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Chapter 3
Highup,likeastar,therewasasmallgleaminoneofthetowersofthecathedral;andtheequestrianstatuegleamedpaleagainsttheblacktreesoftheAlameda,likeaghostofroyaltyhauntingthescenesofrevolution.Therareprowlerstheymetrangedthemselvesagainstthewall.Beyondthelasthousesthecarriagerollednoiselesslyonthesoftcushionofdust,andwithagreaterobscurityafeelingoffreshnessseemedtofallfromthefoliageofthetreesborderingthecountryroad.TheemissaryfromHernandez’scamppushedhishorseclosetoCharlesGould.
“Caballero,”hesaidinaninterestedvoice,“youarehewhomtheycalltheKingofSulaco,themasterofthemine?Isitnotso?”
“Yes,Iamthemasterofthemine,”answeredCharlesGould.
Themancanteredforatimeinsilence,thensaid,“Ihaveabrother,aserenoinyourserviceintheSanTomevalley.Youhaveprovedyourselfajustman.Therehasbeennowrongdonetoanyonesinceyoucalleduponthepeopletoworkinthemountains.MybrothersaysthatnoofficialoftheGovernment,nooppressoroftheCampo,hasbeenseenonyoursideofthestream.Yourownofficialsdonotoppressthepeopleinthegorge.Doubtlesstheyareafraidofyourseverity.Youareajustmanandapowerfulone,”headded.
Hespokeinanabrupt,independenttone,butevidentlyhewascommunicativewithapurpose.
