But Dr. Monygham, full of hope, disregarded the

enigmatic words and the threatening tone. To their eyes, accustomed to obscurity, the late Señor Hirsch, growing more distinct, seemed to have come nearer. And the doctor lowered his voice in exposing his scheme as though afraid of being overheard. He was taking the indispensable man into his full- est confidence. Its implied flattery and suggestion of great risks came with a familiar sound to the capataz. His mind, floating in irresolution and discontent, recog- nized it with bitterness. He understood well that the doctor was anxious to save the San Tome" mine from annihilation. He would be nothing without it. It was his interest. Just as it had been the interest of Senor Decoud, of the Blancos, and of the Europeans to get his cargadores on their side. His thought be- came arrested upon Decoud. What would happen to him? Nostromo's prolonged silence made the doctor un- easy. He pointed out, quite unnecessarily, that though for the present he was safe, he could not live concealed forever. The choice was between accept- ing the mission to Barrios, with all its dangers and difficulties, and leaving Sulaco by stealth, ingloriously, in poverty. "None of your friends could reward you and protect you just now, capataz. Not even Don Carlos himself." " I would have none of your protection and none of your rewards. I only wish I could trust your courage and your sense. When I return in triumph, as you say, with Barios, I may find you all destroyed. You

have the knife at your throat now."