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At
this
question
Captain
Mitchell
's
sinking
spirits
revived
.
In
whatever
incomprehensible
manner
Sotillo
had
already
got
his
information
about
the
lighter
,
he
had
not
captured
it
.
That
was
clear
.
In
his
outraged
heart
,
Captain
Mitchell
had
resolved
that
nothing
would
induce
him
to
say
a
word
while
he
remained
so
disgracefully
bound
,
but
his
desire
to
help
the
escape
of
the
silver
made
him
depart
from
this
resolution
.
His
wits
were
very
much
at
work
.
He
detected
in
Sotillo
a
certain
air
of
doubt
,
of
irresolution
.
"
That
man
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
is
not
certain
of
what
he
advances
.
"
For
all
his
pomposity
in
social
intercourse
,
Captain
Mitchell
could
meet
the
realities
of
life
in
a
resolute
and
ready
spirit
.
Now
he
had
got
over
the
first
shock
of
the
abominable
treatment
he
was
cool
and
collected
enough
.
The
immense
contempt
he
felt
for
Sotillo
steadied
him
,
and
he
said
oracularly
,
"
No
doubt
it
is
well
concealed
by
this
time
.
"
Sotillo
,
too
,
had
time
to
cool
down
.
"
Muy
bien
,
Mitchell
,
"
he
said
in
a
cold
and
threatening
manner
.
"
But
can
you
produce
the
Government
receipt
for
the
royalty
and
the
Custom
House
permit
of
embarkation
,
hey
?
Can
you
?
No
.
Then
the
silver
has
been
removed
illegally
,
and
the
guilty
shall
be
made
to
suffer
,
unless
it
is
produced
within
five
days
from
this
.
"
He
gave
orders
for
the
prisoner
to
be
unbound
and
locked
up
in
one
of
the
smaller
rooms
downstairs
.
He
walked
about
the
room
,
moody
and
silent
,
till
Captain
Mitchell
,
with
each
of
his
arms
held
by
a
couple
of
men
,
stood
up
,
shook
himself
,
and
stamped
his
feet
.
"
How
did
you
like
to
be
tied
up
,
Mitchell
?
"
he
asked
,
derisively
.
"
It
is
the
most
incredible
,
abominable
use
of
power
!
"
Captain
Mitchell
declared
in
a
loud
voice
.
"
And
whatever
your
purpose
,
you
shall
gain
nothing
from
it
,
I
can
promise
you
.
"
The
tall
colonel
,
livid
,
with
his
coal-black
ringlets
and
moustache
,
crouched
,
as
it
were
,
to
look
into
the
eyes
of
the
short
,
thick-set
,
red-faced
prisoner
with
rumpled
white
hair
.
"
That
we
shall
see
.
You
shall
know
my
power
a
little
better
when
I
tie
you
up
to
a
potalon
outside
in
the
sun
for
a
whole
day
.
"
He
drew
himself
up
haughtily
,
and
made
a
sign
for
Captain
Mitchell
to
be
led
away
.
"
What
about
my
watch
?
"
cried
Captain
Mitchell
,
hanging
back
from
the
efforts
of
the
men
pulling
him
towards
the
door
.
