
of
the
pickets
of
Italian
workmen
guarding
the
line
.
He
had
a
vague
idea
evidently
of
finding
refuge
in
the
railway
yards
,
but
the
dogs
rushed
upon
him
,
barking
;
men
began
to
shout
;
a
shot
was
fired
at
random
.
He
fled
away
from
the
gates
.
By
the
merest
accident
,
as
it
happened
,
he
took
the
direction
of
the
O.S.N.
Company
's
offices
.
Twice
he
stumbled
upon
the
bodies
of
men
killed
during
the
day
.
But
everything
living
frightened
him
much
more
.
He
crouched
,
crept
,
crawled
,
made
dashes
,
guided
by
a
sort
of
animal
instinct
,
keeping
away
from
every
light
and
from
every
sound
of
voices
.
His
idea
was
to
throw
himself
at
the
feet
of
Captain
Mitchell
and
beg
for
shelter
in
the
Company
's
offices
.
It
was
all
dark
there
as
he
approached
on
his
hands
and
knees
,
but
suddenly
someone
on
guard
challenged
loudly
,
"
Quien
vive
?
"
There
were
more
dead
men
lying
about
,
and
he
flattened
himself
down
at
once
by
the
side
of
a
cold
corpse
.
He
heard
a
voice
saying
,
"
Here
is
one
of
those
wounded
rascals
crawling
about
.
Shall
I
go
and
finish
him
?
"
And
another
voice
objected
that
it
was
not
safe
to
go
out
without
a
lantern
upon
such
an
errand
;
perhaps
it
was
only
some
negro
Liberal
looking
for
a
chance
to
stick
a
knife
into
the
stomach
of
an
honest
man
.
Hirsch
did
n't
stay
to
hear
any
more
,
but
crawling
away
to
the
end
of
the
wharf
,
hid
himself
amongst
a
lot
of
empty
casks
.
After
a
while
some
people
came
along
,
talking
,
and
with
glowing
cigarettes
.
He
did
not
stop
to
ask
himself
whether
they
would
be
likely
to
do
him
any
harm
,
but
bolted
incontinently
along
the
jetty
,
saw
a
lighter
lying
moored
at
the
end
,
and
threw
himself
into
it
.
In
his
desire
to
find
cover
he
crept
right
forward
under
the
half-deck
,
and
he
had
remained
there
more
dead
than
alive
,
suffering
agonies
of
hunger
and
thirst
,
and
almost
fainting
with
terror
,
when
he
heard
numerous
footsteps
and
the
voices
of
the
Europeans
who
came
in
a
body
escorting
the
wagonload
of
treasure
,
pushed
along
the
rails
by
a
squad
of
Cargadores
.
He
understood
perfectly
what
was
being
done
from
the
talk
,
but
did
not
disclose
his
presence
from
the
fear
that
he
would
not
be
allowed
to
remain
.
His
only
idea
at
the
time
,
overpowering
and
masterful
,
was
to
get
away
from
this
terrible
Sulaco
.
And
now
he
regretted
it
very
much
.
He
had
heard
Nostromo
talk
to
Decoud
,
and
wished
himself
back
on
shore
.
He
did
not
desire
to
be
involved
in
any
desperate
affair
--
in
a
situation
where
one
could
not
run
away
.
The
involuntary
groans
of
his
anguished
spirit
had
betrayed
him
to
the
sharp
ears
of
the
Capataz
.
They
had
propped
him
up
in
a
sitting
posture
against
the
side
of
the
lighter
,
and
he
went
on
with
the
moaning
account
of
his
adventures
till
his
voice
broke
,
his
head
fell
forward
.
"
Water
,
"
he
whispered
,
with
difficulty
.
Decoud
held
one
of
the
cans
to
his
lips
.
He
revived
after
an
extraordinarily
short
time
,
and
scrambled
up
to
his
feet
wildly
.
Nostromo
,
in
an
angry
and
threatening
voice
,
ordered
him
forward
.
Hirsch
was
one
of
those
men
whom
fear
lashes
like
a
whip
,
and
he
must
have
had
an
appalling
idea
of
the
Capataz
's
ferocity
.
He
displayed
an
extraordinary
agility
in
disappearing
forward
into
the
darkness
.
They
heard
him
getting
over
the
tarpaulin
;
then
there
was
the
sound
of
a
heavy
fall
,
followed
by
a
weary
sigh
.
Afterwards
all
was
still
in
the
fore-part
of
the
lighter
,
as
though
he
had
killed
himself
in
his
headlong
tumble
.
Nostromo
shouted
in
a
menacing
voice
--
"
Lie
still
there
!
Do
not
move
a
limb
.
If
I
hear
as
much
as
a
loud
breath
from
you
I
shall
come
over
there
and
put
a
bullet
through
your
head
.
"
