第48章

类别:其他 作者:Clive Cussler (作者), Justin Sco字数:5584更新时间:18/12/22 09:08:35
Somefiftyyardsaway,intheextremeangleofthegrass,apartyofthechronicallyunemployedhadgotholdofadog,whomtheyweretorturinginamannernottobedescribed。TheheartofNorris,whichhadgrownindifferenttothecriesofhumanangerordistress,wokeattheappealofthedumbcreature。HeranamongsttheLarrikins,scatteredthem,rescuedthedog,andstoodatbay。Theyweresixinnumber,shamblinggallowsbirds;butforoncetheproverbwasright,crueltywascoupledwithcowardice,andthewretchescursedhimandmadeoff。Itchancedthatthisactofprowesshadnotpassedunwitnessed。Onabenchnearbytherewasseatedashopkeeper’sassistantoutofemploy,adiminutive,cheerful,red-headedcreaturebythenameofHemstead。Hewasthelastmantohaveinterferedhimself,forhisdiscretionmorethanequalledhisvalour;buthemadehastetocongratulateCarthew,andtowarnhimhemightnotalwaysbesofortunate。 “They’readyngerouslotofpeopleaboutthispark。Myword!itdoesn’tdotoplywiththem!”heobserved,inthatRYCY AUSTRYLIANEnglish,which(asithasreceivedtheimprimaturofMr。Froude)weshouldallmakehastetoimitate。 “Why,I’moneofthatlotmyself。”returnedCarthew。 Hemsteadlaughedandremarkedthatheknewagentlemanwhenhesawone。 “Forallthat,Iamsimplyoneoftheunemployed。”saidCarthew,seatinghimselfbesidehisnewacquaintance,ashehadsat(sincethisexperiencebegan)besidesomanydozenothers。 “I’moutofaplycemyself。”saidHemstead。 “Youbeatmeallthewayandback。”saysCarthew。“MytroubleisthatIhaveneverbeeninone。” “Isupposeyou’venotryde?”askedHemstead。 “Iknowhowtospendmoney。”repliedCarthew,“andIreallydoknowsomethingofhorsesandsomethingofthesea。Buttheunionsheadmeoff;ifitweren’tforthem,Imighthavehadadozenberths。” “Myword!”criedthesympatheticlistener。“Evertrythemountedpolice?”heinquired。 “Idid,andwasbowledout。”wasthereply;“couldn’tpassthedoctors。” “Well,whatdoyouthinkoftheryleways,then?”askedHemstead。 “WhatdoYOUthinkofthem,ifyoucometothat?”askedCarthew。 “O,_I_don’tthinkofthem;Idon’tgoinformanuallabour。” saidthelittlemanproudly。“Butifamandon’tmindthat,he’sprettysureofajobthere。” “ByGeorge,youtellmewheretogo!”criedCarthew,rising。 Theheavyrainscontinued,thecountrywasalreadyoverrunwithfloods;therailwaysystemdailyrequiredmorehands,dailythesuperintendentadvertised;but“theunemployed“ preferredtheresourcesofcharityandrapine,andanavvy,evenanamateurnavvy,commandedmoneyinthemarket。Thesamenight,afteratediousjourney,andachangeoftrainstopassalandslip,NorrisfoundhimselfinamuddycuttingbehindSouthClifton,attackinghisfirstshiftofmanuallabour。 Forweekstherainscarcerelented。Thewholefrontofthemountainslippedseawardfromabove,avalanchesofclay,rock,anduprootedforestspewedoverthecliffsandfelluponthebeachorinthebreakers。Houseswerecarriedbodilyawayandsmashedlikenuts;othersweremenacedanddeserted,thedoorlocked,thechimneycold,thedwellersfledelsewhereforsafety。Nightanddaythefireblazedintheencampment;nightanddayhotcoffeewasservedtotheoverdriventoilersintheshift;nightanddaytheengineerofthesectionmadehisroundswithwordsofencouragement,heartyandroughandwellsuitedtohismen。Nightandday,too,thetelegraphclickedwithdisastrousnewsandanxiousinquiry。Alongtheterracedlineofrail,raretrainscamecreepingandsignalling;andpausedatthethreatenedcorner,likelivingthingsconsciousofperil。Thecommandantofthepostwouldhastilyreviewhislabours,make(withadrythroat)thesignaltoadvance;andthewholesquadlinethewayandlookoninachokingsilence,orburstintoabriefcheerasthetrainclearedthepointofdangerandshoton,perhapsthroughthethinsunshinebetweensqualls,perhapswithblinkinglampsintothegathering,rainytwilight。 OnesuchsceneCarthewwillremembertillhedies。