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and Nostromo there—where is Nostromo? Nostromo cando this and that—work all day and ride all night—behold!he found himself a marked Ribierist for any sort of vengeanceGamacho, for instance, would choose to take, nowthe Montero party, had, after all, mastered the town. TheEuropeans had given up; the Caballeros had given up. DonMartin had indeed explained it was only temporary—thathe was going to bring Barrios to the rescue. Where was thatnow—with Don Martin (whose ironic manner of talk hadalways made the Capataz feel vaguely uneasy) stranded onthe Great Isabel? Everybody had given up. Even Don Carloshad given up. The hurried removal of the treasure out to seameant nothing else than that. The Capataz de Cargadores,on a revulsion of subjectiveness, exasperated almost to insanity,beheld all his world without faith and courage. Hehad been betrayed!With the boundless shadows of the sea behind him, outof his silence and immobility, facing the lofty shapes ofthe lower peaks crowded around the white, misty sheen ofHiguerota, Nostromo laughed aloud again, sprang abruptlyto his feet, and stood still. He must go. But where?‘There is no mistake. They keep us and encourage us as ifwe were dogs born to fight and hunt for them. The vecchiois right,’ he said, slowly and scathingly. He remembered oldGiorgio taking his pipe out of his mouth to throw thesewords over his shoulder at the cafe, full of engine-driversand fitters from the railway workshops. This image fixedhis wavering purpose. He would try to find old Giorgio if hecould. God knows what might have happened to him! He