ESTEBAN
kitchen where Esteban was eating the boy drew his chair farther into the shadow, but at a distance, he was glad. The Captain gave no sign of recognizing or even of seeing him until he had finished his meal. Esteban had finished long before, but not wishing to be spoken to, waited until the Captain should have left the cave. At last the Captain walked over to him and said:
“You are Esteban or Manuel. You helped me once with some unloading. I am Captain Alvarado.”
“Yes,” said Esteban.
“How are you?”
Esteban muttered something.
“I am looking for some strong fellows to go on my next trip with me.” Pause. “Would you like to come?” Longer pause. “England. And Russia. . . . Hard work. Good wages. . . . A long way from Peru.—Well?”
Apparently Esteban had not been listening. He sat with his eyes on the table. At last the
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