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Since
his
arrival
in
Sulaco
the
colonel
's
ideas
had
undergone
some
modification
.
He
no
longer
wished
for
a
political
career
in
Montero
's
administration
.
He
had
always
doubted
the
safety
of
that
course
.
Since
he
had
learned
from
the
chief
engineer
that
at
daylight
most
likely
he
would
be
confronted
by
Pedro
Montero
his
misgivings
on
that
point
had
considerably
increased
.
The
guerrillero
brother
of
the
general
--
the
Pedrito
of
popular
speech
--
had
a
reputation
of
his
own
.
He
was
n't
safe
to
deal
with
.
Sotillo
had
vaguely
planned
seizing
not
only
the
treasure
but
the
town
itself
,
and
then
negotiating
at
leisure
.
But
in
the
face
of
facts
learned
from
the
chief
engineer
(
who
had
frankly
disclosed
to
him
the
whole
situation
)
his
audacity
,
never
of
a
very
dashing
kind
,
had
been
replaced
by
a
most
cautious
hesitation
.
"
An
army
--
an
army
crossed
the
mountains
under
Pedrito
already
,
"
he
had
repeated
,
unable
to
hide
his
consternation
.
"
If
it
had
not
been
that
I
am
given
the
news
by
a
man
of
your
position
I
would
never
have
believed
it
.
Astonishing
!
"
"
An
armed
force
,
"
corrected
the
engineer
,
suavely
.
His
aim
was
attained
.
It
was
to
keep
Sulaco
clear
of
any
armed
occupation
for
a
few
hours
longer
,
to
let
those
whom
fear
impelled
leave
the
town
.
In
the
general
dismay
there
were
families
hopeful
enough
to
fly
upon
the
road
towards
Los
Hatos
,
which
was
left
open
by
the
withdrawal
of
the
armed
rabble
under
Senores
Fuentes
and
Gamacho
,
to
Rincon
,
with
their
enthusiastic
welcome
for
Pedro
Montero
.
It
was
a
hasty
and
risky
exodus
,
and
it
was
said
that
Hernandez
,
occupying
with
his
band
the
woods
about
Los
Hatos
,
was
receiving
the
fugitives
.
That
a
good
many
people
he
knew
were
contemplating
such
a
flight
had
been
well
known
to
the
chief
engineer
.
Father
Corbelan
's
efforts
in
the
cause
of
that
most
pious
robber
had
not
been
altogether
fruitless
.
The
political
chief
of
Sulaco
had
yielded
at
the
last
moment
to
the
urgent
entreaties
of
the
priest
,
had
signed
a
provisional
nomination
appointing
Hernandez
a
general
,
and
calling
upon
him
officially
in
this
new
capacity
to
preserve
order
in
the
town
.
The
fact
is
that
the
political
chief
,
seeing
the
situation
desperate
,
did
not
care
what
he
signed
.
It
was
the
last
official
document
he
signed
before
he
left
the
palace
of
the
Intendencia
for
the
refuge
of
the
O.S.N.
Company
's
office
.
But
even
had
he
meant
his
act
to
be
effective
it
was
already
too
late
.
The
riot
which
he
feared
and
expected
broke
out
in
less
than
an
hour
after
Father
Corbelan
had
left
him
.
Indeed
,
Father
Corbelan
,
who
had
appointed
a
meeting
with
Nostromo
in
the
Dominican
Convent
,
where
he
had
his
residence
in
one
of
the
cells
,
never
managed
to
reach
the
place
.
From
the
Intendencia
he
had
gone
straight
on
to
the
Avellanos
's
house
to
tell
his
brother-in-law
,
and
though
he
stayed
there
no
more
than
half
an
hour
he
had
found
himself
cut
off
from
his
ascetic
abode
.
Nostromo
,
after
waiting
there
for
some
time
,
watching
uneasily
the
increasing
uproar
in
the
street
,
had
made
his
way
to
the
offices
of
the
Porvenir
,
and
stayed
there
till
daylight
,
as
Decoud
had
mentioned
in
the
letter
to
his
sister
.
Thus
the
Capataz
,
instead
of
riding
towards
the
Los
Hatos
woods
as
bearer
of
Hernandez
's
nomination
,
had
remained
in
town
to
save
the
life
of
the
President
Dictator
,
to
assist
in
repressing
the
outbreak
of
the
mob
,
and
at
last
to
sail
out
with
the
silver
of
the
mine
.
But
Father
Corbelan
,
escaping
to
Hernandez
,
had
the
document
in
his
pocket
,
a
piece
of
official
writing
turning
a
bandit
into
a
general
in
a
memorable
last
official
act
of
the
Ribierist
party
,
whose
watchwords
were
honesty
,
peace
,
and
progress
.
Probably
neither
the
priest
nor
the
bandit
saw
the
irony
of
it
.
Father
Corbelan
must
have
found
messengers
to
send
into
the
town
,
for
early
on
the
second
day
of
the
disturbances
there
were
rumours
of
Hernandez
being
on
the
road
to
Los
Hatos
ready
to
receive
those
who
would
put
themselves
under
his
protection
.
A
strange-looking
horseman
,
elderly
and
audacious
,
had
appeared
in
the
town
,
riding
slowly
while
his
eyes
examined
the
fronts
of
the
houses
,
as
though
he
had
never
seen
such
high
buildings
before
.
Before
the
cathedral
he
had
dismounted
,
and
,
kneeling
in
the
middle
of
the
Plaza
,
his
bridle
over
his
arm
and
his
hat
lying
in
front
of
him
on
the
ground
,
had
bowed
his
head
,
crossing
himself
and
beating
his
breast
for
some
little
time
.
Remounting
his
horse
,
with
a
fearless
but
not
unfriendly
look
round
the
little
gathering
formed
about
his
public
devotions
,
he
had
asked
for
the
Casa
Avellanos
.
A
score
of
hands
were
extended
in
answer
,
with
fingers
pointing
up
the
Calle
de
la
Constitucion
.
The
horseman
had
gone
on
with
only
a
glance
of
casual
curiosity
upwards
to
the
windows
of
the
Amarilla
Club
at
the
corner
.
His
stentorian
voice
shouted
periodically
in
the
empty
street
,
"
Which
is
the
Casa
Avellanos
?
"
till
an
answer
came
from
the
scared
porter
,
and
he
disappeared
under
the
gate
.
The
letter
he
was
bringing
,
written
by
Father
Corbelan
with
a
pencil
by
the
camp-fire
of
Hernandez
,
was
addressed
to
Don
Jose
,
of
whose
critical
state
the
priest
was
not
aware
.
Antonia
read
it
,
and
,
after
consulting
Charles
Gould
,
sent
it
on
for
the
information
of
the
gentlemen
garrisoning
the
Amarilla
Club
.
For
herself
,
her
mind
was
made
up
;
she
would
rejoin
her
uncle
;
she
would
entrust
the
last
day
--
the
last
hours
perhaps
--
of
her
father
's
life
to
the
keeping
of
the
bandit
,
whose
existence
was
a
protest
against
the
irresponsible
tyranny
of
all
parties
alike
,
against
the
moral
darkness
of
the
land
.
The
gloom
of
Los
Hatos
woods
was
preferable
;
a
life
of
hardships
in
the
train
of
a
robber
band
less
debasing
.
Antonia
embraced
with
all
her
soul
her
uncle
's
obstinate
defiance
of
misfortune
.
It
was
grounded
in
the
belief
in
the
man
whom
she
loved
.
