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"
I
fancy
I
hear
another
shower
on
the
water
,
"
he
observed
in
a
tone
of
quiet
content
.
"
I
hope
it
will
catch
us
up
.
"
Nostromo
ceased
chirruping
at
once
.
"
You
hear
another
shower
?
"
he
said
,
doubtfully
.
A
sort
of
thinning
of
the
darkness
seemed
to
have
taken
place
,
and
Decoud
could
see
now
the
outline
of
his
companion
's
figure
,
and
even
the
sail
came
out
of
the
night
like
a
square
block
of
dense
snow
.
The
sound
which
Decoud
had
detected
came
along
the
water
harshly
.
Nostromo
recognized
that
noise
partaking
of
a
hiss
and
a
rustle
which
spreads
out
on
all
sides
of
a
steamer
making
her
way
through
a
smooth
water
on
a
quiet
night
.
It
could
be
nothing
else
but
the
captured
transport
with
troops
from
Esmeralda
.
She
carried
no
lights
.
The
noise
of
her
steaming
,
growing
louder
every
minute
,
would
stop
at
times
altogether
,
and
then
begin
again
abruptly
,
and
sound
startlingly
nearer
;
as
if
that
invisible
vessel
,
whose
position
could
not
be
precisely
guessed
,
were
making
straight
for
the
lighter
.
Meantime
,
that
last
kept
on
sailing
slowly
and
noiselessly
before
a
breeze
so
faint
that
it
was
only
by
leaning
over
the
side
and
feeling
the
water
slip
through
his
fingers
that
Decoud
convinced
himself
they
were
moving
at
all
.
His
drowsy
feeling
had
departed
.
He
was
glad
to
know
that
the
lighter
was
moving
.
After
so
much
stillness
the
noise
of
the
steamer
seemed
uproarious
and
distracting
.
There
was
a
weirdness
in
not
being
able
to
see
her
.
Suddenly
all
was
still
.
She
had
stopped
,
but
so
close
to
them
that
the
steam
,
blowing
off
,
sent
its
rumbling
vibration
right
over
their
heads
.
"
They
are
trying
to
make
out
where
they
are
,
"
said
Decoud
in
a
whisper
.
Again
he
leaned
over
and
put
his
fingers
into
the
water
.
"
We
are
moving
quite
smartly
,
"
he
informed
Nostromo
.
"
We
seem
to
be
crossing
her
bows
,
"
said
the
Capataz
in
a
cautious
tone
.
"
But
this
is
a
blind
game
with
death
.
Moving
on
is
of
no
use
.
We
must
n't
be
seen
or
heard
.
"
His
whisper
was
hoarse
with
excitement
.
Of
all
his
face
there
was
nothing
visible
but
a
gleam
of
white
eyeballs
.
His
fingers
gripped
Decoud
's
shoulder
.
"
That
is
the
only
way
to
save
this
treasure
from
this
steamer
full
of
soldiers
.
Any
other
would
have
carried
lights
.
But
you
observe
there
is
not
a
gleam
to
show
us
where
she
is
.
"
Decoud
stood
as
if
paralyzed
;
only
his
thoughts
were
wildly
active
.
In
the
space
of
a
second
he
remembered
the
desolate
glance
of
Antonia
as
he
left
her
at
the
bedside
of
her
father
in
the
gloomy
house
of
Avellanos
,
with
shuttered
windows
,
but
all
the
doors
standing
open
,
and
deserted
by
all
the
servants
except
an
old
negro
at
the
gate
.
He
remembered
the
Casa
Gould
on
his
last
visit
,
the
arguments
,
the
tones
of
his
voice
,
the
impenetrable
attitude
of
Charles
,
Mrs.
Gould
's
face
so
blanched
with
anxiety
and
fatigue
that
her
eyes
seemed
to
have
changed
colour
,
appearing
nearly
black
by
contrast
.
Even
whole
sentences
of
the
proclamation
which
he
meant
to
make
Barrios
issue
from
his
headquarters
at
Cayta
as
soon
as
he
got
there
passed
through
his
mind
;
the
very
germ
of
the
new
State
,
the
Separationist
proclamation
which
he
had
tried
before
he
left
to
read
hurriedly
to
Don
Jose
,
stretched
out
on
his
bed
under
the
fixed
gaze
of
his
daughter
.
God
knows
whether
the
old
statesman
had
understood
it
;
he
was
unable
to
speak
,
but
he
had
certainly
lifted
his
arm
off
the
coverlet
;
his
hand
had
moved
as
if
to
make
the
sign
of
the
cross
in
the
air
,
a
gesture
of
blessing
,
of
consent
.
Decoud
had
that
very
draft
in
his
pocket
,
written
in
pencil
on
several
loose
sheets
of
paper
,
with
the
heavily-printed
heading
,
"
Administration
of
the
San
Tome
Silver
Mine
.
Sulaco
.
Republic
of
Costaguana
.
"
He
had
written
it
furiously
,
snatching
page
after
page
on
Charles
Gould
's
table
.
Mrs.
Gould
had
looked
several
times
over
his
shoulder
as
he
wrote
;
but
the
Senor
Administrador
,
standing
straddle-legged
,
would
not
even
glance
at
it
when
it
was
finished
.
He
had
waved
it
away
firmly
.
It
must
have
been
scorn
,
and
not
caution
,
since
he
never
made
a
remark
about
the
use
of
the
Administration
's
paper
for
such
a
compromising
document
.
And
that
showed
his
disdain
,
the
true
English
disdain
of
common
prudence
,
as
if
everything
outside
the
range
of
their
own
thoughts
and
feelings
were
unworthy
of
serious
recognition
.
Decoud
had
the
time
in
a
second
or
two
to
become
furiously
angry
with
Charles
Gould
,
and
even
resentful
against
Mrs.
Gould
,
in
whose
care
,
tacitly
it
is
true
,
he
had
left
the
safety
of
Antonia
.
Better
perish
a
thousand
times
than
owe
your
preservation
to
such
people
,
he
exclaimed
mentally
.
The
grip
of
Nostromo
's
fingers
never
removed
from
his
shoulder
,
tightening
fiercely
,
recalled
him
to
himself
.
