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Sotillo
turned
to
his
officers
.
"
No
!
But
only
listen
to
this
picaro
,
caballeros
,
"
he
pronounced
with
affected
scorn
,
and
was
answered
by
a
chorus
of
derisive
laughter
.
"
He
demands
his
watch
!
"
...
He
ran
up
again
to
Captain
Mitchell
,
for
the
desire
to
relieve
his
feelings
by
inflicting
blows
and
pain
upon
this
Englishman
was
very
strong
within
him
.
"
Your
watch
!
You
are
a
prisoner
in
war
time
,
Mitchell
!
In
war
time
!
You
have
no
rights
and
no
property
!
Caramba
!
The
very
breath
in
your
body
belongs
to
me
.
Remember
that
.
"
"
Bosh
!
"
said
Captain
Mitchell
,
concealing
a
disagreeable
impression
.
Down
below
,
in
a
great
hall
,
with
the
earthen
floor
and
with
a
tall
mound
thrown
up
by
white
ants
in
a
corner
,
the
soldiers
had
kindled
a
small
fire
with
broken
chairs
and
tables
near
the
arched
gateway
,
through
which
the
faint
murmur
of
the
harbour
waters
on
the
beach
could
be
heard
.
While
Captain
Mitchell
was
being
led
down
the
staircase
,
an
officer
passed
him
,
running
up
to
report
to
Sotillo
the
capture
of
more
prisoners
.
A
lot
of
smoke
hung
about
in
the
vast
gloomy
place
,
the
fire
crackled
,
and
,
as
if
through
a
haze
,
Captain
Mitchell
made
out
,
surrounded
by
short
soldiers
with
fixed
bayonets
,
the
heads
of
three
tall
prisoners
--
the
doctor
,
the
engineer-in-chief
,
and
the
white
leonine
mane
of
old
Viola
,
who
stood
half-turned
away
from
the
others
with
his
chin
on
his
breast
and
his
arms
crossed
.
Mitchell
's
astonishment
knew
no
bounds
.
He
cried
out
;
the
other
two
exclaimed
also
.
But
he
hurried
on
,
diagonally
,
across
the
big
cavern-like
hall
.
Lots
of
thoughts
,
surmises
,
hints
of
caution
,
and
so
on
,
crowded
his
head
to
distraction
.
"
Is
he
actually
keeping
you
?
"
shouted
the
chief
engineer
,
whose
single
eyeglass
glittered
in
the
firelight
.
An
officer
from
the
top
of
the
stairs
was
shouting
urgently
,
"
Bring
them
all
up
--
all
three
.
"
In
the
clamour
of
voices
and
the
rattle
of
arms
,
Captain
Mitchell
made
himself
heard
imperfectly
:
"
By
heavens
!
the
fellow
has
stolen
my
watch
.
"
The
engineer-in-chief
on
the
staircase
resisted
the
pressure
long
enough
to
shout
,
"
What
?
What
did
you
say
?
"
"
My
chronometer
!
"
Captain
Mitchell
yelled
violently
at
the
very
moment
of
being
thrust
head
foremost
through
a
small
door
into
a
sort
of
cell
,
perfectly
black
,
and
so
narrow
that
he
fetched
up
against
the
opposite
wall
.
The
door
had
been
instantly
slammed
.
He
knew
where
they
had
put
him
.
This
was
the
strong
room
of
the
Custom
House
,
whence
the
silver
had
been
removed
only
a
few
hours
earlier
.
It
was
almost
as
narrow
as
a
corridor
,
with
a
small
square
aperture
,
barred
by
a
heavy
grating
,
at
the
distant
end
.
Captain
Mitchell
staggered
for
a
few
steps
,
then
sat
down
on
the
earthen
floor
with
his
back
to
the
wall
.
Nothing
,
not
even
a
gleam
of
light
from
anywhere
,
interfered
with
Captain
Mitchell
's
meditation
.
He
did
some
hard
but
not
very
extensive
thinking
.
It
was
not
of
a
gloomy
cast
.
The
old
sailor
,
with
all
his
small
weaknesses
and
absurdities
,
was
constitutionally
incapable
of
entertaining
for
any
length
of
time
a
fear
of
his
personal
safety
.
It
was
not
so
much
firmness
of
soul
as
the
lack
of
a
certain
kind
of
imagination
--
the
kind
whose
undue
development
caused
intense
suffering
to
Senor
Hirsch
;
that
sort
of
imagination
which
adds
the
blind
terror
of
bodily
suffering
and
of
death
,
envisaged
as
an
accident
to
the
body
alone
,
strictly
--
to
all
the
other
apprehensions
on
which
the
sense
of
one
's
existence
is
based
.
Unfortunately
,
Captain
Mitchell
had
not
much
penetration
of
any
kind
;
characteristic
,
illuminating
trifles
of
expression
,
action
,
or
movement
,
escaped
him
completely
.
He
was
too
pompously
and
innocently
aware
of
his
own
existence
to
observe
that
of
others
.
For
instance
,
he
could
not
believe
that
Sotillo
had
been
really
afraid
of
him
,
and
this
simply
because
it
would
never
have
entered
into
his
head
to
shoot
any
one
except
in
the
most
pressing
case
of
self-defence
.
Anybody
could
see
he
was
not
a
murdering
kind
of
man
,
he
reflected
quite
gravely
.
Then
why
this
preposterous
and
insulting
charge
?
he
asked
himself
.
