"Si, señor. . . . For the ladies."

"Yes, yes," said Decoud, hastily. "Your wonder- ful reputation will make them attach great value to your words; therefore, be careful what you say. I am looking forward," he continued, feeling the fatal touch of contempt for himself to which his complex nature was subject "I am looking forward to a glorious and successful ending to my mission. Do you hear, capa- taz? Use the words glorious and successful when you speak to the señorita. Your own mission is accom- plished gloriously and successfully. You have indubi- tably saved the silver of the mine Not only this sil- ver, but probably all the silver that shall ever come out of it." Nostromo detected the ironic tone. "I dare say, Senor Don Martin," he said, moodily. "There are very few things that I am not equal to. Ask the foreign signori. I, a man of the people, who cannot always understand what you mean. But as to this lot which I must leave here, let me tell you that I would believe it in greater safety if you had not been with me at all." An exclamation escaped Decoud, and a short pause followed. "Shall I go back with you to Sulaco?" he asked, in an angry tone. "Shall I strike you dead with my knife where you stand?" retorted Nostromo, contemptuously. "It would be the same thing as taking you to Sulaco. Come, señor! Your reputation is in your politics, and mine is bound up with the fate of this silver. Do you wonder I wish there had been no other man to share

my knowledge? I wanted no one with me, señor."