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"
Mistrust
him
!
"
muttered
the
doctor
through
his
teeth
.
"
I
believe
him
capable
of
anything
--
even
of
the
most
absurd
fidelity
.
I
am
the
last
person
he
spoke
to
before
he
left
the
wharf
,
you
know
.
The
poor
woman
up
there
wanted
to
see
him
,
and
I
let
him
go
up
to
her
.
The
dying
must
not
be
contradicted
,
you
know
.
She
seemed
then
fairly
calm
and
resigned
,
but
the
scoundrel
in
those
ten
minutes
or
so
has
done
or
said
something
which
seems
to
have
driven
her
into
despair
.
You
know
,
"
went
on
the
doctor
,
hesitatingly
,
"
women
are
so
very
unaccountable
in
every
position
,
and
at
all
times
of
life
,
that
I
thought
sometimes
she
was
in
a
way
,
do
n't
you
see
?
in
love
with
him
--
the
Capataz
.
The
rascal
has
his
own
charm
indubitably
,
or
he
would
not
have
made
the
conquest
of
all
the
populace
of
the
town
.
No
,
no
,
I
am
not
absurd
.
I
may
have
given
a
wrong
name
to
some
strong
sentiment
for
him
on
her
part
,
to
an
unreasonable
and
simple
attitude
a
woman
is
apt
to
take
up
emotionally
towards
a
man
.
She
used
to
abuse
him
to
me
frequently
,
which
,
of
course
,
is
not
inconsistent
with
my
idea
.
Not
at
all
.
It
looked
to
me
as
if
she
were
always
thinking
of
him
.
He
was
something
important
in
her
life
.
You
know
,
I
have
seen
a
lot
of
those
people
.
Whenever
I
came
down
from
the
mine
Mrs.
Gould
used
to
ask
me
to
keep
my
eye
on
them
.
She
likes
Italians
;
she
has
lived
a
long
time
in
Italy
,
I
believe
,
and
she
took
a
special
fancy
to
that
old
Garibaldino
.
A
remarkable
chap
enough
.
A
rugged
and
dreamy
character
,
living
in
the
republicanism
of
his
young
days
as
if
in
a
cloud
.
He
has
encouraged
much
of
the
Capataz
's
confounded
nonsense
--
the
high-strung
,
exalted
old
beggar
!
"
"
What
sort
of
nonsense
?
"
wondered
the
chief
engineer
.
"
I
found
the
Capataz
always
a
very
shrewd
and
sensible
fellow
,
absolutely
fearless
,
and
remarkably
useful
.
A
perfect
handy
man
.
Sir
John
was
greatly
impressed
by
his
resourcefulness
and
attention
when
he
made
that
overland
journey
from
Sta
.
Marta
.
Later
on
,
as
you
might
have
heard
,
he
rendered
us
a
service
by
disclosing
to
the
then
chief
of
police
the
presence
in
the
town
of
some
professional
thieves
,
who
came
from
a
distance
to
wreck
and
rob
our
monthly
pay
train
.
He
has
certainly
organized
the
lighterage
service
of
the
harbour
for
the
O.S.N.
Company
with
great
ability
.
He
knows
how
to
make
himself
obeyed
,
foreigner
though
he
is
.
It
is
true
that
the
Cargadores
are
strangers
here
,
too
,
for
the
most
part
--
immigrants
,
Islenos
.
"
"
His
prestige
is
his
fortune
,
"
muttered
the
doctor
,
sourly
.
"
The
man
has
proved
his
trustworthiness
up
to
the
hilt
on
innumerable
occasions
and
in
all
sorts
of
ways
,
"
argued
the
engineer
.
"
When
this
question
of
the
silver
arose
,
Captain
Mitchell
naturally
was
very
warmly
of
the
opinion
that
his
Capataz
was
the
only
man
fit
for
the
trust
.
As
a
sailor
,
of
course
,
I
suppose
so
.
