第15章

类别:其他 作者:Clive Cussler (作者), Justin Sco字数:5118更新时间:18/12/22 09:08:35
Weweredistinguishedundertherosebythenoticeofotherandgreatermen。ThereweredayswhenJimworeanairofunusualcapacityandresolve,spokewithmorebrevitylikeonepressedfortime,andtookoftenonhistonguesuchphrasesas“Longhursttoldmesothismorning。”or“IhaditstraightfromLonghursthimself。”Itwasnowonder,Iusedtothink,thatPinkertonwascalledtocouncilwithsuchTitans;forthecreature’squicknessandresourcewerebeyondpraise。Intheearlydayswhenheconsultedmewithoutreserve,pacingtheroom,projecting,ciphering,extendinghypotheticalinterests,treblingimaginarycapital,his“engine“(torenewanexcellentoldword)labouringfullsteamahead,Icouldneverdecidewhethermysenseofrespectorentertainmentwerethestronger。 Butthesegoodhoursweredestinedtocurtailment。 “Yes,it’ssmartenough。”Ionceobserved。“But,Pinkerton,doyouthinkit’shonest?” “Youdon’tthinkit’shonest!”hewailed。“Odearme,thateverI shouldhaveheardsuchanexpressiononyourlips!” Atsightofhisdistress,IplagiarisedunblushinglyfromMyner。 “YouseemtothinkhonestyassimpleasBlindMan’sBuff。” saidI。“It’samoredelicateaffairthanthat:delicateasanyart。” “Owell!atthatrate!”heexclaimed,withcompleterelief。 “That’scasuistry。” “Iamperfectlycertainofonething:thatwhatyouproposeisdishonest。”Ireturned。 “Well,saynomoreaboutit。That’ssettled。”hereplied。 Thus,almostataword,mypointwascarried。Butthetroublewasthatsuchdifferencescontinuedtorecur,untilwebegantoregardeachotherwithalarm。IftherewereonethingPinkertonvaluedhimselfupon,itwashishonesty;iftherewereonethingheclungto,itwasmygoodopinion;andwhenbothwereinvolved,aswasthecaseinthesecommercialcruces,themanwasontherack。Myownposition,ifyouconsiderhowmuchI owedhim,howhatefulisthetradeoffault-finder,andthatyetI livedandfattenedonthesequestionableoperations,wasperhapsequallydistressing。IfIhadbeenmoresterlingormorecombativethingsmighthavegoneextremelyfar。But,intruth,Iwasjustbaseenoughtoprofitbywhatwasnotforcedonmyattention,ratherthanseekscenes:Pinkertonquitecunningenoughtoavailhimselfofmyweakness;anditwasarelieftobothwhenhebegantoinvolvehisproceedingsinadecentmystery。 Ourlastdispute,whichhadamostunlooked-forconsequence,turnedontherefittingofcondemnedships。Hehadboughtamiserablehulk,andcame,rubbinghishands,toinformmeshewasalreadyontheslip,underanewname,toberepaired。 WhenfirstIhadheardofthisindustryIsupposeIscarcelycomprehended;butmuchdiscussionhadsharpenedmyfaculties,andnowmybrowbecameheavy。 “Icanbenopartytothat,Pinkerton。”saidI。 Heleapedlikeamanshot。“Whatnext?”hecried。“Whatailsyou,anyway?Youseemtometodislikeeverythingthat’sprofitable。” “ThisshiphasbeencondemnedbyLloyd’sagent。”saidI。 “ButItellyouit’sadeal。Theship’sinsplendidcondition; there’snexttonothingwrongwithherbutthegarboardstreakandthesternpost。ItellyouLloyd’sisaringlikeeverybodyelse;onlyit’sanEnglishring,andthat’swhatdeceivesyou。IfitwasAmerican,youwouldbecryingitdownallday。It’sAnglomania,commonAnglomania。”hecried,withgrowingirritation。 “Iwillnotmakemoneybyriskingmen’slives。”wasmyultimatum。 “GreatCaesar!isn’tallspeculationarisk?Isn’tthefairestkindofshipowningtoriskmen’slives?Andmining——how’sthatforrisk?Andlookattheelevatorbusiness——there’sdanger,ifyoulike!Didn’tItakemyriskwhenIboughther?Shemighthavebeentoofargone;andwherewouldIhavebeen?Loudon。”hecried,“Itellyouthetruth:you’retoofullofrefinementforthisworld!” “Icondemnyououtofyourownlips。”