第34章

类别:其他 作者:Clive Cussler (作者), Justin Sco字数:5259更新时间:18/12/22 09:08:35
andifthingswentwellwithus,wemightrealisefifteenpercentofthefirstoutlay。Wewerenotmerelybankrupt,wewerecomicbankrupts:afairbuttforjeeringinthestreets。IhopeI boretheblowwithagoodcountenance;indeed,mymindhadlongbeenquitemadeup,andsincethedaywefoundtheopiumIhadknowntheresult。ButthethoughtofJimandMamieachedinmelikeaphysicalpain,andIshrankfromspeechandcompanionship。 Iwasinthisframeofmindwhenthecaptainproposedthatweshouldlandupontheisland。Isawhehadsomethingtosay,andonlyfeareditmightbeconsolation;forIcouldjustbearmygrief,notbunglingsympathy;andyetIhadnochoicebuttoaccedetohisproposal。 Wewalkedawhilealongthebeachinsilence。Thesunoverheadreverberatedraysofheat;thestaringsand,theglaringlagoon,torturedoureyes;andthebirdsandtheboomofthefar-awaybreakersmadeasavagesymphony。 “Idon’trequiretotellyouthegame’sup?”Naresasked。 “No。”saidI。 “Iwasthinkingofgettingtoseato-morrow。”hepursued。 “Thebestthingyoucando。”saidI。 “ShallwesayHonolulu?”heinquired。 “O,yes;let’ssticktotheprogramme。”Icried。“Honolulubeit!” Therewasanothersilence,andthenNaresclearedhisthroat。 “We’vebeenprettygoodfriends,youandme,Mr。Dodd。”heresumed。“We’vebeengoingthroughthekindofthingthattriesaman。We’vehadthehardestkindofwork,we’vebeenbadlybacked,andnowwe’rebadlybeaten。Andwe’vefetchedthroughwithoutawordofdisagreement。Idon’tsaythistopraisemyself:it’smytrade;it’swhatI’mpaidfor,andtrainedfor,andbroughtupto。Butitwasanotherthingforyou;itwasallnewtoyou;anditdidmegoodtoseeyoustandrightuptoitandswingrightintoit,dayin,dayout。Andthenseehowyou’vetakenthisdisappointment,wheneverybodyknowsyoumusthavebeentauteneduptoshying-point!Iwishyou’dletmetellyou,Mr。Dodd,thatyou’vestoodoutmightymanlyandhandsomelyinallthisbusiness,andmadeeveryonelikeyouandadmireyou。AndIwishyou’dletmetellyou,besides,thatI’vetakenthiswreckbusinessasmuchtoheartasyouhave; somethingkindofrisesinmythroatwhenIthinkwe’rebeaten; andifIthoughtwaitingwoulddoit,Iwouldstickonthisreefuntilwestarved。” Itriedinvaintothankhimforthesegenerouswords,buthewasbeforehandwithmeinamoment。 “Ididn’tbringyouashoretosoundmypraises。”heinterrupted。 “Weunderstandoneanothernow,that’sall;andIguessyoucantrustme。WhatIwishedtospeakaboutismoreimportant,andit’sgottobefaced。WhatarewetodoabouttheFlyingScudandthedimenovel?” “Ireallyhavethoughtnothingaboutthat。”Ireplied。“ButI expectImeantogetatthebottomofit;andifthebogusCaptainTrentistobefoundontheearth’ssurface,IguessI meantofindhim。” “Allyou’vegottodoistalk。”saidNares;“youcanmakethebiggestkindofboom;itisn’toftenthereportershaveachanceatsuchayarnasthis;andIcantellyouhowitwillgo。Itwillgobytelegraph,Mr。Dodd;it’llbetelegraphedbythecolumn,andhead-lined,andfrothedup,anddeniedbyauthority,andit’llhitbogusCaptainTrentinaMexicanbar-room,andknockoverbogusGoddedaalinaslumsomewhereuptheBaltic,andbowldownHardyandBrowninsailors’musichallsroundGreenock。O,there’snodoubtyoucanhavearegulardomesticJudgmentDay。Theonlypointiswhetheryoudeliberatelywantto。” “Well。”saidI,“Ideliberatelydon’twantonething:I deliberatelydon’twanttomakeapublicexhibitionofmyselfandPinkerton:somoral——smugglingopium;suchdamnedfools——payingfiftythousandfora’deadhorse’!” “Nodoubtitmightdamageyouinabusinesssense。”thecaptainagreed。“AndI’mpleasedyoutakethatview;forI’veturnedkindofsoftuponthejob。