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The
mere
presence
of
a
coward
,
however
passive
,
brings
an
element
of
treachery
into
a
dangerous
situation
.
Nostromo
's
nervous
impatience
passed
into
gloomy
thoughtfulness
.
Decoud
,
in
an
undertone
,
as
if
speaking
to
himself
,
remarked
that
,
after
all
,
this
bizarre
event
made
no
great
difference
.
He
could
not
conceive
what
harm
the
man
could
do
.
At
most
he
would
be
in
the
way
,
like
an
inanimate
and
useless
object
--
like
a
block
of
wood
,
for
instance
.
"
I
would
think
twice
before
getting
rid
of
a
piece
of
wood
,
"
said
Nostromo
,
calmly
.
"
Something
may
happen
unexpectedly
where
you
could
make
use
of
it
.
But
in
an
affair
like
ours
a
man
like
this
ought
to
be
thrown
overboard
.
Even
if
he
were
as
brave
as
a
lion
we
would
not
want
him
here
.
We
are
not
running
away
for
our
lives
.
Senor
,
there
is
no
harm
in
a
brave
man
trying
to
save
himself
with
ingenuity
and
courage
;
but
you
have
heard
his
tale
,
Don
Martin
.
His
being
here
is
a
miracle
of
fear
--
"
Nostromo
paused
.
"
There
is
no
room
for
fear
in
this
lighter
,
"
he
added
through
his
teeth
.
Decoud
had
no
answer
to
make
.
It
was
not
a
position
for
argument
,
for
a
display
of
scruples
or
feelings
.
There
were
a
thousand
ways
in
which
a
panic-stricken
man
could
make
himself
dangerous
.
It
was
evident
that
Hirsch
could
not
be
spoken
to
,
reasoned
with
,
or
persuaded
into
a
rational
line
of
conduct
.
The
story
of
his
own
escape
demonstrated
that
clearly
enough
.
Decoud
thought
that
it
was
a
thousand
pities
the
wretch
had
not
died
of
fright
.
Nature
,
who
had
made
him
what
he
was
,
seemed
to
have
calculated
cruelly
how
much
he
could
bear
in
the
way
of
atrocious
anguish
without
actually
expiring
.
Some
compassion
was
due
to
so
much
terror
.
Decoud
,
though
imaginative
enough
for
sympathy
,
resolved
not
to
interfere
with
any
action
that
Nostromo
would
take
.
But
Nostromo
did
nothing
.
And
the
fate
of
Senor
Hirsch
remained
suspended
in
the
darkness
of
the
gulf
at
the
mercy
of
events
which
could
not
be
foreseen
.
The
Capataz
,
extending
his
hand
,
put
out
the
candle
suddenly
.
It
was
to
Decoud
as
if
his
companion
had
destroyed
,
by
a
single
touch
,
the
world
of
affairs
,
of
loves
,
of
revolution
,
where
his
complacent
superiority
analyzed
fearlessly
all
motives
and
all
passions
,
including
his
own
.
He
gasped
a
little
.
Decoud
was
affected
by
the
novelty
of
his
position
.
Intellectually
self-confident
,
he
suffered
from
being
deprived
of
the
only
weapon
he
could
use
with
effect
.
No
intelligence
could
penetrate
the
darkness
of
the
Placid
Gulf
.
There
remained
only
one
thing
he
was
certain
of
,
and
that
was
the
overweening
vanity
of
his
companion
.
It
was
direct
,
uncomplicated
,
naive
,
and
effectual
.
Decoud
,
who
had
been
making
use
of
him
,
had
tried
to
understand
his
man
thoroughly
.
He
had
discovered
a
complete
singleness
of
motive
behind
the
varied
manifestations
of
a
consistent
character
.
This
was
why
the
man
remained
so
astonishingly
simple
in
the
jealous
greatness
of
his
conceit
.
And
now
there
was
a
complication
.
It
was
evident
that
he
resented
having
been
given
a
task
in
which
there
were
so
many
chances
of
failure
.
"
I
wonder
,
"
thought
Decoud
,
"
how
he
would
behave
if
I
were
not
here
.
"
He
heard
Nostromo
mutter
again
,
"
No
!
there
is
no
room
for
fear
on
this
lighter
.
Courage
itself
does
not
seem
good
enough
.
I
have
a
good
eye
and
a
steady
hand
;
no
man
can
say
he
ever
saw
me
tired
or
uncertain
what
to
do
;
but
por
Dios
,
Don
Martin
,
I
have
been
sent
out
into
this
black
calm
on
a
business
where
neither
a
good
eye
,
nor
a
steady
hand
,
nor
judgment
are
any
use
...
.
"
He
swore
a
string
of
oaths
in
Spanish
and
Italian
under
his
breath
.
"
Nothing
but
sheer
desperation
will
do
for
this
affair
.
"
These
words
were
in
strange
contrast
to
the
prevailing
peace
--
to
this
almost
solid
stillness
of
the
gulf
.
A
shower
fell
with
an
abrupt
whispering
sound
all
round
the
boat
,
and
Decoud
took
off
his
hat
,
and
,
letting
his
head
get
wet
,
felt
greatly
refreshed
.
Presently
a
steady
little
draught
of
air
caressed
his
cheek
.
The
lighter
began
to
move
,
but
the
shower
distanced
it
.
The
drops
ceased
to
fall
upon
his
head
and
hands
,
the
whispering
died
out
in
the
distance
.
Nostromo
emitted
a
grunt
of
satisfaction
,
and
grasping
the
tiller
,
chirruped
softly
,
as
sailors
do
,
to
encourage
the
wind
.
Never
for
the
last
three
days
had
Decoud
felt
less
the
need
for
what
the
Capataz
would
call
desperation
.
