United States or China ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
And Gamacho, who to-morrow will be probably one of our high officials, is a stranger, too an Isleno. And do you think that Gamacho, then, would have ever become a hero with the democracy of this place, like our Capataz? Of course not. He isn't half the man. No; decidedly, I think that Nostromo is a fool." The doctor's talk was distasteful to the builder of railways.
A heavy sense of discomfiture crushed him: the loss of the silver, the death of Nostromo, which was really quite a blow to his sensibilities, because he had become attached to his Capataz as people get attached to their inferiors from love of ease and almost unconscious gratitude. And when he thought of Decoud being drowned, too, his sensibility was almost overcome by this miserable end.
"Was it for a joke they woke me up from my sleep after two days of street fighting to make me stake my life upon a bad card? Everybody knows, too, that I am not a lucky gambler." "Yes, everybody knows of your good luck with women, Capataz," Decoud propitiated his companion in a weary drawl. "Look here, senor," Nostromo went on. "I never even remonstrated about this affair.
He will see it every time he closes his eyes. He will never forget it till he is dead and even then Doctor, did you ever hear of the miserable gringos on Azuera, that cannot die? Ha! ha! Sailors like myself. There is no getting away from a treasure that once fastens upon your mind." "You are a devil of a man, Capataz. It is the most plausible thing." Nostromo pressed his arm.
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.
It was the next best thing to having it at hand in some safe place, and using part of it to buy up Sotillo. But I doubt whether Don Carlos would have ever made up his mind to it. He is not fit for Costaguana, and that is a fact, Capataz." The Capataz had mastered the fury that was like a tempest in his ears in time to hear the name of Don Carlos.
The Capataz de Cargadores would have been just such a man. But the Capataz of the Cargadores was no more. And Charles Gould, withdrawing his eyes from the wall, said gently, "That Hirsch! What an extraordinary thing! Saved himself by clinging to the anchor, did he? I had no idea that he was still in Sulaco. I thought he had gone back overland to Esmeralda more than a week ago.
"My gentle spirit is roused to the accomplishment of great things. I feel in me a valiance, an inspiration. I am no vulgar seller of aguardiente, like Domingo. I was born to be the capataz of the Lugarenos." "We shall be set upon and beaten, oh, thou Manuel. Come away!" There were no footsteps, only a noiseless flitting of two shadows, and a distant voice crying: "Woe, woe, woe to the traitor!"
As I was walking home after seeing Don Jose and Antonia to their house, the Capataz de Cargadores, riding down the street, spoke to me." "Has anything happened to the Violas?" inquired Mrs. Gould. "The Violas? You mean the old Garibaldino who keeps the hotel where the engineers live? Nothing happened there.
When Hernandez was ranging hundreds of miles away from here the Sulaco populace used to shudder at the tales of him roasting his prisoners alive." "Yes," murmured Charles Gould; "Captain Mitchell's Capataz was the only man in the town who had seen Hernandez eye to eye. Father Corbelan employed him. He opened the communications first. It is a pity that "
Word Of The Day