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Nostromo
's
eyes
were
the
first
to
catch
,
broad
on
the
bow
,
the
tiny
,
elusive
dark
speck
,
which
,
alone
with
the
forms
of
the
Three
Isabels
right
ahead
,
appeared
on
the
flat
,
shimmering
emptiness
of
the
gulf
.
There
are
times
when
no
fact
should
be
neglected
as
insignificant
;
a
small
boat
so
far
from
the
land
might
have
had
some
meaning
worth
finding
out
.
At
a
nod
of
consent
from
Barrios
the
transport
swept
out
of
her
course
,
passing
near
enough
to
ascertain
that
no
one
manned
the
little
cockle-shell
.
It
was
merely
a
common
small
boat
gone
adrift
with
her
oars
in
her
.
But
Nostromo
,
to
whose
mind
Decoud
had
been
insistently
present
for
days
,
had
long
before
recognized
with
excitement
the
dinghy
of
the
lighter
.
There
could
be
no
question
of
stopping
to
pick
up
that
thing
.
Every
minute
of
time
was
momentous
with
the
lives
and
futures
of
a
whole
town
.
The
head
of
the
leading
ship
,
with
the
General
on
board
,
fell
off
to
her
course
.
Behind
her
,
the
fleet
of
transports
,
scattered
haphazard
over
a
mile
or
so
in
the
offing
,
like
the
finish
of
an
ocean
race
,
pressed
on
,
all
black
and
smoking
on
the
western
sky
.
"
Mi
General
,
"
Nostromo
's
voice
rang
out
loud
,
but
quiet
,
from
behind
a
group
of
officers
,
"
I
should
like
to
save
that
little
boat
.
Por
Dios
,
I
know
her
.
She
belongs
to
my
Company
.
"
"
And
,
por
Dios
,
"
guffawed
Barrios
,
in
a
noisy
,
goodhumoured
voice
,
"
you
belong
to
me
.
I
am
going
to
make
you
a
captain
of
cavalry
directly
we
get
within
sight
of
a
horse
again
.
"
"
I
can
swim
far
better
than
I
can
ride
,
mi
General
,
"
cried
Nostromo
,
pushing
through
to
the
rail
with
a
set
stare
in
his
eyes
.
"
Let
me
--
--
"
"
Let
you
?
What
a
conceited
fellow
that
is
,
"
bantered
the
General
,
jovially
,
without
even
looking
at
him
.
"
Let
him
go
!
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
He
wants
me
to
admit
that
we
can
not
take
Sulaco
without
him
!
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
Would
you
like
to
swim
off
to
her
,
my
son
?
"
A
tremendous
shout
from
one
end
of
the
ship
to
the
other
stopped
his
guffaw
.
Nostromo
had
leaped
overboard
;
and
his
black
head
bobbed
up
far
away
already
from
the
ship
.
The
General
muttered
an
appalled
"
Cielo
!
Sinner
that
I
am
!
"
in
a
thunderstruck
tone
.
One
anxious
glance
was
enough
to
show
him
that
Nostromo
was
swimming
with
perfect
ease
;
and
then
he
thundered
terribly
,
"
No
!
no
!
We
shall
not
stop
to
pick
up
this
impertinent
fellow
.
Let
him
drown
--
that
mad
Capataz
.
"
Nothing
short
of
main
force
would
have
kept
Nostromo
from
leaping
overboard
.
That
empty
boat
,
coming
out
to
meet
him
mysteriously
,
as
if
rowed
by
an
invisible
spectre
,
exercised
the
fascination
of
some
sign
,
of
some
warning
,
seemed
to
answer
in
a
startling
and
enigmatic
way
the
persistent
thought
of
a
treasure
and
of
a
man
's
fate
.
He
would
have
leaped
if
there
had
been
death
in
that
half-mile
of
water
.
It
was
as
smooth
as
a
pond
,
and
for
some
reason
sharks
are
unknown
in
the
Placid
Gulf
,
though
on
the
other
side
of
the
Punta
Mala
the
coastline
swarms
with
them
.
The
Capataz
seized
hold
of
the
stern
and
blew
with
force
.
A
queer
,
faint
feeling
had
come
over
him
while
he
swam
.
He
had
got
rid
of
his
boots
and
coat
in
the
water
.
He
hung
on
for
a
time
,
regaining
his
breath
.
In
the
distance
the
transports
,
more
in
a
bunch
now
,
held
on
straight
for
Sulaco
,
with
their
air
of
friendly
contest
,
of
nautical
sport
,
of
a
regatta
;
and
the
united
smoke
of
their
funnels
drove
like
a
thin
,
sulphurous
fogbank
right
over
his
head
.
It
was
his
daring
,
his
courage
,
his
act
that
had
set
these
ships
in
motion
upon
the
sea
,
hurrying
on
to
save
the
lives
and
fortunes
of
the
Blancos
,
the
taskmasters
of
the
people
;
to
save
the
San
Tome
mine
;
to
save
the
children
.