Ireplied。“’Thefairestkindofshipowning,’saysyou。Ifyouplease,letusonlydothefairestkindofbusiness。” Theshottold;theIrrepressiblewassilenced;andIprofitedbythechancetopourinabroadsideofanothersort。Hewasallsunkinmoney-getting,Ipointedout;heneverdreamedofanythingbutdollars。Wherewereallhisgenerous,progressivesentiments?Wherewashisculture?Iasked。AndwherewastheAmericanType? “It’strue,Loudon。”hecried,stridingupanddowntheroom,andwildlyscouringathishair。“You’reperfectlyright。I’mbecomingmaterialised。O,whatathingtohavetosay,whataconfessiontomake!Materialised!Me!Loudon,thismustgoonnolonger。You’vebeenaloyalfriendtomeoncemore;givemeyourhand!——you’vesavedmeagain。Imustdosomethingtorousethespiritualside;somethingdesperate;studysomething,somethingdryandtough。Whatshallitbe?Theology? Algebra?What’sAlgebra?” “It’sdryandtoughenough。”saidI;“asquared+2ab+bsquared。” “It’sstimulating,though?”heinquired。 ItoldhimIbelievedso,andthatitwasconsideredfortifyingtoTypes。 “Thenthat’sthethingforme。I’llstudyAlgebra。”heconcluded。 Thenextday,byapplicationtooneofhistype-writingwomen,hegotwordofayounglady,oneMissMamieMcBride,whowaswillingandabletoconducthiminthesebloomlessmeadows;and,hercircumstancesbeinglean,andtermsconsequentlymoderate,heandMamieweresooninagreementfortwolessonsintheweek。Hetookfirewithunexampledrapidity;heseemedunabletotearhimselfawayfromthesymbolicart;anhour’slessonoccupiedthewholeevening;andtheoriginaltwowassoonincreasedtofour,andthentofive。I badehimbewareoffemaleblandishments。“Thefirstthingyouknow,you’llbefallinginlovewiththealgebraist。”saidI。 “Don’tsayiteveninjest。”hecried。“She’saladyIrevere。I couldnomorelayahanduponherthanIcoulduponaspirit。 Loudon,Idon’tbelieveGodevermadeapurer-mindedwoman。” Whichappearedtometooferventtobereassuring。 MeanwhileIhadbeenlongexpostulatingwithmyfrienduponadifferentmatter。“I’mthefifthwheel。”Ikepttellinghim。 “ForanyuseIam,ImightaswellbeinSenegambia。Thelettersyougivemetoattendtomightbeansweredbyasuckingchild。AndItellyouwhatitis,Pinkerton:eitheryou’vegottofindmesomeemployment,orI’llhavetostartinandfinditformyself。” ThisIsaidwithacornerofmyeyeintheusualquarter,towardthearts,littledreamingwhatdestinywastoprovide。 “I’vegotit,Loudon。”Pinkertonatlastreplied。“GottheideaonthePotrerocars。FoundIhadn’tapencil,borrowedonefromtheconductor,andfiguredonitroughlyallthewayintown。I sawitwasthethingatlast;givesyouarealshow。Allyourtalentsandaccomplishmentscomein。Here’sasketchadvertisement。Justrunyoureyeoverit。“Sun,Ozone,andMusic!PINKERTON’SHEBDOMADARYPICNICS!” (That’sagood,catchingphrase,“hebdomadary。”thoughit’shardtosay。ImadeanoteofitwhenIwaslookinginthedictionaryhowtospellhectagonal。’Well,you’reabossword,’ Isaid。’Beforeyou’reverymucholder,I’llhaveyouintypeaslongasyourself。’Andhereitis,yousee。)’Fivedollarsahead,andladiesfree。MONSTEROLIOOFATTRACTIONS。’ (Howdoesthatstrikeyou?)’Freeluncheonunderthegreenwoodtree。Danceontheelasticsward。HomeagainintheBrightEveningHours。ManagerandHonorarySteward,H。 LoudonDodd,Esq。,thewell-knownconnoisseur。’“ SingularhowamanrunsfromScyllatoCharybdis!IwassointentonsecuringthedisappearanceofasingleepithetthatI acceptedtherestoftheadvertisementandallthatitinvolvedwithoutdiscussion。Soitbefellthatthewords“well-knownconnoisseur“weredeleted;butthatH。