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"
You
have
said
it
yourself
--
nobody
,
"
muttered
Nostromo
,
in
a
gloomy
,
threatening
tone
.
But
Dr.
Monygham
,
full
of
hope
,
disregarded
the
enigmatic
words
and
the
threatening
tone
.
To
their
eyes
,
accustomed
to
obscurity
,
the
late
Senor
Hirsch
,
growing
more
distinct
,
seemed
to
have
come
nearer
.
And
the
doctor
lowered
his
voice
in
exposing
his
scheme
as
though
afraid
of
being
overheard
.
He
was
taking
the
indispensable
man
into
his
fullest
confidence
.
Its
implied
flattery
and
suggestion
of
great
risks
came
with
a
familiar
sound
to
the
Capataz
.
His
mind
,
floating
in
irresolution
and
discontent
,
recognized
it
with
bitterness
.
He
understood
well
that
the
doctor
was
anxious
to
save
the
San
Tome
mine
from
annihilation
.
He
would
be
nothing
without
it
.
It
was
his
interest
.
Just
as
it
had
been
the
interest
of
Senor
Decoud
,
of
the
Blancos
,
and
of
the
Europeans
to
get
his
Cargadores
on
their
side
.
His
thought
became
arrested
upon
Decoud
.
What
would
happen
to
him
?
Nostromo
's
prolonged
silence
made
the
doctor
uneasy
.
He
pointed
out
,
quite
unnecessarily
,
that
though
for
the
present
he
was
safe
,
he
could
not
live
concealed
for
ever
.
The
choice
was
between
accepting
the
mission
to
Barrios
,
with
all
its
dangers
and
difficulties
,
and
leaving
Sulaco
by
stealth
,
ingloriously
,
in
poverty
.
"
None
of
your
friends
could
reward
you
and
protect
you
just
now
,
Capataz
.
Not
even
Don
Carlos
himself
.
"
"
I
would
have
none
of
your
protection
and
none
of
your
rewards
.
I
only
wish
I
could
trust
your
courage
and
your
sense
.
When
I
return
in
triumph
,
as
you
say
,
with
Barrios
,
I
may
find
you
all
destroyed
.
You
have
the
knife
at
your
throat
now
.
"
It
was
the
doctor
's
turn
to
remain
silent
in
the
contemplation
of
horrible
contingencies
.
"
Well
,
we
would
trust
your
courage
and
your
sense
.
And
you
,
too
,
have
a
knife
at
your
throat
.
"
"
Ah
!
And
whom
am
I
to
thank
for
that
?
What
are
your
politics
and
your
mines
to
me
--
your
silver
and
your
constitutions
--
your
Don
Carlos
this
,
and
Don
Jose
that
--
"
