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"The Capataz of Cargadores, that Italian sailor of whom I have written to you before, has saved him from an ignoble death. That man seems to have a particular talent for being on the spot whenever there is something picturesque to be done.
"I believe he is waiting for me," he said. "It is possible." "I must see. Do not go away yet, Capataz." "Go away where?" muttered Nostromo. Already the doctor had left him. He remained leaning against the wall, staring at the dark water of the harbour; the shrilling of cicalas filled his ears. An invincible vagueness coming over his thoughts took from them all power to determine his will.
"There was Decoud, too, with his plan," the doctor reminded him again. "Si! And the rich man in San Francisco who had something to do with that treasure, too what do I know? No! I have heard too many things. It seems to me that everything is permitted to the rich." "I understand, Capataz," the doctor began. "What Capataz?" broke in Nostromo, in a forcible but even voice.
Less than five minutes after entering the place the Capataz began his retreat. He got away down the stairs with perfect success, gave one upward look over his shoulder at the light on the landing, and ran stealthily across the hall.
"No," said Linda, "we are not afraid of you. You came here with Gian' Battista." "You mean Nostromo?" said Decoud. "The English call him so, but that is no name either for man or beast," said the girl, passing her hand gently over her sister's hair. "But he lets people call him so," remarked Decoud. "Not in this house," retorted the child. "Ah! well, I shall call him the Capataz then."
"What is your name?" the judge asked peremptorily. I said, "Juan John Kemp. I am of noble English family; I am well enough known. Ask the Señor O'Brien." On O'Brien's shaken face the smile hardened. "I heard that in Rio Medio the senor was called... was called..." He paused and appealed to the Lugareño. "What was he called the capataz the man who led the picaroons?"
For a long time he gazed on, then let the parted bushes spring back, and, crossing over to the other side of the fort, surveyed the vaster emptiness of the great gulf. The Isabels stood out heavily upon the narrowing long band of red in the west, which gleamed low between their black shapes, and the Capataz thought of Decoud alone there with the treasure.
And the voice of the resourceful Capataz de Cargadores, master and slave of the San Tome treasure, who had been caught unawares by old Giorgio while stealing across the open towards the ravine to get some more silver, answered careless and cool, but sounding startlingly weak from the ground.
It was the dinghy of the lighter No. 3 the dinghy left with Martin Decoud on the Great Isabel so that he should have some means to help himself if nothing could be done for him from the shore. And here she had come out to meet him empty and inexplicable. What had become of Decoud? The Capataz made a minute examination. He looked for some scratch, for some mark, for some sign.
He went on to develop his view of Sotillo's dangerous influence upon the situation. And the Capataz, listening as if in a dream, felt himself of as little account as the indistinct, motionless shape of the dead man whom he saw upright under the beam, with his air of listening also, disregarded, forgotten, like a terrible example of neglect.
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