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"
I
was
;
but
I
can
not
believe
,
"
said
Nostromo
,
"
that
its
loss
would
have
impoverished
Don
Carlos
Gould
very
much
.
There
is
more
wealth
in
the
mountain
.
I
have
heard
it
rolling
down
the
shoots
on
quiet
nights
when
I
used
to
ride
to
Rincon
to
see
a
certain
girl
,
after
my
work
at
the
harbour
was
done
.
For
years
the
rich
rocks
have
been
pouring
down
with
a
noise
like
thunder
,
and
the
miners
say
that
there
is
enough
at
the
heart
of
the
mountain
to
thunder
on
for
years
and
years
to
come
.
And
yet
,
the
day
before
yesterday
,
we
have
been
fighting
to
save
it
from
the
mob
,
and
to-night
I
am
sent
out
with
it
into
this
darkness
,
where
there
is
no
wind
to
get
away
with
;
as
if
it
were
the
last
lot
of
silver
on
earth
to
get
bread
for
the
hungry
with
.
Ha
!
ha
!
Well
,
I
am
going
to
make
it
the
most
famous
and
desperate
affair
of
my
life
--
wind
or
no
wind
.
It
shall
be
talked
about
when
the
little
children
are
grown
up
and
the
grown
men
are
old
.
Aha
!
the
Monterists
must
not
get
hold
of
it
,
I
am
told
,
whatever
happens
to
Nostromo
the
Capataz
;
and
they
shall
not
have
it
,
I
tell
you
,
since
it
has
been
tied
for
safety
round
Nostromo
's
neck
.
"
"
I
see
it
,
"
murmured
Decoud
.
He
saw
,
indeed
,
that
his
companion
had
his
own
peculiar
view
of
this
enterprise
.
Nostromo
interrupted
his
reflections
upon
the
way
men
's
qualities
are
made
use
of
,
without
any
fundamental
knowledge
of
their
nature
,
by
the
proposal
they
should
slip
the
long
oars
out
and
sweep
the
lighter
in
the
direction
of
the
Isabels
.
It
would
n't
do
for
daylight
to
reveal
the
treasure
floating
within
a
mile
or
so
of
the
harbour
entrance
.
The
denser
the
darkness
generally
,
the
smarter
were
the
puffs
of
wind
on
which
he
had
reckoned
to
make
his
way
;
but
tonight
the
gulf
,
under
its
poncho
of
clouds
,
remained
breathless
,
as
if
dead
rather
than
asleep
.
Don
Martin
's
soft
hands
suffered
cruelly
,
tugging
at
the
thick
handle
of
the
enormous
oar
.
He
stuck
to
it
manfully
,
setting
his
teeth
.
He
,
too
,
was
in
the
toils
of
an
imaginative
existence
,
and
that
strange
work
of
pulling
a
lighter
seemed
to
belong
naturally
to
the
inception
of
a
new
state
,
acquired
an
ideal
meaning
from
his
love
for
Antonia
.
For
all
their
efforts
,
the
heavily
laden
lighter
hardly
moved
.
Nostromo
could
be
heard
swearing
to
himself
between
the
regular
splashes
of
the
sweeps
.
"
We
are
making
a
crooked
path
,
"
he
muttered
to
himself
.
"
I
wish
I
could
see
the
islands
.
"
In
his
unskilfulness
Don
Martin
over-exerted
himself
.
Now
and
then
a
sort
of
muscular
faintness
would
run
from
the
tips
of
his
aching
fingers
through
every
fibre
of
his
body
,
and
pass
off
in
a
flush
of
heat
.
He
had
fought
,
talked
,
suffered
mentally
and
physically
,
exerting
his
mind
and
body
for
the
last
forty-eight
hours
without
intermission
.
He
had
had
no
rest
,
very
little
food
,
no
pause
in
the
stress
of
his
thoughts
and
his
feelings
.
Even
his
love
for
Antonia
,
whence
he
drew
his
strength
and
his
inspiration
,
had
reached
the
point
of
tragic
tension
during
their
hurried
interview
by
Don
Jose
's
bedside
.
And
now
,
suddenly
,
he
was
thrown
out
of
all
this
into
a
dark
gulf
,
whose
very
gloom
,
silence
,
and
breathless
peace
added
a
torment
to
the
necessity
for
physical
exertion
.
He
imagined
the
lighter
sinking
to
the
bottom
with
an
extraordinary
shudder
of
delight
.
"
I
am
on
the
verge
of
delirium
,
"
he
thought
.
He
mastered
the
trembling
of
all
his
limbs
,
of
his
breast
,
the
inward
trembling
of
all
his
body
exhausted
of
its
nervous
force
.
"
Shall
we
rest
,
Capataz
?
"
he
proposed
in
a
careless
tone
.
"
There
are
many
hours
of
night
yet
before
us
.
"
"
True
.
It
is
but
a
mile
or
so
,
I
suppose
.
Rest
your
arms
,
senor
,
if
that
is
what
you
mean
.
You
will
find
no
other
sort
of
rest
,
I
can
promise
you
,
since
you
let
yourself
be
bound
to
this
treasure
whose
loss
would
make
no
poor
man
poorer
.
No
,
senor
;
there
is
no
rest
till
we
find
a
north-bound
steamer
,
or
else
some
ship
finds
us
drifting
about
stretched
out
dead
upon
the
Englishman
's
silver
.
Or
rather
--
no
;
por
Dios
!
I
shall
cut
down
the
gunwale
with
the
axe
right
to
the
water
's
edge
before
thirst
and
hunger
rob
me
of
my
strength
.
By
all
the
saints
and
devils
I
shall
let
the
sea
have
the
treasure
rather
than
give
it
up
to
any
stranger
.
Since
it
was
the
good
pleasure
of
the
Caballeros
to
send
me
off
on
such
an
errand
,
they
shall
learn
I
am
just
the
man
they
take
me
for
.
"
