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Nostromo - A Tale of the Seaboard.pdf - Planet eBook

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should be neglected as insignificant; a small boat so farfrom <strong>the</strong> land might have had some meaning worth findingout. At a nod <strong>of</strong> consent from Barrios <strong>the</strong> transport sweptout <strong>of</strong> her course, passing near enough to ascertain that noone manned <strong>the</strong> little cockle-shell. It was merely a commonsmall boat gone adrift with her oars in her. But <strong>Nostromo</strong>,to whose mind Decoud had been insistently present fordays, had long before recognized with excitement <strong>the</strong> dinghy<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lighter.There could be no question <strong>of</strong> stopping to pick up thatthing. Every minute <strong>of</strong> time was momentous with <strong>the</strong> livesand futures <strong>of</strong> a whole town. The head <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> leading ship,with <strong>the</strong> General on board, fell <strong>of</strong>f to her course. Behind her,<strong>the</strong> fleet <strong>of</strong> transports, scattered haphazard over a mile or soin <strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>fing, like <strong>the</strong> finish <strong>of</strong> an ocean race, pressed on, allblack and smoking on <strong>the</strong> western sky.‘Mi General,’ <strong>Nostromo</strong>’s voice rang out loud, but quiet,from behind a group <strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong>ficers, ‘I should like to save thatlittle boat. Por Dios, I know her. She belongs to my Company.’‘And, por Dios,’ guffawed Barrios, in a noisy, goodhumouredvoice, ‘you belong to me. I am going to make youa captain <strong>of</strong> cavalry directly we get within sight <strong>of</strong> a horseagain.’‘I can swim far better than I can ride, mi General,’ cried<strong>Nostromo</strong>, pushing through to <strong>the</strong> rail with a set stare inhis eyes. ‘Let me——‘‘Let you? What a conceited fellow that is,’ bantered <strong>the</strong>General, jovially, without even looking at him. ‘Let him go!

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