LoudonDoddbecamemanagerandhonorarystewardofPinkerton’sHebdomadaryPicnics,soonshortened,bypopularconsent,totheDromedary。 Byeighto’clock,anySundaymorning,Iwastobeobservedbyanadmiringpubliconthewharf。Thegarbandattributesofsacrificeconsistedofablackfrockcoat,rosetted,itspocketsbulgingwithsweetmeatsandinferiorcigars,trousersoflightblue,asilkhatlikeareflector,andavarnishedwand。A goodlysteamerguardedmyoneflank,pantingandthrobbing,flagsflutteringforeandaftofher,illustrativeoftheDromedaryandpatriotism。Myotherflankwascoveredbytheticket- office,stronglyheldbyatrustycharacteroftheScotspersuasion,rosettedlikehissuperiorandsmokingacigartomarktheoccasionfestive。Athalf-past,havingassuredmyselfthatallwaswellwiththefreeluncheons,Ilitacigarmyself,andawaitedthestrainsofthe“PioneerBand。”Ihadnevertowaitlong——theywereGermanandpunctual——andbyafewminutesafterthehalf-hour,Iwouldhearthemboomingdownstreetwithalongmilitaryrollofdrums,somescoreofgratuitousassesprancingattheheadinbearskinhatsandbuckskinaprons,andconspicuouswithresplendentaxes。Theband,ofcourse,wepaidfor;butsostrongistheSanFranciscanpassionforpublicmasquerade,thattheasses(asI say)wereallgratuitous,prancedfortheloveofit,andcostusnothingbuttheirluncheon。 Themusiciansformedupinthebowsofmysteamer,andstruckintoaskittishpolka;theassesmountedguarduponthegangwayandtheticket-office;andpresentlyafter,infamilypartiesoffather,mother,andchildren,intheformofduplicateloversorinthatofsolitaryyouth,thepublicbegantodescenduponusbythecarfulatatime;fourtosixhundredperhaps,withastrongGermanflavour,andallmerryaschildren。Whenthesehadbeenshepherdedonboard,andtheinevitablebelatedtwoorthreehadgainedthedeckamidstthecheeringofthepublic,thehawserwascastoff,andweplungedintothebay。 Andnowbeholdthehonorarystewardinhourofdutyandglory;seemecirculateamidcrowd,radiatingaffabilityandlaughter,liberalwithmysweetmeatsandcigars。Isayunblushingthingstohobbledehoygirls,tellshyyoungpersonsthisisthemarriedpeople’sboat,roguishlyasktheabstractediftheyarethinkingoftheirsweethearts,offerPaterfamiliasacigar,amstruckwiththebeautyandgrowcuriousabouttheageofmamma’syoungestwho(Iassurehergaily)willbeamanbeforehismother;orperhapsitmayoccurtome,fromthesensibleexpressionofherface,thatsheisapersonofgoodcounsel,andIaskherearnestlyifsheknowsanyparticularlypleasantplaceontheSaucelitoorSanRafaelcoast,forthesceneofourpicnicisalwayssupposedtobeuncertain。ThenextmomentIambackatmygiddybadinagewiththeyoungladies,wakeninglaughterasIgo,andleavinginmywakeapplausivecommentsof“Isn’tMr。Doddafunnygentleman?” and“O,Ithinkhe’sjusttoonice!” Anhourhavingpassedinthisairymanner,Istartuponmyroundsafresh,withabagfullofcolouredtickets,allwithpinsattached,andallwithlegibleinscriptions:“OldGermany。” “California。”“TrueLove。”“OldFogies。”“LaBelleFrance。” “GreenErin。”“TheLandofCakes。”“Washington。”“BlueJay。” “RobinRed-Breast。”——twentyofeachdenomination;forwhenitcomestotheluncheon,wesitdownbytwenties。Thesearedistributedwithanxioustact——for,indeed,thisisthemostdelicatepartofmyfunctions——butoutwardlywithrecklessunconcern,amidstthegayestflutterandconfusion;andareimmediatelyaftersporteduponhatsandbonnets,totheextremediffusionofcordiality,totalstrangershailingeachotherby“thenumberoftheirmess“——sowehumorouslynameit——andthedeckringingwithcriesof,“Here,allBlueJaystotherescue!”or,“Isay,amIaloneinthisblame’ship?Ain’ttherenomoreCalifornians?”