Ностромо
Chapter 7
Senor,theywouldthinkthatheavenitselfsenttheserichesintotheirhands,andwouldcutourthroatswithouthesitation.Iwouldtrustnofairwordsfromthebestmanaroundtheshoresofthiswildgulf.Reflectthat,evenbygivingupthetreasureatthefirstdemand,wewouldnotbeabletosaveourlives.Doyouunderstandthis,ormustIexplain?”
“No,youneedn’texplain,”saidDecoud,alittlelistlessly.“Icanseeitwellenoughmyself,thatthepossessionofthistreasureisverymuchlikeadeadlydiseaseformensituatedasweare.ButithadtoberemovedfromSulaco,andyouwerethemanforthetask.”
“Iwas;butIcannotbelieve,”saidNostromo,“thatitslosswouldhaveimpoverishedDonCarlosGouldverymuch.Thereismorewealthinthemountain.IhavehearditrollingdowntheshootsonquietnightswhenIusedtoridetoRincontoseeacertaingirl,aftermyworkattheharbourwasdone.Foryearstherichrockshavebeenpouringdownwithanoiselikethunder,andtheminerssaythatthereisenoughattheheartofthemountaintothunderonforyearsandyearstocome.Andyet,thedaybeforeyesterday,wehavebeenfightingtosaveitfromthemob,andto-nightIamsentoutwithitintothisdarkness,wherethereisnowindtogetawaywith;asifitwerethelastlotofsilveronearthtogetbreadforthehungrywith.Ha!ha!Well,Iamgoingtomakeitthemostfamousanddesperateaffairofmylife—windornowind.
