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But
one
of
my
Cargadores
,
who
had
been
a
soldier
,
told
me
that
he
had
once
ordered
a
man
to
be
flayed
alive
in
the
remote
Campo
,
where
he
was
sent
recruiting
amongst
the
people
of
the
Estancias
.
It
has
never
entered
his
head
that
the
Compania
had
a
man
capable
of
baffling
his
game
.
"
The
murmuring
loquacity
of
the
Capataz
disturbed
Decoud
like
a
hint
of
weakness
.
And
yet
,
talkative
resolution
may
be
as
genuine
as
grim
silence
.
"
Sotillo
is
not
baffled
so
far
,
"
he
said
.
"
Have
you
forgotten
that
crazy
man
forward
?
"
Nostromo
had
not
forgotten
Senor
Hirsch
.
He
reproached
himself
bitterly
for
not
having
visited
the
lighter
carefully
before
leaving
the
wharf
.
He
reproached
himself
for
not
having
stabbed
and
flung
Hirsch
overboard
at
the
very
moment
of
discovery
without
even
looking
at
his
face
.
That
would
have
been
consistent
with
the
desperate
character
of
the
affair
.
Whatever
happened
,
Sotillo
was
already
baffled
.
Even
if
that
wretch
,
now
as
silent
as
death
,
did
anything
to
betray
the
nearness
of
the
lighter
,
Sotillo
--
if
Sotillo
it
was
in
command
of
the
troops
on
board
--
would
be
still
baffled
of
his
plunder
.
"
I
have
an
axe
in
my
hand
,
"
Nostromo
whispered
,
wrathfully
,
"
that
in
three
strokes
would
cut
through
the
side
down
to
the
water
's
edge
.
Moreover
,
each
lighter
has
a
plug
in
the
stern
,
and
I
know
exactly
where
it
is
.
I
feel
it
under
the
sole
of
my
foot
.
"
Decoud
recognized
the
ring
of
genuine
determination
in
the
nervous
murmurs
,
the
vindictive
excitement
of
the
famous
Capataz
.
Before
the
steamer
,
guided
by
a
shriek
or
two
(
for
there
could
be
no
more
than
that
,
Nostromo
said
,
gnashing
his
teeth
audibly
)
,
could
find
the
lighter
there
would
be
plenty
of
time
to
sink
this
treasure
tied
up
round
his
neck
.
The
last
words
he
hissed
into
Decoud
's
ear
.
Decoud
said
nothing
.
He
was
perfectly
convinced
.
The
usual
characteristic
quietness
of
the
man
was
gone
.
It
was
not
equal
to
the
situation
as
he
conceived
it
.
Something
deeper
,
something
unsuspected
by
everyone
,
had
come
to
the
surface
.
Decoud
,
with
careful
movements
,
slipped
off
his
overcoat
and
divested
himself
of
his
boots
;
he
did
not
consider
himself
bound
in
honour
to
sink
with
the
treasure
.
His
object
was
to
get
down
to
Barrios
,
in
Cayta
,
as
the
Capataz
knew
very
well
;
and
he
,
too
,
meant
,
in
his
own
way
,
to
put
into
that
attempt
all
the
desperation
of
which
he
was
capable
.
Nostromo
muttered
,
"
True
,
true
!
You
are
a
politician
,
senor
.
Rejoin
the
army
,
and
start
another
revolution
.
"
He
pointed
out
,
however
,
that
there
was
a
little
boat
belonging
to
every
lighter
fit
to
carry
two
men
,
if
not
more
.
Theirs
was
towing
behind
.
Of
that
Decoud
had
not
been
aware
.
Of
course
,
it
was
too
dark
to
see
,
and
it
was
only
when
Nostromo
put
his
hand
upon
its
painter
fastened
to
a
cleat
in
the
stern
that
he
experienced
a
full
measure
of
relief
.
The
prospect
of
finding
himself
in
the
water
and
swimming
,
overwhelmed
by
ignorance
and
darkness
,
probably
in
a
circle
,
till
he
sank
from
exhaustion
,
was
revolting
.
The
barren
and
cruel
futility
of
such
an
end
intimidated
his
affectation
of
careless
pessimism
.
In
comparison
to
it
,
the
chance
of
being
left
floating
in
a
boat
,
exposed
to
thirst
,
hunger
,
discovery
,
imprisonment
,
execution
,
presented
itself
with
an
aspect
of
amenity
worth
securing
even
at
the
cost
of
some
self-contempt
.
He
did
not
accept
Nostromo
's
proposal
that
he
should
get
into
the
boat
at
once
.
"
Something
sudden
may
overwhelm
us
,
senor
,
"
the
Capataz
remarked
promising
faithfully
,
at
the
same
time
,
to
let
go
the
painter
at
the
moment
when
the
necessity
became
manifest
.
