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death. That man seems to have a particular talent for beingon the spot whenever there is something picturesque to bedone.‘He was with me at four o’clock in the morning at theoffices of the Porvenir, where he had turned up so early inorder to warn me of the coming trouble, and also to assureme that he would keep his Cargadores on the side of order.When the full daylight came we were looking together atthe crowd on foot and on horseback, demonstrating on thePlaza and shying stones at the windows of the Intendencia.Nostromo (that is the name they call him by here) waspointing out to me his Cargadores interspersed in the mob.‘The sun shines late upon Sulaco, for it has first to climbabove the mountains. In that clear morning light, brighterthan twilight, Nostromo saw right across the vast Plaza, atthe end of the street beyond the cathedral, a mounted manapparently in difficulties with a yelling knot of leperos. Atonce he said to me, ‘That’s a stranger. What is it they are doingto him?’ Then he took out the silver whistle he is in thehabit of using on the wharf (this man seems to disdain theuse of any metal less precious than silver) and blew into ittwice, evidently a preconcerted signal for his Cargadores.He ran out immediately, and they rallied round him. I ranout, too, but was too late to follow them and help in therescue of the stranger, whose animal had fallen. I was setupon at once as a hated aristocrat, and was only too gladto get into the club, where Don Jaime Berges (you may rememberhim visiting at our house in Paris some three yearsago) thrust a sporting gun into my hands. They were al-