There’sbeensomecrookednessabout,nodoubtofit;but,Lawblessyou!ifwedroppeduponthetroupe,allthepremierartistswouldsliprightoutwiththeboodleintheirgrip-sacks,andyou’donlycollaralotofoldmutton-headedshell-backsthatdidn’tknowthebackofthebusinessfromthefront。Idon’ttakemuchstockinMercantileJack,youknowthat;but,poordevil,he’sgottogowherehe’stold;andifyoumaketrouble,tentooneit’llmakeyousicktoseetheinnocentswhohavetostandtheracket。Itwouldbedifferentifweunderstoodtheoperation;butwedon’t,yousee:there’salotofqueercornersinlife;andmyvoteistolettheblame’thinglie。” “Youspeakasifwehadthatinourpower。”Iobjected。 “Andsowehave。”saidhe。 “Whataboutthemen?”Iasked。“Theyknowtoomuchbyhalf; andyoucan’tkeepthemfromtalking。” “Can’tI?”returnedNares。“Ibetaboarding-mastercan!Theycanbeallhalf-seas-over,whentheygetashore,blinddrunkbydark,andcruisingoutoftheGoldenGateindifferentdeep-seashipsbythenextmorning。Can’tkeepthemfromtalking,can’tI?Well,Icanmake’emtalkseparate,leastways。Ifawholecrewcametalking,partieswouldlisten;butifit’sonlyoneloneoldshell-back,it’stheusualyarn。Andatleast,theyneedn’ttalkbeforesixmonths,or——ifwehaveluck,andthere’sawhalerhandy——threeyears。Andbythattime,Mr。Dodd,it’sancienthistory。” “That’swhattheycallShanghaiing,isn’tit?”Iasked。“I thoughtitbelongedtothedimenovel。” “O,dimenovelsarerightenough。”returnedthecaptain。 “Nothingwrongwiththedimenovel,onlythatthingshappenthickerthantheydoinlife,andthepracticalseamanshipisoff- colour。” “Sowecankeepthebusinesstoourselves。”Imused。 “There’soneotherpersonthatmightblab。”saidthecaptain。 “ThoughIdon’tbelieveshehasanythinglefttotell。” “AndwhoisSHE?”Iasked。 “Theoldgirlthere。”heanswered,pointingtothewreck。“I knowthere’snothinginher;butsomehowI’mafraidofsomeoneelse——it’sthelastthingyou’dexpect,soit’sjustthefirstthat’llhappen——someonedroppingintothisGod-forgottenislandwherenobodydropsin,waltzingintothatwreckthatwe’vegrownoldwithsearching,stoopingstraightdown,andpickingrightuptheverythingthattellsthestory。What’sthattome?youmayask,andwhyamIgoneSoftTommyonthisMuseumofCrooks?They’vesmashedupyouandMr。 Pinkerton;they’veturnedmyhairgreywithconundrums; they’vebeenuptolarks,nodoubt;andthat’sallIknowofthem——yousay。Well,andthat’sjustwhereitis。Idon’tknowenough;Idon’tknowwhat’suppermost;it’sjustsuchalotofmiscellaneouseventualitiesasIdon’tcaretogostirringup;andIaskyoutoletmedealwiththeoldgirlafterapatentofmyown。” “Certainly——whatyouplease。”saidI,scarcewithattention,foranewthoughtnowoccupiedmybrain。“Captain。”Ibrokeout,“youarewrong:wecannothushthisup。Thereisonethingyouhaveforgotten。” “Whatisthat?”heasked。 “AbogusCaptainTrent,abogusGoddedaal,awholeboguscrew,haveallstartedhome。”saidI。“Ifweareright,notoneofthemwillreachhisjourney’send。Anddoyoumeantosaythatsuchacircumstanceasthatcanpasswithoutremark?” “Sailors。”saidthecaptain,“onlysailors!Iftheywereallboundforoneplace,inabody,Idon’tsayso;butthey’reallgoingseparate——toHull,toSweden,totheClyde,totheThames。 Well,ateachplace,whatisit?Nothingnew。Onlyonesailormanmissing:gotdrunk,orgotdrowned,orgotleft:thepropersailor’send。” Somethingbitterinthethoughtandinthespeaker’stonesstruckmehard。“Hereisonethathasgotleft!”Icried,gettingsharplytomyfeet;forwehadbeensometimeseated。“Iwishitweretheother。Idon’t——don’trelishgoinghometoJimwiththis!” “Seehere。”saidNares,withreadytact,“Imustbegettingaboard。Johnson’sinthebrigannexingchandleryandcanvas,andthere’ssomethingsintheNorahthatwantfixingagainstwegotosea。Wouldyouliketobelefthereinthechicken- ranch?I’llsendforyoutosupper。” Iembracedtheproposalwithdelight。