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"
Si
,
carefully
;
si
nina
,
"
he
mumbled
,
chewing
his
lips
,
his
round
leathery
cheeks
quivering
.
And
the
landau
rolled
slowly
out
of
the
light
.
"
I
will
see
them
as
far
as
the
ford
,
"
said
Charles
Gould
to
his
wife
.
She
stood
on
the
edge
of
the
sidewalk
with
her
hands
clasped
lightly
,
and
nodded
to
him
as
he
followed
after
the
carriage
.
And
now
the
windows
of
the
Amarilla
Club
were
dark
.
The
last
spark
of
resistance
had
died
out
.
Turning
his
head
at
the
corner
,
Charles
Gould
saw
his
wife
crossing
over
to
their
own
gate
in
the
lighted
patch
of
the
street
.
One
of
their
neighbours
,
a
well-known
merchant
and
landowner
of
the
province
,
followed
at
her
elbow
,
talking
with
great
gestures
.
As
she
passed
in
all
the
lights
went
out
in
the
street
,
which
remained
dark
and
empty
from
end
to
end
.
The
houses
of
the
vast
Plaza
were
lost
in
the
night
.
High
up
,
like
a
star
,
there
was
a
small
gleam
in
one
of
the
towers
of
the
cathedral
;
and
the
equestrian
statue
gleamed
pale
against
the
black
trees
of
the
Alameda
,
like
a
ghost
of
royalty
haunting
the
scenes
of
revolution
.
The
rare
prowlers
they
met
ranged
themselves
against
the
wall
.
Beyond
the
last
houses
the
carriage
rolled
noiselessly
on
the
soft
cushion
of
dust
,
and
with
a
greater
obscurity
a
feeling
of
freshness
seemed
to
fall
from
the
foliage
of
the
trees
bordering
the
country
road
.
The
emissary
from
Hernandez
's
camp
pushed
his
horse
close
to
Charles
Gould
.
"
Caballero
,
"
he
said
in
an
interested
voice
,
"
you
are
he
whom
they
call
the
King
of
Sulaco
,
the
master
of
the
mine
?
Is
it
not
so
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
am
the
master
of
the
mine
,
"
answered
Charles
Gould
.
The
man
cantered
for
a
time
in
silence
,
then
said
,
"
I
have
a
brother
,
a
sereno
in
your
service
in
the
San
Tome
valley
.
You
have
proved
yourself
a
just
man
.
There
has
been
no
wrong
done
to
any
one
since
you
called
upon
the
people
to
work
in
the
mountains
.
My
brother
says
that
no
official
of
the
Government
,
no
oppressor
of
the
Campo
,
has
been
seen
on
your
side
of
the
stream
.
Your
own
officials
do
not
oppress
the
people
in
the
gorge
.
Doubtless
they
are
afraid
of
your
severity
.
You
are
a
just
man
and
a
powerful
one
,
"
he
added
.
He
spoke
in
an
abrupt
,
independent
tone
,
but
evidently
he
was
communicative
with
a
purpose
.
He
told
Charles
Gould
that
he
had
been
a
ranchero
in
one
of
the
lower
valleys
,
far
south
,
a
neighbour
of
Hernandez
in
the
old
days
,
and
godfather
to
his
eldest
boy
;
one
of
those
who
joined
him
in
his
resistance
to
the
recruiting
raid
which
was
the
beginning
of
all
their
misfortunes
.
It
was
he
that
,
when
his
compadre
had
been
carried
off
,
had
buried
his
wife
and
children
,
murdered
by
the
soldiers
.
"
Si
,
senor
,
"
he
muttered
,
hoarsely
,
"
I
and
two
or
three
others
,
the
lucky
ones
left
at
liberty
,
buried
them
all
in
one
grave
near
the
ashes
of
their
ranch
,
under
the
tree
that
had
shaded
its
roof
.
"
