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"
I
believe
you
,
Capataz
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
drily
.
He
went
on
to
develop
his
view
of
Sotillo
's
dangerous
influence
upon
the
situation
.
And
the
Capataz
,
listening
as
if
in
a
dream
,
felt
himself
of
as
little
account
as
the
indistinct
,
motionless
shape
of
the
dead
man
whom
he
saw
upright
under
the
beam
,
with
his
air
of
listening
also
,
disregarded
,
forgotten
,
like
a
terrible
example
of
neglect
.
"
Was
it
for
an
unconsidered
and
foolish
whim
that
they
came
to
me
,
then
?
"
he
interrupted
suddenly
.
"
Had
I
not
done
enough
for
them
to
be
of
some
account
,
por
Dios
?
Is
it
that
the
hombres
finos
--
the
gentlemen
--
need
not
think
as
long
as
there
is
a
man
of
the
people
ready
to
risk
his
body
and
soul
?
Or
,
perhaps
,
we
have
no
souls
--
like
dogs
?
"
"
There
was
Decoud
,
too
,
with
his
plan
,
"
the
doctor
reminded
him
again
.
"
Si
!
And
the
rich
man
in
San
Francisco
who
had
something
to
do
with
that
treasure
,
too
--
what
do
I
know
?
No
!
I
have
heard
too
many
things
.
It
seems
to
me
that
everything
is
permitted
to
the
rich
.
"
"
I
understand
,
Capataz
,
"
the
doctor
began
.
"
What
Capataz
?
"
broke
in
Nostromo
,
in
a
forcible
but
even
voice
.
"
The
Capataz
is
undone
,
destroyed
.
There
is
no
Capataz
.
Oh
,
no
!
You
will
find
the
Capataz
no
more
.
"
"
Come
,
this
is
childish
!
"
remonstrated
the
doctor
;
and
the
other
calmed
down
suddenly
.
"
I
have
been
indeed
like
a
little
child
,
"
he
muttered
.
And
as
his
eyes
met
again
the
shape
of
the
murdered
man
suspended
in
his
awful
immobility
,
which
seemed
the
uncomplaining
immobility
of
attention
,
he
asked
,
wondering
gently
--
