Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard
such a treasure can be buried without leaving traces of the work—eh, Señor Doctor? Why, you would not gain half a day more before having your throat cut by Sotillo. The Isabel! What stupidity! What miserable invention. Ah! you are all alike, you fine men of intelligence. All you are fit for is to betray men of the people into undertaking deadly risks for objects that you are not even sure about. If it comes off you get the benefit. If not, then it does not matter. He is only a dog. Ah! Madre de Dios, I would—" He shook his fists above his head.
The doctor was overwhelmed at first by this fierce, hissing vehemence.
"Well, it seems to me on your own showing that the men of the people are no mean fools too," he said, sullenly. "No, but come. You are so clever. Have you a better place?"
Nostromo had calmed down as quickly as he had flared up.
"I am clever enough for that," he said, quietly, almost with indifference. "You want to tell him of a hiding-place vast enough to take days in ransacking—a place where a treasure of silver ingots can be buried without leaving a sign on the surface."
"And close at hand," the doctor put in.
"Just so, señor. Tell him it is sunk."
"This has the merit of being the truth," the doctor said, contemptuously. "He will not believe it."
"You tell him that it is sunk where he may hope to lay his hands on it, and he will believe you quick enough. Tell him it has been sunk in the harbor in order to be recovered afterwards by divers. Tell him
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