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They
gave
him
his
dinner
in
a
stone
hut
like
a
cubical
boulder
,
with
no
door
or
windows
in
its
two
openings
;
a
bright
fire
of
sticks
(
brought
on
muleback
from
the
first
valley
below
)
burning
outside
,
sent
in
a
wavering
glare
;
and
two
candles
in
tin
candlesticks
--
lighted
,
it
was
explained
to
him
,
in
his
honour
--
stood
on
a
sort
of
rough
camp
table
,
at
which
he
sat
on
the
right
hand
of
the
chief
.
He
knew
how
to
be
amiable
;
and
the
young
men
of
the
engineering
staff
,
for
whom
the
surveying
of
the
railway
track
had
the
glamour
of
the
first
steps
on
the
path
of
life
,
sat
there
,
too
,
listening
modestly
,
with
their
smooth
faces
tanned
by
the
weather
,
and
very
pleased
to
witness
so
much
affability
in
so
great
a
man
.
Afterwards
,
late
at
night
,
pacing
to
and
fro
outside
,
he
had
a
long
talk
with
his
chief
engineer
.
He
knew
him
well
of
old
.
This
was
not
the
first
undertaking
in
which
their
gifts
,
as
elementally
different
as
fire
and
water
,
had
worked
in
conjunction
.
From
the
contact
of
these
two
personalities
,
who
had
not
the
same
vision
of
the
world
,
there
was
generated
a
power
for
the
world
's
service
--
a
subtle
force
that
could
set
in
motion
mighty
machines
,
men
's
muscles
,
and
awaken
also
in
human
breasts
an
unbounded
devotion
to
the
task
.
Of
the
young
fellows
at
the
table
,
to
whom
the
survey
of
the
track
was
like
the
tracing
of
the
path
of
life
,
more
than
one
would
be
called
to
meet
death
before
the
work
was
done
.
But
the
work
would
be
done
:
the
force
would
be
almost
as
strong
as
a
faith
.
Not
quite
,
however
.
In
the
silence
of
the
sleeping
camp
upon
the
moonlit
plateau
forming
the
top
of
the
pass
like
the
floor
of
a
vast
arena
surrounded
by
the
basalt
walls
of
precipices
,
two
strolling
figures
in
thick
ulsters
stood
still
,
and
the
voice
of
the
engineer
pronounced
distinctly
the
words
--
"
We
ca
n't
move
mountains
!
"
Sir
John
,
raising
his
head
to
follow
the
pointing
gesture
,
felt
the
full
force
of
the
words
.
The
white
Higuerota
soared
out
of
the
shadows
of
rock
and
earth
like
a
frozen
bubble
under
the
moon
.
All
was
still
,
till
near
by
,
behind
the
wall
of
a
corral
for
the
camp
animals
,
built
roughly
of
loose
stones
in
the
form
of
a
circle
,
a
pack
mule
stamped
his
forefoot
and
blew
heavily
twice
.
The
engineer-in-chief
had
used
the
phrase
in
answer
to
the
chairman
's
tentative
suggestion
that
the
tracing
of
the
line
could
,
perhaps
,
be
altered
in
deference
to
the
prejudices
of
the
Sulaco
landowners
.
The
chief
engineer
believed
that
the
obstinacy
of
men
was
the
lesser
obstacle
.
Moreover
,
to
combat
that
they
had
the
great
influence
of
Charles
Gould
,
whereas
tunnelling
under
Higuerota
would
have
been
a
colossal
undertaking
.
"
Ah
,
yes
!
Gould
.
What
sort
of
a
man
is
he
?
"
Sir
John
had
heard
much
of
Charles
Gould
in
Sta
.
Marta
,
and
wanted
to
know
more
.
The
engineer-in-chief
assured
him
that
the
administrator
of
the
San
Tome
silver
mine
had
an
immense
influence
over
all
these
Spanish
Dons
.
He
had
also
one
of
the
best
houses
in
Sulaco
,
and
the
Gould
hospitality
was
beyond
all
praise
.
"
They
received
me
as
if
they
had
known
me
for
years
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
little
lady
is
kindness
personified
.
I
stayed
with
them
for
a
month
.
He
helped
me
to
organize
the
surveying
parties
.
His
practical
ownership
of
the
San
Tome
silver
mine
gives
him
a
special
position
.
He
seems
to
have
the
ear
of
every
provincial
authority
apparently
,
and
,
as
I
said
,
he
can
wind
all
the
hidalgos
of
the
province
round
his
little
finger
.
If
you
follow
his
advice
the
difficulties
will
fall
away
,
because
he
wants
the
railway
.
Of
course
,
you
must
be
careful
in
what
you
say
.
He
's
English
,
and
besides
he
must
be
immensely
wealthy
.
The
Holroyd
house
is
in
with
him
in
that
mine
,
so
you
may
imagine
--
"
He
interrupted
himself
as
,
from
before
one
of
the
little
fires
burning
outside
the
low
wall
of
the
corral
,
arose
the
figure
of
a
man
wrapped
in
a
poncho
up
to
the
neck
.
The
saddle
which
he
had
been
using
for
a
pillow
made
a
dark
patch
on
the
ground
against
the
red
glow
of
embers
.
