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"
Eh
?
What
?
"
exclaimed
Captain
Mitchell
,
staring
like
an
owl
in
the
darkness
.
"
What
is
there
in
common
between
me
and
old
Viola
?
More
likely
because
the
old
chap
has
no
watch
and
chain
for
the
pickpocket
to
steal
.
And
I
tell
you
what
,
Dr.
Monygham
,
"
he
went
on
with
rising
choler
,
"
he
will
find
it
more
difficult
than
he
thinks
to
get
rid
of
me
.
He
will
burn
his
fingers
over
that
job
yet
,
I
can
tell
you
.
To
begin
with
,
I
wo
n't
go
without
my
watch
,
and
as
to
the
rest
--
we
shall
see
.
I
dare
say
it
is
no
great
matter
for
you
to
be
locked
up
.
But
Joe
Mitchell
is
a
different
kind
of
man
,
sir
.
I
do
n't
mean
to
submit
tamely
to
insult
and
robbery
.
I
am
a
public
character
,
sir
.
"
And
then
Captain
Mitchell
became
aware
that
the
bars
of
the
opening
had
become
visible
,
a
black
grating
upon
a
square
of
grey
.
The
coming
of
the
day
silenced
Captain
Mitchell
as
if
by
the
reflection
that
now
in
all
the
future
days
he
would
be
deprived
of
the
invaluable
services
of
his
Capataz
.
He
leaned
against
the
wall
with
his
arms
folded
on
his
breast
,
and
the
doctor
walked
up
and
down
the
whole
length
of
the
place
with
his
peculiar
hobbling
gait
,
as
if
slinking
about
on
damaged
feet
.
At
the
end
furthest
from
the
grating
he
would
be
lost
altogether
in
the
darkness
.
Only
the
slight
limping
shuffle
could
be
heard
.
There
was
an
air
of
moody
detachment
in
that
painful
prowl
kept
up
without
a
pause
.
When
the
door
of
the
prison
was
suddenly
flung
open
and
his
name
shouted
out
he
showed
no
surprise
.
He
swerved
sharply
in
his
walk
,
and
passed
out
at
once
,
as
though
much
depended
upon
his
speed
;
but
Captain
Mitchell
remained
for
some
time
with
his
shoulders
against
the
wall
,
quite
undecided
in
the
bitterness
of
his
spirit
whether
it
would
n't
be
better
to
refuse
to
stir
a
limb
in
the
way
of
protest
.
He
had
half
a
mind
to
get
himself
carried
out
,
but
after
the
officer
at
the
door
had
shouted
three
or
four
times
in
tones
of
remonstrance
and
surprise
he
condescended
to
walk
out
.
Sotillo
's
manner
had
changed
.
The
colonel
's
off-hand
civility
was
slightly
irresolute
,
as
though
he
were
in
doubt
if
civility
were
the
proper
course
in
this
case
.
He
observed
Captain
Mitchell
attentively
before
he
spoke
from
the
big
armchair
behind
the
table
in
a
condescending
voice
--
"
I
have
concluded
not
to
detain
you
,
Senor
Mitchell
.
I
am
of
a
forgiving
disposition
.
I
make
allowances
.
Let
this
be
a
lesson
to
you
,
however
.
"
The
peculiar
dawn
of
Sulaco
,
which
seems
to
break
far
away
to
the
westward
and
creep
back
into
the
shade
of
the
mountains
,
mingled
with
the
reddish
light
of
the
candles
.
Captain
Mitchell
,
in
sign
of
contempt
and
indifference
,
let
his
eyes
roam
all
over
the
room
,
and
he
gave
a
hard
stare
to
the
doctor
,
perched
already
on
the
casement
of
one
of
the
windows
,
with
his
eyelids
lowered
,
careless
and
thoughtful
--
or
perhaps
ashamed
.
Sotillo
,
ensconced
in
the
vast
armchair
,
remarked
,
"
I
should
have
thought
that
the
feelings
of
a
caballero
would
have
dictated
to
you
an
appropriate
reply
.
"
He
waited
for
it
,
but
Captain
Mitchell
remaining
mute
,
more
from
extreme
resentment
than
from
reasoned
intention
,
Sotillo
hesitated
,
glanced
towards
the
doctor
,
who
looked
up
and
nodded
,
then
went
on
with
a
slight
effort
--
"
Here
,
Senor
Mitchell
,
is
your
watch
.
Learn
how
hasty
and
unjust
has
been
your
judgment
of
my
patriotic
soldiers
.
"
