Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard
a match, and, after lighting it, held the burning piece of wood above his head till the flame nearly touched his fingers.
"No wind!" he muttered to himself. "Look here, señor—do you know the nature of my undertaking?"
Dr. Monygham nodded sourly.
"It is as if I were taking a curse upon me, Señor Doctor. A man with a treasure on this coast will have every knife raised against him in every place upon the shore. You see that, Señor Doctor? I shall float along with a spell upon my life till I meet somewhere the north-bound steamer of the company, and then indeed they will talk about the capataz of the Sulaco cargadores from one end of America to the other."
Dr. Monygham laughed his short, throaty laugh. Nostromo turned round in the doorway.
"But if your worship can find any other man ready and fit for such business I will stand back. I am not exactly tired of my life, though I am so poor that I can carry all I have with myself on my horse's back."
"You gamble too much, and never say 'no' to a pretty face, capataz," said Dr. Monygham, with sly simplicity. "That's not the way to make a fortune. But nobody that I know ever suspected you of being poor. I hope you have made a good bargain in case you come back safe from this adventure."
"What bargain would your worship have made?" asked Nostromo, blowing the smoke out of his lips through the doorway.
Dr. Monygham listened up the staircase for a moment before he answered, with another of his short, abrupt laughs:
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