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"
I
told
you
;
I
told
you
,
"
he
mumbled
.
"
I
could
smell
some
treachery
,
some
diableria
a
league
off
.
"
Meantime
,
the
steamer
had
kept
on
her
way
towards
Sulaco
,
where
only
the
truth
of
that
matter
could
be
ascertained
.
Decoud
and
Nostromo
heard
the
loud
churning
of
her
propeller
diminish
and
die
out
;
and
then
,
with
no
useless
words
,
busied
themselves
in
making
for
the
Isabels
.
The
last
shower
had
brought
with
it
a
gentle
but
steady
breeze
.
The
danger
was
not
over
yet
,
and
there
was
no
time
for
talk
.
The
lighter
was
leaking
like
a
sieve
.
They
splashed
in
the
water
at
every
step
.
The
Capataz
put
into
Decoud
's
hands
the
handle
of
the
pump
which
was
fitted
at
the
side
aft
,
and
at
once
,
without
question
or
remark
,
Decoud
began
to
pump
in
utter
forgetfulness
of
every
desire
but
that
of
keeping
the
treasure
afloat
.
Nostromo
hoisted
the
sail
,
flew
back
to
the
tiller
,
pulled
at
the
sheet
like
mad
.
The
short
flare
of
a
match
(
they
had
been
kept
dry
in
a
tight
tin
box
,
though
the
man
himself
was
completely
wet
)
,
disclosed
to
the
toiling
Decoud
the
eagerness
of
his
face
,
bent
low
over
the
box
of
the
compass
,
and
the
attentive
stare
of
his
eyes
.
He
knew
now
where
he
was
,
and
he
hoped
to
run
the
sinking
lighter
ashore
in
the
shallow
cove
where
the
high
,
cliff-like
end
of
the
Great
Isabel
is
divided
in
two
equal
parts
by
a
deep
and
overgrown
ravine
.
Decoud
pumped
without
intermission
.
Nostromo
steered
without
relaxing
for
a
second
the
intense
,
peering
effort
of
his
stare
.
Each
of
them
was
as
if
utterly
alone
with
his
task
.
It
did
not
occur
to
them
to
speak
.
There
was
nothing
in
common
between
them
but
the
knowledge
that
the
damaged
lighter
must
be
slowly
but
surely
sinking
.
In
that
knowledge
,
which
was
like
the
crucial
test
of
their
desires
,
they
seemed
to
have
become
completely
estranged
,
as
if
they
had
discovered
in
the
very
shock
of
the
collision
that
the
loss
of
the
lighter
would
not
mean
the
same
thing
to
them
both
.
This
common
danger
brought
their
differences
in
aim
,
in
view
,
in
character
,
and
in
position
,
into
absolute
prominence
in
the
private
vision
of
each
.
There
was
no
bond
of
conviction
,
of
common
idea
;
they
were
merely
two
adventurers
pursuing
each
his
own
adventure
,
involved
in
the
same
imminence
of
deadly
peril
.
Therefore
they
had
nothing
to
say
to
each
other
.
But
this
peril
,
this
only
incontrovertible
truth
in
which
they
shared
,
seemed
to
act
as
an
inspiration
to
their
mental
and
bodily
powers
.
There
was
certainly
something
almost
miraculous
in
the
way
the
Capataz
made
the
cove
with
nothing
but
the
shadowy
hint
of
the
island
's
shape
and
the
vague
gleam
of
a
small
sandy
strip
for
a
guide
.
Where
the
ravine
opens
between
the
cliffs
,
and
a
slender
,
shallow
rivulet
meanders
out
of
the
bushes
to
lose
itself
in
the
sea
,
the
lighter
was
run
ashore
;
and
the
two
men
,
with
a
taciturn
,
undaunted
energy
,
began
to
discharge
her
precious
freight
,
carrying
each
ox-hide
box
up
the
bed
of
the
rivulet
beyond
the
bushes
to
a
hollow
place
which
the
caving
in
of
the
soil
had
made
below
the
roots
of
a
large
tree
.
Its
big
smooth
trunk
leaned
like
a
falling
column
far
over
the
trickle
of
water
running
amongst
the
loose
stones
.
A
couple
of
years
before
Nostromo
had
spent
a
whole
Sunday
,
all
alone
,
exploring
the
island
.
He
explained
this
to
Decoud
after
their
task
was
done
,
and
they
sat
,
weary
in
every
limb
,
with
their
legs
hanging
down
the
low
bank
,
and
their
backs
against
the
tree
,
like
a
pair
of
blind
men
aware
of
each
other
and
their
surroundings
by
some
indefinable
sixth
sense
.
"
Yes
,
"
Nostromo
repeated
,
"
I
never
forget
a
place
I
have
carefully
looked
at
once
.
"
He
spoke
slowly
,
almost
lazily
,
as
if
there
had
been
a
whole
leisurely
life
before
him
,
instead
of
the
scanty
two
hours
before
daylight
.
The
existence
of
the
treasure
,
barely
concealed
in
this
improbable
spot
,
laid
a
burden
of
secrecy
upon
every
contemplated
step
,
upon
every
intention
and
plan
of
future
conduct
.
He
felt
the
partial
failure
of
this
desperate
affair
entrusted
to
the
great
reputation
he
had
known
how
to
make
for
himself
.
However
,
it
was
also
a
partial
success
.
His
vanity
was
half
appeased
.
His
nervous
irritation
had
subsided
.
"
You
never
know
what
may
be
of
use
,
"
he
pursued
with
his
usual
quietness
of
tone
and
manner
.
"
I
spent
a
whole
miserable
Sunday
in
exploring
this
crumb
of
land
.
"
"
A
misanthropic
sort
of
occupation
,
"
muttered
Decoud
,
viciously
.
"
You
had
no
money
,
I
suppose
,
to
gamble
with
,
and
to
fling
about
amongst
the
girls
in
your
usual
haunts
,
Capataz
.
"
