breast, pulled the trigger, and, with convulsive force,

sent the still smoking weapon hurling through the air. His eyes looked at it while he fell forward and hung with his breast on the gunwale and the fingers of his right hand hooked under the thwart. They looked "It is done," he stammered out, in a sudden flow of blood. His last thought was: "I wonder how that capataz died." The stiffness of the fingers relaxed, and the lover of Antonia Avellanos rolled overboard without having heard the cord of silence snap aloud in the solitude of the Placid Gulf, whose glittering sur- face remained untroubled by the fall of his body. A victim of the disillusioned weariness which is the retribution meted out to intellectual audacity, the brilliant Don Martin Decoud, weighted by the bars of San Tome" silver, disappeared without a trace, swal- lowed up in the immense indifference of things. His sleepless, crouching figure was gone from the side of the San Tome" silver; and for a time the spirits of good and evil that hover near every concealed treasure of the earth might have thought that this one had been forgotten by all mankind. Then, after a few days, another form appeared striding away from the setting sun to sit motionless and awake in the narrow black gully all through the night, in nearly the same pose, in the same place in which had sat that other sleepless man who had gone away forever so quietly in a small boat, about the time of sunset. And the spirits of good and evil that hover about a forbidden treasure understood well that the silver of San Tome" was pro- vided now with a faithful and lifelong slave.

The magnificent capataz de cargadores, victim of