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‘What bargain would your worship have made?’ askedNostromo, blowing the smoke out of his lips through thedoorway.Dr. Monygham listened up the staircase for a momentbefore he answered, with another of his short, abruptlaughs—‘Illustrious Capataz, for taking the curse of death uponmy back, as you call it, nothing else but the whole treasurewould do.’Nostromo vanished out of the doorway with a grunt ofdiscontent at this jeering answer. Dr. Monygham heardhim gallop away. Nostromo rode furiously in the dark.There were lights in the buildings of the O.S.N. Companynear the wharf, but before he got there he met the Gouldcarriage. The horseman preceded it with the torch, whoselight showed the white mules trotting, the portly Ignaciodriving, and Basilio with the carbine on the box. From thedark body of the landau Mrs. Gould’s voice cried, ‘They arewaiting for you, Capataz!’ She was returning, chilly and excited,with Decoud’s pocket-book still held in her hand. Hehad confided it to her to send to his sister. ‘Perhaps my lastwords to her,’ he had said, pressing Mrs. Gould’s hand.The Capataz never checked his speed. At the head of thewharf vague figures with rifles leapt to the head of his horse;others closed upon him—cargadores of the company postedby Captain Mitchell on the watch. At a word from himthey fell back with subservient murmurs, recognizing hisvoice. At the other end of the jetty, near a cargo crane, in adark group with glowing cigars, his name was pronounced