But
as
a
man
,
do
n't
you
know
,
Gould
,
Decoud
,
and
myself
judged
that
it
did
n't
matter
in
the
least
who
went
.
Any
boatman
would
have
done
just
as
well
.
Pray
,
what
could
a
thief
do
with
such
a
lot
of
ingots
?
If
he
ran
off
with
them
he
would
have
in
the
end
to
land
somewhere
,
and
how
could
he
conceal
his
cargo
from
the
knowledge
of
the
people
ashore
?
We
dismissed
that
consideration
from
our
minds
.
Moreover
,
Decoud
was
going
.
There
have
been
occasions
when
the
Capataz
has
been
more
implicitly
trusted
.
"
"
He
took
a
slightly
different
view
,
"
the
doctor
said
.
"
I
heard
him
declare
in
this
very
room
that
it
would
be
the
most
desperate
affair
of
his
life
.
He
made
a
sort
of
verbal
will
here
in
my
hearing
,
appointing
old
Viola
his
executor
;
and
,
by
Jove
!
do
you
know
,
he
--
he
's
not
grown
rich
by
his
fidelity
to
you
good
people
of
the
railway
and
the
harbour
.
I
suppose
he
obtains
some
--
how
do
you
say
that
?
--
some
spiritual
value
for
his
labours
,
or
else
I
do
n't
know
why
the
devil
he
should
be
faithful
to
you
,
Gould
,
Mitchell
,
or
anybody
else
.
He
knows
this
country
well
.
He
knows
,
for
instance
,
that
Gamacho
,
the
Deputy
from
Javira
,
has
been
nothing
else
but
a
'
tramposo
'
of
the
commonest
sort
,
a
petty
pedlar
of
the
Campo
,
till
he
managed
to
get
enough
goods
on
credit
from
Anzani
to
open
a
little
store
in
the
wilds
,
and
got
himself
elected
by
the
drunken
mozos
that
hang
about
the
Estancias
and
the
poorest
sort
of
rancheros
who
were
in
his
debt
.
And
Gamacho
,
who
to-morrow
will
be
probably
one
of
our
high
officials
,
is
a
stranger
,
too
--
an
Isleno
.
He
might
have
been
a
Cargador
on
the
O.
S.
N.
wharf
had
he
not
(
the
posadero
of
Rincon
is
ready
to
swear
it
)
murdered
a
pedlar
in
the
woods
and
stolen
his
pack
to
begin
life
on
.
And
do
you
think
that
Gamacho
,
then
,
would
have
ever
become
a
hero
with
the
democracy
of
this
place
,
like
our
Capataz
?
Of
course
not
.
He
is
n't
half
the
man
.
No
;
decidedly
,
I
think
that
Nostromo
is
a
fool
.
"
The
doctor
's
talk
was
distasteful
to
the
builder
of
railways
.
"
It
is
impossible
to
argue
that
point
,
"
he
said
,
philosophically
.
"
Each
man
has
his
gifts
You
should
have
heard
Gamacho
haranguing
his
friends
in
the
street
.
He
has
a
howling
voice
,
and
he
shouted
like
mad
,
lifting
his
clenched
fist
right
above
his
head
,
and
throwing
his
body
half
out
of
the
window
.
At
every
pause
the
rabble
below
yelled
,
'
Down
with
the
Oligarchs
!
Viva
la
Libertad
!
'
Fuentes
inside
looked
extremely
miserable
.
You
know
,
he
is
the
brother
of
Jorge
Fuentes
,
who
has
been
Minister
of
the
Interior
for
six
months
or
so
,
some
few
years
back
.
Of
course
,
he
has
no
conscience
;
but
he
is
a
man
of
birth
and
education
--
at
one
time
the
director
of
the
Customs
of
Cayta
.
That
idiot-brute
Gamacho
fastened
himself
upon
him
with
his
following
of
the
lowest
rabble
.
His
sickly
fear
of
that
ruffian
was
the
most
rejoicing
sight
imaginable
.
"