Solitude,inmyframeofmind,wasnottoodearlypurchasedattheriskofsunstrokeorsand-blindness;andsoonIwasaloneontheill-omenedislet。I shouldfindithardtotellofwhatIthought——ofJim,ofMamie,ofourlostfortune,ofmylosthopes,ofthedoombeforeme:toturntoatsomemechanicaloccupationinsomesubalternrank,andtotoilthere,unremarkedandunamused,untilthehourofthelastdeliverance。Iwas,atleast,sosunkinsadnessthatI scarceremarkedwhereIwasgoing;andchance(orsomefinersensethatlivesinus,andonlyguidesuswhenthemindisinabeyance)conductedmystepsintoaquarteroftheislandwherethebirdswerefew。Bysomedeviousroute,whichIwasunabletoretraceformyreturn,Iwasthusabletomount,withoutinterruption,tothehighestpointofland。AndhereI wasrecalledtoconsciousnessbyalastdiscovery。 ThespotonwhichIstoodwaslevel,andcommandedawideviewofthelagoon,theboundingreef,theroundhorizon。 NearerhandIsawthesisterislet,thewreck,theNorahCreina,andtheNorah’sboatalreadymovingshoreward。Forthesunwasnowlow,flamingonthesea’sverge;andthegalleychimneysmokedonboardtheschooner。 Itthusbefellthatthoughmydiscoverywasbothaffectingandsuggestive,Ihadnoleisuretoexaminefurther。WhatIsawwastheblackenedembersoffireofwreck。Byallthesigns,itmusthaveblazedtoagoodheightandburnedfordays;fromthescantlingofasparthatlayuponthemarginonlyhalfconsumed,itmusthavebeentheworkofmorethanone;andI receivedatoncetheimageofaforlorntroopofcastaways,houselessinthatlostcorneroftheearth,andfeedingtheretheirfireofsignal。Thenextmomentahailreachedmefromtheboat;andburstingthroughthebushesandtherisingsea-fowl,I saidfarewell(Itrustforever)tothatdesertisle。 ThelastnightatMidway,Ihadlittlesleep;thenextmorning,afterthesunwasrisen,andtheclatterofdeparturehadbeguntoreignondeck,Ilayalongwhiledozing;andwhenatlastI steppedfromthecompanion,theschoonerwasalreadyleapingthroughthepassintotheopensea。Closeonherboard,thehugescrollofabreakerunfurleditselfalongthereefwithaprodigiousclamour;andbehindIsawthewreckvomitingintothemorningairacoilofsmoke。Thewreathsalreadyblewoutfartoleeward,flamesalreadyglitteredinthecabinskylight; andthesea-fowlwerescatteredinsurpriseaswideasthelagoon。Aswedrewfartheroff,theconflagrationoftheFlyingScudflamedhigher;andlongafterwehaddroppedallsignsofMidwayIsland,thesmokestillhunginthehorizonlikethatofadistantsteamer。Withthefadingoutofthatlastvestige,theNorahCreina,passedagainintotheemptyworldofcloudandwaterbywhichshehadapproached;andthenextfeaturesthatappeared,elevendayslater,tobreakthelineofsky,werethearidmountainsofOahu。 Ithasoftensincebeenacomfortablethoughttomethatwehadthusdestroyedthetell-taleremnantsoftheFlyingScud;andoftenastrangeonethatmylastsightandreminiscenceofthatfatalshipshouldbeapillarofsmokeonthehorizon。Tosomanyothersbesidesmyselfthesameappearancehadplayedapartinthevariousstagesofthatbusiness:luringsometowhattheylittleimagined,fillingsomewithunimaginableterrors。 Butourswasthelastsmokeraisedinthestory;andwithitsdyingawaythesecretoftheFlyingScudbecameaprivateproperty。 Itwasbythefirstlightofdawnthatwesaw,closeonboard,themetropolitanislandofHawaii。Weheldalongthecoast,asnearaswecouldventure,withafreshbreezeandunderanuncloudedheaven;beholding,aswewent,thearidmountainsidesandscrubbycocoa-palmsofthatsomewhatmelancholyarchipelago。AboutfouroftheafternoonweturnedWaimanoloPoint,thewesterlyheadlandofthegreatbightofHonolulu; showedourselvesfortwentyminutesinfullview;andthenfellagaintoleeward,andputintherestofdaylight,plyingundershortenedsailundertheleeofWaimanolo。