Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard
a miracle in the heart of a most merciless robber. A miracle!"
She raised her voice gradually up to a scream as she was borne along by the pressure of people getting out of the way of some carts coming up out of the ford at a gallop, with loud yells and cracking of whips. Great masses of sparks mingled with black smoke flew over the road; the bamboos of the walls detonated in the fire with the sound of an irregular fusillade. And then the bright blaze sank suddenly, leaving only i dusk crowded with aimless dark shadows drifting in contrary directions; the noise of voices seemed to die away with the flame; and the tumult of heads, arms, quarrelling and imprecations passed on fleeing into the darkness.
"I must leave you now," repeated Charles Gould to Antonia. She turned her head slowly and uncovered her face. The emissary and compadre of Hernandez pushed his horse close up.
"Has not the master of the mine any message to send to Hernandez, the master of the Campo?"
The truth of the comparison struck Charles Gould heavily. In his determined purpose he held the mine, and the indomitable bandit held the Campo by the same precarious tenure. They were equals before the lawlessness of the land. It was impossible to disentangle one's activity from its debasing contacts. A those-meshed net of crime and corruption lay upon whole country. An immense and weary discouragement sealed his lips for a time.
"You are a just man," urged the emissary of Hernandez. "Look at those people who made my
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