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"
Come
up
!
Come
up
!
"
At
the
moment
of
crossing
the
doorway
the
Capataz
experienced
a
shock
of
surprise
.
The
man
had
not
moved
.
He
saw
his
shadow
in
the
same
place
.
He
started
,
then
stepped
in
with
a
feeling
of
being
about
to
solve
a
mystery
.
It
was
very
simple
.
For
an
infinitesimal
fraction
of
a
second
,
against
the
light
of
two
flaring
and
guttering
candles
,
through
a
blue
,
pungent
,
thin
haze
which
made
his
eyes
smart
,
he
saw
the
man
standing
,
as
he
had
imagined
him
,
with
his
back
to
the
door
,
casting
an
enormous
and
distorted
shadow
upon
the
wall
.
Swifter
than
a
flash
of
lightning
followed
the
impression
of
his
constrained
,
toppling
attitude
--
the
shoulders
projecting
forward
,
the
head
sunk
low
upon
the
breast
.
Then
he
distinguished
the
arms
behind
his
back
,
and
wrenched
so
terribly
that
the
two
clenched
fists
,
lashed
together
,
had
been
forced
up
higher
than
the
shoulder-blades
.
From
there
his
eyes
traced
in
one
instantaneous
glance
the
hide
rope
going
upwards
from
the
tied
wrists
over
a
heavy
beam
and
down
to
a
staple
in
the
wall
.
He
did
not
want
to
look
at
the
rigid
legs
,
at
the
feet
hanging
down
nervelessly
,
with
their
bare
toes
some
six
inches
above
the
floor
,
to
know
that
the
man
had
been
given
the
estrapade
till
he
had
swooned
.
His
first
impulse
was
to
dash
forward
and
sever
the
rope
at
one
blow
.
He
felt
for
his
knife
.
He
had
no
knife
--
not
even
a
knife
.
He
stood
quivering
,
and
the
doctor
,
perched
on
the
edge
of
the
table
,
facing
thoughtfully
the
cruel
and
lamentable
sight
,
his
chin
in
his
hand
,
uttered
,
without
stirring
--
"
Tortured
--
and
shot
dead
through
the
breast
--
getting
cold
.
"
This
information
calmed
the
Capataz
.
One
of
the
candles
flickering
in
the
socket
went
out
.
"
Who
did
this
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Sotillo
,
I
tell
you
.
Who
else
?
Tortured
--
of
course
.
But
why
shot
?
"
The
doctor
looked
fixedly
at
Nostromo
,
who
shrugged
his
shoulders
slightly
.
"
And
mark
,
shot
suddenly
,
on
impulse
.
It
is
evident
.
I
wish
I
had
his
secret
.
"
Nostromo
had
advanced
,
and
stooped
slightly
to
look
.
"
I
seem
to
have
seen
that
face
somewhere
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
Who
is
he
?
"
The
doctor
turned
his
eyes
upon
him
again
.
"
I
may
yet
come
to
envying
his
fate
.
What
do
you
think
of
that
,
Capataz
,
eh
?
"
