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"
He
's
quite
alone
up
there
,
"
grunted
Doctor
Monygham
,
with
a
toss
of
his
heavy
head
towards
the
narrow
staircase
.
"
Every
living
soul
has
cleared
out
,
and
Mrs.
Gould
took
the
girls
away
just
now
.
It
might
not
be
over-safe
for
them
out
here
before
very
long
.
Of
course
,
as
a
doctor
I
can
do
nothing
more
here
;
but
she
has
asked
me
to
stay
with
old
Viola
,
and
as
I
have
no
horse
to
get
back
to
the
mine
,
where
I
ought
to
be
,
I
made
no
difficulty
to
stay
.
They
can
do
without
me
in
the
town
.
"
"
I
have
a
good
mind
to
remain
with
you
,
doctor
,
till
we
see
whether
anything
happens
to-night
at
the
harbour
,
"
declared
the
engineer-in-chief
.
"
He
must
not
be
molested
by
Sotillo
's
soldiery
,
who
may
push
on
as
far
as
this
at
once
.
Sotillo
used
to
be
very
cordial
to
me
at
the
Goulds
'
and
at
the
club
.
How
that
man
'll
ever
dare
to
look
any
of
his
friends
here
in
the
face
I
ca
n't
imagine
.
"
"
He
'll
no
doubt
begin
by
shooting
some
of
them
to
get
over
the
first
awkwardness
,
"
said
the
doctor
.
"
Nothing
in
this
country
serves
better
your
military
man
who
has
changed
sides
than
a
few
summary
executions
.
"
He
spoke
with
a
gloomy
positiveness
that
left
no
room
for
protest
.
The
engineer-in-chief
did
not
attempt
any
.
He
simply
nodded
several
times
regretfully
,
then
said
--
"
I
think
we
shall
be
able
to
mount
you
in
the
morning
,
doctor
.
Our
peons
have
recovered
some
of
our
stampeded
horses
.
By
riding
hard
and
taking
a
wide
circuit
by
Los
Hatos
and
along
the
edge
of
the
forest
,
clear
of
Rincon
altogether
,
you
may
hope
to
reach
the
San
Tome
bridge
without
being
interfered
with
.
The
mine
is
just
now
,
to
my
mind
,
the
safest
place
for
anybody
at
all
compromised
.
I
only
wish
the
railway
was
as
difficult
to
touch
.
"
"
Am
I
compromised
?
"
Doctor
Monygham
brought
out
slowly
after
a
short
silence
.
"
The
whole
Gould
Concession
is
compromised
.
It
could
not
have
remained
for
ever
outside
the
political
life
of
the
country
--
if
those
convulsions
may
be
called
life
.
The
thing
is
--
can
it
be
touched
?
The
moment
was
bound
to
come
when
neutrality
would
become
impossible
,
and
Charles
Gould
understood
this
well
.
I
believe
he
is
prepared
for
every
extremity
.
A
man
of
his
sort
has
never
contemplated
remaining
indefinitely
at
the
mercy
of
ignorance
and
corruption
.
It
was
like
being
a
prisoner
in
a
cavern
of
banditti
with
the
price
of
your
ransom
in
your
pocket
,
and
buying
your
life
from
day
to
day
.
Your
mere
safety
,
not
your
liberty
,
mind
,
doctor
.
I
know
what
I
am
talking
about
.
The
image
at
which
you
shrug
your
shoulders
is
perfectly
correct
,
especially
if
you
conceive
such
a
prisoner
endowed
with
the
power
of
replenishing
his
pocket
by
means
as
remote
from
the
faculties
of
his
captors
as
if
they
were
magic
.
You
must
have
understood
that
as
well
as
I
do
,
doctor
.
He
was
in
the
position
of
the
goose
with
the
golden
eggs
.
I
broached
this
matter
to
him
as
far
back
as
Sir
John
's
visit
here
.
The
prisoner
of
stupid
and
greedy
banditti
is
always
at
the
mercy
of
the
first
imbecile
ruffian
,
who
may
blow
out
his
brains
in
a
fit
of
temper
or
for
some
prospect
of
an
immediate
big
haul
.
The
tale
of
killing
the
goose
with
the
golden
eggs
has
not
been
evolved
for
nothing
out
of
the
wisdom
of
mankind
.
It
is
a
story
that
will
never
grow
old
.
That
is
why
Charles
Gould
in
his
deep
,
dumb
way
has
countenanced
the
Ribierist
Mandate
,
the
first
public
act
that
promised
him
safety
on
other
than
venal
grounds
.
Ribierism
has
failed
,
as
everything
merely
rational
fails
in
this
country
.
But
Gould
remains
logical
in
wishing
to
save
this
big
lot
of
silver
.
Decoud
's
plan
of
a
counter-revolution
may
be
practicable
or
not
,
it
may
have
a
chance
,
or
it
may
not
have
a
chance
.
With
all
my
experience
of
this
revolutionary
continent
,
I
can
hardly
yet
look
at
their
methods
seriously
.
Decoud
has
been
reading
to
us
his
draft
of
a
proclamation
,
and
talking
very
well
for
two
hours
about
his
plan
of
action
.
He
had
arguments
which
should
have
appeared
solid
enough
if
we
,
members
of
old
,
stable
political
and
national
organizations
,
were
not
startled
by
the
mere
idea
of
a
new
State
evolved
like
this
out
of
the
head
of
a
scoffing
young
man
fleeing
for
his
life
,
with
a
proclamation
in
his
pocket
,
to
a
rough
,
jeering
,
half-bred
swashbuckler
,
who
in
this
part
of
the
world
is
called
a
general
.
It
sounds
like
a
comic
fairy
tale
--
and
behold
,
it
may
come
off
;
because
it
is
true
to
the
very
spirit
of
the
country
.
"
"
Is
the
silver
gone
off
,
then
?
"
asked
the
doctor
,
moodily
.
