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photographer, small, frail, bloodthirsty, the hater of capitalists,perched on a high stool near the head of the bed withhis knees up and his chin in his hands. He had been fetchedby a comrade who, working late on the wharf, had heardfrom a negro belonging to a lancha, that Captain Fidanzahad been brought ashore mortally wounded.‘Have you any dispositions to make, comrade?’ he asked,anxiously. ‘Do not forget that we want money for our work.The rich must be fought with their own weapons.’Nostromo made no answer. The other did not insist,remaining huddled up on the stool, shock-headed, wildlyhairy, like a hunchbacked monkey. Then, after a longsilence—‘Comrade Fidanza,’ he began, solemnly, ‘you have refusedall aid from that doctor. Is he really a dangerous enemy ofthe people?’In the dimly lit room Nostromo rolled his head slowly onthe pillow and opened his eyes, directing at the weird figureperched by his bedside a glance of enigmatic and profoundinquiry. Then his head rolled back, his eyelids fell, and theCapataz de Cargadores died without a word or moan afteran hour of immobility, broken by short shudders testifyingto the most atrocious sufferings.Dr. Monygham, going out in the police-galley to the islands,beheld the glitter of the moon upon the gulf and thehigh black shape of the Great Isabel sending a shaft of lightafar, from under the canopy of clouds.‘Pull easy,’ he said, wondering what he would find there.He tried to imagine Linda and her father, and discovered a