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The
Capataz
never
checked
his
speed
.
At
the
head
of
the
wharf
vague
figures
with
rifles
leapt
to
the
head
of
his
horse
;
others
closed
upon
him
--
cargadores
of
the
company
posted
by
Captain
Mitchell
on
the
watch
.
At
a
word
from
him
they
fell
back
with
subservient
murmurs
,
recognizing
his
voice
.
At
the
other
end
of
the
jetty
,
near
a
cargo
crane
,
in
a
dark
group
with
glowing
cigars
,
his
name
was
pronounced
in
a
tone
of
relief
.
Most
of
the
Europeans
in
Sulaco
were
there
,
rallied
round
Charles
Gould
,
as
if
the
silver
of
the
mine
had
been
the
emblem
of
a
common
cause
,
the
symbol
of
the
supreme
importance
of
material
interests
.
They
had
loaded
it
into
the
lighter
with
their
own
hands
.
Nostromo
recognized
Don
Carlos
Gould
,
a
thin
,
tall
shape
standing
a
little
apart
and
silent
,
to
whom
another
tall
shape
,
the
engineer-in-chief
,
said
aloud
,
"
If
it
must
be
lost
,
it
is
a
million
times
better
that
it
should
go
to
the
bottom
of
the
sea
.
"
Martin
Decoud
called
out
from
the
lighter
,
"
Au
revoir
,
messieurs
,
till
we
clasp
hands
again
over
the
new-born
Occidental
Republic
.
"
Only
a
subdued
murmur
responded
to
his
clear
,
ringing
tones
;
and
then
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
wharf
was
floating
away
into
the
night
;
but
it
was
Nostromo
,
who
was
already
pushing
against
a
pile
with
one
of
the
heavy
sweeps
.
Decoud
did
not
move
;
the
effect
was
that
of
being
launched
into
space
.
After
a
splash
or
two
there
was
not
a
sound
but
the
thud
of
Nostromo
's
feet
leaping
about
the
boat
.
He
hoisted
the
big
sail
;
a
breath
of
wind
fanned
Decoud
's
cheek
.
Everything
had
vanished
but
the
light
of
the
lantern
Captain
Mitchell
had
hoisted
upon
the
post
at
the
end
of
the
jetty
to
guide
Nostromo
out
of
the
harbour
.
The
two
men
,
unable
to
see
each
other
,
kept
silent
till
the
lighter
,
slipping
before
the
fitful
breeze
,
passed
out
between
almost
invisible
headlands
into
the
still
deeper
darkness
of
the
gulf
.
For
a
time
the
lantern
on
the
jetty
shone
after
them
.
The
wind
failed
,
then
fanned
up
again
,
but
so
faintly
that
the
big
,
half-decked
boat
slipped
along
with
no
more
noise
than
if
she
had
been
suspended
in
the
air
.
"
We
are
out
in
the
gulf
now
,
"
said
the
calm
voice
of
Nostromo
.
A
moment
after
he
added
,
"
Senor
Mitchell
has
lowered
the
light
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Decoud
;
"
nobody
can
find
us
now
.
"
A
great
recrudescence
of
obscurity
embraced
the
boat
.
The
sea
in
the
gulf
was
as
black
as
the
clouds
above
.
Nostromo
,
after
striking
a
couple
of
matches
to
get
a
glimpse
of
the
boat-compass
he
had
with
him
in
the
lighter
,
steered
by
the
feel
of
the
wind
on
his
cheek
.
It
was
a
new
experience
for
Decoud
,
this
mysteriousness
of
the
great
waters
spread
out
strangely
smooth
,
as
if
their
restlessness
had
been
crushed
by
the
weight
of
that
dense
night
.
The
Placido
was
sleeping
profoundly
under
its
black
poncho
.
The
main
thing
now
for
success
was
to
get
away
from
the
coast
and
gain
the
middle
of
the
gulf
before
day
broke
.
The
Isabels
were
somewhere
at
hand
.
"
On
your
left
as
you
look
forward
,
senor
,
"
said
Nostromo
,
suddenly
.
When
his
voice
ceased
,
the
enormous
stillness
,
without
light
or
sound
,
seemed
to
affect
Decoud
's
senses
like
a
powerful
drug
.
He
did
n't
even
know
at
times
whether
he
were
asleep
or
awake
.
Like
a
man
lost
in
slumber
,
he
heard
nothing
,
he
saw
nothing
.
Even
his
hand
held
before
his
face
did
not
exist
for
his
eyes
.
The
change
from
the
agitation
,
the
passions
and
the
dangers
,
from
the
sights
and
sounds
of
the
shore
,
was
so
complete
that
it
would
have
resembled
death
had
it
not
been
for
the
survival
of
his
thoughts
.
In
this
foretaste
of
eternal
peace
they
floated
vivid
and
light
,
like
unearthly
clear
dreams
of
earthly
things
that
may
haunt
the
souls
freed
by
death
from
the
misty
atmosphere
of
regrets
and
hopes
.
Decoud
shook
himself
,
shuddered
a
bit
,
though
the
air
that
drifted
past
him
was
warm
.
He
had
the
strangest
sensation
of
his
soul
having
just
returned
into
his
body
from
the
circumambient
darkness
in
which
land
,
sea
,
sky
,
the
mountains
,
and
the
rocks
were
as
if
they
had
not
been
.
