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"
You
could
not
have
kept
the
lighter
afloat
without
me
,
"
Decoud
almost
shouted
.
"
You
would
have
gone
to
the
bottom
with
her
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
uttered
Nostromo
,
slowly
;
"
alone
.
"
Here
was
a
man
,
Decoud
reflected
,
that
seemed
as
though
he
would
have
preferred
to
die
rather
than
deface
the
perfect
form
of
his
egoism
.
Such
a
man
was
safe
.
In
silence
he
helped
the
Capataz
to
get
the
grapnel
on
board
.
Nostromo
cleared
the
shelving
shore
with
one
push
of
the
heavy
oar
,
and
Decoud
found
himself
solitary
on
the
beach
like
a
man
in
a
dream
.
A
sudden
desire
to
hear
a
human
voice
once
more
seized
upon
his
heart
.
The
lighter
was
hardly
distinguishable
from
the
black
water
upon
which
she
floated
.
"
What
do
you
think
has
become
of
Hirsch
?
"
he
shouted
.
"
Knocked
overboard
and
drowned
,
"
cried
Nostromo
's
voice
confidently
out
of
the
black
wastes
of
sky
and
sea
around
the
islet
.
"
Keep
close
in
the
ravine
,
senor
.
I
shall
try
to
come
out
to
you
in
a
night
or
two
.
"
A
slight
swishing
rustle
showed
that
Nostromo
was
setting
the
sail
.
It
filled
all
at
once
with
a
sound
as
of
a
single
loud
drum-tap
.
Decoud
went
back
to
the
ravine
.
Nostromo
,
at
the
tiller
,
looked
back
from
time
to
time
at
the
vanishing
mass
of
the
Great
Isabel
,
which
,
little
by
little
,
merged
into
the
uniform
texture
of
the
night
.
At
last
,
when
he
turned
his
head
again
,
he
saw
nothing
but
a
smooth
darkness
,
like
a
solid
wall
.
Then
he
,
too
,
experienced
that
feeling
of
solitude
which
had
weighed
heavily
on
Decoud
after
the
lighter
had
slipped
off
the
shore
.
But
while
the
man
on
the
island
was
oppressed
by
a
bizarre
sense
of
unreality
affecting
the
very
ground
upon
which
he
walked
,
the
mind
of
the
Capataz
of
the
Cargadores
turned
alertly
to
the
problem
of
future
conduct
.
Nostromo
's
faculties
,
working
on
parallel
lines
,
enabled
him
to
steer
straight
,
to
keep
a
look-out
for
Hermosa
,
near
which
he
had
to
pass
,
and
to
try
to
imagine
what
would
happen
tomorrow
in
Sulaco
.
To-morrow
,
or
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
to-day
,
since
the
dawn
was
not
very
far
,
Sotillo
would
find
out
in
what
way
the
treasure
had
gone
.
A
gang
of
Cargadores
had
been
employed
in
loading
it
into
a
railway
truck
from
the
Custom
House
store-rooms
,
and
running
the
truck
on
to
the
wharf
.
There
would
be
arrests
made
,
and
certainly
before
noon
Sotillo
would
know
in
what
manner
the
silver
had
left
Sulaco
,
and
who
it
was
that
took
it
out
.
Nostromo
's
intention
had
been
to
sail
right
into
the
harbour
;
but
at
this
thought
by
a
sudden
touch
of
the
tiller
he
threw
the
lighter
into
the
wind
and
checked
her
rapid
way
.
His
re-appearance
with
the
very
boat
would
raise
suspicions
,
would
cause
surmises
,
would
absolutely
put
Sotillo
on
the
track
.
He
himself
would
be
arrested
;
and
once
in
the
Calabozo
there
was
no
saying
what
they
would
do
to
him
to
make
him
speak
.
He
trusted
himself
,
but
he
stood
up
to
look
round
.
Near
by
,
Hermosa
showed
low
its
white
surface
as
flat
as
a
table
,
with
the
slight
run
of
the
sea
raised
by
the
breeze
washing
over
its
edges
noisily
.
The
lighter
must
be
sunk
at
once
.
