checked and audible to the end of the world. What

if Hirsch coughed or sneezed. To feel himself at the mercy of such an idiotic contingency was too exas- perating to be looked upon with irony. Nostromo, too, seemed to be getting restless. Was it possible, he asked himself, that the steamer, finding the night too dark altogether, intended to remain stopped where she was till daylight? He began to think that this, after all, was the real danger. He was afraid that the darkness which was his protection would in the end cause his undoing. Sotillo, as Nostromo had surmised, was in command on board the transport. The events of the last forty- eight hours in Sulaco were not known to him; neither was he aware that the telegraphist in Esmeralda had managed to warn his colleague in Sulaco. Like a good many officers of the troops garrisoning the province, Sotillo had been influenced in his adoption of the Ri- bierist cause by the belief that it had the enormous wealth of the Gould Concession on its side. He had been one of the frequenters of the Casa Gould, where he had aired his Blanco convictions and his ardor for reform before Don Jose Avellanos, casting frank, hon- est glances towards Mrs. Gould and Antonia the while. He was known to belong to a good family, persecuted and impoverished during the tyranny of Guzman Bento. The opinions he expressed appeared eminent- ly natural and proper in a man of his parentage and antecedents. And he was not a deceiver; it was per- fectly natural for him to express elevated sentiments while his whole faculties were taken up with what

seemed then a solid and practical notion the notion