Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard
vances." For all his pomposity in social intercourse, Captain Mitchell could meet the realities of life in a resolute and ready spirit. Now he had got over the first shock of the abominable treatment he was cool and collected enough. The immense contempt he felt for Sotillo steadied him and he said, oracularly, "No doubt it is well concealed by this time."
Sotillo, too, had time to cool down. "Muy bien, Mitchell," he said, in a cold and threatening manner. "But can you produce the government receipt for the royalty, and the custom-house permit of embarkation, hey? Can you? No. Then the silver has been removed illegally, and the guilty shall be made to suffer unless it is produced within five days from this." He gave orders for the prisoner to be unbound and locked up in one of the smaller rooms down-stairs. He walked about the room, moody and silent, till Captain Mitchell, with each of his arms held by a couple of men, stood up, shook himself, and stamped his feet.
"How did you like to be tied up, Mitchell?" he asked, derisively.
"It is the most incredible, abominable use of power," Captain Mitchell declared, in a loud voice. "And whatever your purpose, you shall gain nothing from it, I can promise you."
The tall colonel, livid, with his coal-black ringlets and mustache, crouched, as it were, to look into the eyes of the short, thick-set, red-faced prisoner with rumpled white hair.
"That we shall see. You shall know my power a little better when I tie you up to a potalon outside in the sun for a whole day." He drew himself up haugh-
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