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He
allowed
her
to
drift
with
her
sail
aback
.
There
was
already
a
good
deal
of
water
in
her
.
He
allowed
her
to
drift
towards
the
harbour
entrance
,
and
,
letting
the
tiller
swing
about
,
squatted
down
and
busied
himself
in
loosening
the
plug
With
that
out
she
would
fill
very
quickly
,
and
every
lighter
carried
a
little
iron
ballast
--
enough
to
make
her
go
down
when
full
of
water
.
When
he
stood
up
again
the
noisy
wash
about
the
Hermosa
sounded
far
away
,
almost
inaudible
;
and
already
he
could
make
out
the
shape
of
land
about
the
harbour
entrance
.
This
was
a
desperate
affair
,
and
he
was
a
good
swimmer
.
A
mile
was
nothing
to
him
,
and
he
knew
of
an
easy
place
for
landing
just
below
the
earthworks
of
the
old
abandoned
fort
.
It
occurred
to
him
with
a
peculiar
fascination
that
this
fort
was
a
good
place
in
which
to
sleep
the
day
through
after
so
many
sleepless
nights
.
With
one
blow
of
the
tiller
he
unshipped
for
the
purpose
,
he
knocked
the
plug
out
,
but
did
not
take
the
trouble
to
lower
the
sail
.
He
felt
the
water
welling
up
heavily
about
his
legs
before
he
leaped
on
to
the
taffrail
.
There
,
upright
and
motionless
,
in
his
shirt
and
trousers
only
,
he
stood
waiting
.
When
he
had
felt
her
settle
he
sprang
far
away
with
a
mighty
splash
.
At
once
he
turned
his
head
.
The
gloomy
,
clouded
dawn
from
behind
the
mountains
showed
him
on
the
smooth
waters
the
upper
corner
of
the
sail
,
a
dark
wet
triangle
of
canvas
waving
slightly
to
and
fro
.
He
saw
it
vanish
,
as
if
jerked
under
,
and
then
struck
out
for
the
shore
.
Directly
the
cargo
boat
had
slipped
away
from
the
wharf
and
got
lost
in
the
darkness
of
the
harbour
the
Europeans
of
Sulaco
separated
,
to
prepare
for
the
coming
of
the
Monterist
regime
,
which
was
approaching
Sulaco
from
the
mountains
,
as
well
as
from
the
sea
.
This
bit
of
manual
work
in
loading
the
silver
was
their
last
concerted
action
.
It
ended
the
three
days
of
danger
,
during
which
,
according
to
the
newspaper
press
of
Europe
,
their
energy
had
preserved
the
town
from
the
calamities
of
popular
disorder
.
At
the
shore
end
of
the
jetty
,
Captain
Mitchell
said
good-night
and
turned
back
.
His
intention
was
to
walk
the
planks
of
the
wharf
till
the
steamer
from
Esmeralda
turned
up
.
The
engineers
of
the
railway
staff
,
collecting
their
Basque
and
Italian
workmen
,
marched
them
away
to
the
railway
yards
,
leaving
the
Custom
House
,
so
well
defended
on
the
first
day
of
the
riot
,
standing
open
to
the
four
winds
of
heaven
.
Their
men
had
conducted
themselves
bravely
and
faithfully
during
the
famous
"
three
days
"
of
Sulaco
.
In
a
great
part
this
faithfulness
and
that
courage
had
been
exercised
in
self-defence
rather
than
in
the
cause
of
those
material
interests
to
which
Charles
Gould
had
pinned
his
faith
.
Amongst
the
cries
of
the
mob
not
the
least
loud
had
been
the
cry
of
death
to
foreigners
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
a
lucky
circumstance
for
Sulaco
that
the
relations
of
those
imported
workmen
with
the
people
of
the
country
had
been
uniformly
bad
from
the
first
.
Doctor
Monygham
,
going
to
the
door
of
Viola
's
kitchen
,
observed
this
retreat
marking
the
end
of
the
foreign
interference
,
this
withdrawal
of
the
army
of
material
progress
from
the
field
of
Costaguana
revolutions
.
Algarrobe
torches
carried
on
the
outskirts
of
the
moving
body
sent
their
penetrating
aroma
into
his
nostrils
.
Their
light
,
sweeping
along
the
front
of
the
house
,
made
the
letters
of
the
inscription
,
"
Albergo
d'ltalia
Una
,
"
leap
out
black
from
end
to
end
of
the
long
wall
.
His
eyes
blinked
in
the
clear
blaze
.
Several
young
men
,
mostly
fair
and
tall
,
shepherding
this
mob
of
dark
bronzed
heads
,
surmounted
by
the
glint
of
slanting
rifle
barrels
,
nodded
to
him
familiarly
as
they
went
by
.
The
doctor
was
a
well-known
character
.
Some
of
them
wondered
what
he
was
doing
there
.
Then
,
on
the
flank
of
their
workmen
they
tramped
on
,
following
the
line
of
rails
.
"
Withdrawing
your
people
from
the
harbour
?
"
said
the
doctor
,
addressing
himself
to
the
chief
engineer
of
the
railway
,
who
had
accompanied
Charles
Gould
so
far
on
his
way
to
the
town
,
walking
by
the
side
of
the
horse
,
with
his
hand
on
the
saddle-bow
.
They
had
stopped
just
outside
the
open
door
to
let
the
workmen
cross
the
road
.
"
As
quick
as
I
can
.
We
are
not
a
political
faction
,
"
answered
the
engineer
,
meaningly
.
"
And
we
are
not
going
to
give
our
new
rulers
a
handle
against
the
railway
.
