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The
colonel
was
not
the
man
to
let
any
sort
of
darkness
stand
in
the
way
of
the
planned
surprise
.
It
appeared
to
him
a
dead
certainty
;
his
heart
was
set
upon
his
object
with
an
ungovernable
,
childlike
impatience
.
Ever
since
the
steamer
had
rounded
Punta
Mala
,
to
enter
the
deeper
shadow
of
the
gulf
,
he
had
remained
on
the
bridge
in
a
group
of
officers
as
excited
as
himself
.
Distracted
between
the
coaxings
and
menaces
of
Sotillo
and
his
Staff
,
the
miserable
commander
of
the
steamer
kept
her
moving
with
as
much
prudence
as
they
would
let
him
exercise
.
Some
of
them
had
been
drinking
heavily
,
no
doubt
;
but
the
prospect
of
laying
hands
on
so
much
wealth
made
them
absurdly
foolhardy
,
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
extremely
anxious
.
The
old
major
of
the
battalion
,
a
stupid
,
suspicious
man
,
who
had
never
been
afloat
in
his
life
,
distinguished
himself
by
putting
out
suddenly
the
binnacle
light
,
the
only
one
allowed
on
board
for
the
necessities
of
navigation
.
He
could
not
understand
of
what
use
it
could
be
for
finding
the
way
.
To
the
vehement
protestations
of
the
ship
's
captain
,
he
stamped
his
foot
and
tapped
the
handle
of
his
sword
.
"
Aha
!
I
have
unmasked
you
,
"
he
cried
,
triumphantly
.
"
You
are
tearing
your
hair
from
despair
at
my
acuteness
.
Am
I
a
child
to
believe
that
a
light
in
that
brass
box
can
show
you
where
the
harbour
is
?
I
am
an
old
soldier
,
I
am
.
I
can
smell
a
traitor
a
league
off
.
You
wanted
that
gleam
to
betray
our
approach
to
your
friend
the
Englishman
.
A
thing
like
that
show
you
the
way
!
What
a
miserable
lie
!
Que
picardia
!
You
Sulaco
people
are
all
in
the
pay
of
those
foreigners
.
You
deserve
to
be
run
through
the
body
with
my
sword
.
"
Other
officers
,
crowding
round
,
tried
to
calm
his
indignation
,
repeating
persuasively
,
"
No
,
no
!
This
is
an
appliance
of
the
mariners
,
major
.
This
is
no
treachery
.
"
The
captain
of
the
transport
flung
himself
face
downwards
on
the
bridge
,
and
refused
to
rise
.
"
Put
an
end
to
me
at
once
,
"
he
repeated
in
a
stifled
voice
.
Sotillo
had
to
interfere
.
The
uproar
and
confusion
on
the
bridge
became
so
great
that
the
helmsman
fled
from
the
wheel
.
He
took
refuge
in
the
engine-room
,
and
alarmed
the
engineers
,
who
,
disregarding
the
threats
of
the
soldiers
set
on
guard
over
them
,
stopped
the
engines
,
protesting
that
they
would
rather
be
shot
than
run
the
risk
of
being
drowned
down
below
.
This
was
the
first
time
Nostromo
and
Decoud
heard
the
steamer
stop
.
After
order
had
been
restored
,
and
the
binnacle
lamp
relighted
,
she
went
ahead
again
,
passing
wide
of
the
lighter
in
her
search
for
the
Isabels
.
The
group
could
not
be
made
out
,
and
,
at
the
pitiful
entreaties
of
the
captain
,
Sotillo
allowed
the
engines
to
be
stopped
again
to
wait
for
one
of
those
periodical
lightenings
of
darkness
caused
by
the
shifting
of
the
cloud
canopy
spread
above
the
waters
of
the
gulf
.
Sotillo
,
on
the
bridge
,
muttered
from
time
to
time
angrily
to
the
captain
.
The
other
,
in
an
apologetic
and
cringing
tone
,
begged
su
merced
the
colonel
to
take
into
consideration
the
limitations
put
upon
human
faculties
by
the
darkness
of
the
night
.
Sotillo
swelled
with
rage
and
impatience
.
It
was
the
chance
of
a
lifetime
.
"
If
your
eyes
are
of
no
more
use
to
you
than
this
,
I
shall
have
them
put
out
,
"
he
yelled
.
The
captain
of
the
steamer
made
no
answer
,
for
just
then
the
mass
of
the
Great
Isabel
loomed
up
darkly
after
a
passing
shower
,
then
vanished
,
as
if
swept
away
by
a
wave
of
greater
obscurity
preceding
another
downpour
.
This
was
enough
for
him
.
In
the
voice
of
a
man
come
back
to
life
again
,
he
informed
Sotillo
that
in
an
hour
he
would
be
alongside
the
Sulaco
wharf
.
The
ship
was
put
then
full
speed
on
the
course
,
and
a
great
bustle
of
preparation
for
landing
arose
among
the
soldiers
on
her
deck
.
It
was
heard
distinctly
by
Decoud
and
Nostromo
.
The
Capataz
understood
its
meaning
.
They
had
made
out
the
Isabels
,
and
were
going
on
now
in
a
straight
line
for
Sulaco
.
He
judged
that
they
would
pass
close
;
but
believed
that
lying
still
like
this
,
with
the
sail
lowered
,
the
lighter
could
not
be
seen
.
"
No
,
not
even
if
they
rubbed
sides
with
us
,
"
he
muttered
.
