It was the doctor's turn to remain silent in the con-

templation of horrible contingencies. 1, we would trust your courage and your sense. And you, too, have a knife at your throat." "Ah! And whom am I to thank for that? What are your politics and your mines to me your silver and your constitutions your Don Carlos this and Don Jose* that" "I don't know," burst out the exasperated doctor. "There are innocent people in danger whose IntU- finger is worth more than you or I and all the Ribi< together. I don't know. You should have asked yourself before you allowed Decoud to lead you into all this. It was your place to think like a man, but if you did not think then, try to act like a man now. Did you imagine Decoud cared very much for what would happen to you?" "No more than you care for what will happen to me," muttered the other. "No. I care for what will happen to you as little as I care for what will happen to myself." " And all this because you are such a devoted Ribie- rist?" Nostromo said, in an incredulous tone. "All this because I am such a devoted Ribierist," repeated Dr. Monygham, grimly. Again Nostromo, gazing abstractedly at the body of the late Sefior Hirsch, remained silent, thinking that the doctor was a dangerous person in more than one sense. Tt was impossible to trust him. "Do you speak in the name of Don Carlos?" he asked at last.

"Yes, I do," the doctor said, loudly, without hesi-