Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard
schooner for sale, and Mrs. Gould and I put our heads
together to get her bought and presented to him. It
was done, but he paid all the price back within the
next three years. Business was booming all along this
seabpard, sir. Moreover, that man always succeeded
in everything except in saving the silver. Poor Doña
Antonia, fresh from her terrible experiences in the
woods of Los Matos, had an interview with him, too.
Wanted to hear about Decoud: what they said, what
they did, what they thought up to the last on that
fatal night. Mrs. Gould told me his manner was perfect for quietness and sympathy. Miss Avellanos
burst into tears only when he told her how Decoud
had happened to say that his plan would be a glorious success….And there's no doubt, sir, that it is.
It is a success.
The cycle was about to close at last. And while the privileged passenger, shivering with the pleasant anticipations of his berth, forgot to ask himself, "What on earth Decoud's plan could be?" Captain Mitchell was saying, "Sorry we must part so soon. Your intelligent interest made this a pleasant day to me. I shall see you now on board. You had a glimpse of the 'Treasure House of the World. A very good name that." And the cockswain's voice at the door, announcing that the gig was ready, closed the cycle.
Nostromo had, indeed, found the lighter's boat, which he had left on the Great Isabel with Decoud, floating empty far out in the gulf. He was then on the bridge of the first of Barrios's transports, and within an hour's steaming from Sulaco. Barrios, always delighted with a feat of daring and a good judge of courage, had
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