Itblewgreatgunsfromtheseaward;ahugesurfbombarded,fivehundredfeetbelowhim,thesteepmountain’sfoot;closeinwasavesselindistress,firingshotsfromafowling-piece,ifanyhelpmightcome。Sohesawandheardherthemomentbeforethetrainappearedandpaused,throwingupaBabyloniantowerofsmokeintotherain,andoppressingmen’sheartswiththescreamofherwhistle。Theengineerwastherehimself;hepaledashemadethesignal:theenginecameatafoot’space; butthewholebulkofmountainshookandseemedtonodseaward,andthewatchingnavviesinstinctivelyclutchedatshrubsandtrees:vainprecautions,vainastheshotsfromthepoorsailors。Onceagainfearwasdisappointed;thetrainpassedunscathed;andNorris,drawingalongbreath,rememberedthelabouringshipandglancedbelow。Shewasgone。 Sothedaysandthenightspassed:HomericlabourinHomericcircumstance。Carthewwassickwithsleeplessnessandcoffee; hishands,softenedbythewet,werecuttoribbons;yetheenjoyedapeaceofmindandhealthofbodyhithertounknown。 Plentyofopenair,plentyofphysicalexertion,acontinualinstancyoftoil;herewaswhathadbeenhithertolackinginthatmisdirectedlife,andthetruecureofvitalscepticism。Togetthetrainthrough:therewastherecurrentproblem;notimeremainedtoaskifitwerenecessary。Carthew,theidler,thespendthrift,thedriftingdilettant,wassoonremarked,praised,andadvanced。Theengineersworebyhimandpointedhimoutforanexample。“I’veanewchum,uphere。”Norrisoverheardhimsaying,“ayoungswell。He’sworthanytwointhesquad。” Thewordsfellontheearsofthediscardedsonlikemusic;andfromthatmoment,henotonlyfoundaninterest,hetookapride,inhisplebeiantasks。 Thepressofworkwasstillatitshighestwhenquarter-dayapproached。Norriswasnowraisedtoapositionofsometrust; athisdiscretion,trainswerestoppedorforwardedatthedangerouscornicenearNorthClifton;andhefoundinthisresponsibilitybothterroranddelight。Thethoughtoftheseventy-fivepoundsthatwouldsoonawaithimatthelawyer’s,andofhisownobligationtobepresenteveryquarter-dayinSydney,filledhimforalittlewithdividedcouncils。Thenhemadeuphismind,walkedinaslackmomenttotheinnatClifton,orderedasheetofpaperandabottleofbeer,andwrote,explainingthatheheldagoodappointmentwhichhewouldloseifhecametoSydney,andaskingthelawyertoacceptthisletterasanevidenceofhispresenceinthecolony,andretainthemoneytillnextquarter-day。Theanswercameincourseofpost,andwasnotmerelyfavourablebutcordial。“Althoughwhatyouproposeiscontrarytothetermsofmyinstructions。”itran,“Iwillinglyaccepttheresponsibilityofgrantingyourrequest。IshouldsayIamagreeablydisappointedinyourbehaviour。Myexperiencehasnotledmetofoundmuchexpectationsongentlemeninyourposition。” Therainsabated,andthetemporarylabourwasdischarged;notNorris,towhomtheengineerclungastofoundmoney;notNorris,whofoundhimselfagangeronthelineintheregularstaffofnavvies。Hiscampwaspitchedinagreywildernessofrockandforest,farfromanyhouse;ashesatwithhismatesabouttheeveningfire,thetrainspassingonthetrackweretheirnextandindeedtheironlyneighbours,exceptthewildthingsofthewood。Lovelyweather,lightandmonotonousemployment,longhoursofsomnolentcamp-firetalk,longsleeplessnights,whenhereviewedhisfoolishandfruitlesscareerasheroseandwalkedinthemoonlitforest,anoccasionalpaperofwhichhewouldreadall,theadvertisementswithasmuchrelishasthetext:suchwasthetenorofanexistencewhichsoonbegantowearyandharasshim。Helackedandregrettedthefatigue,thefurioushurry,thesuspense,thefires,themidnightcoffee,therudeandmud-bespatteredpoetryofthefirsttoilfulweeks。Inthequietnessofhisnewsurroundings,avoicesummonedhimfromthisexorbitalpartoflife,andaboutthemiddleofOctoberhethrewuphissituationandbadefarewelltothecampoftentsandtheshoulderofBaldMountain。 Cladinhisroughclothes,withabundleonhisshoulderandhisaccumulatedwagesinhispocket,heenteredSydneyforthesecondtime,andwalkedwithpleasureandsomebewildermentinthecheerfulstreets,likeamanlandedfromavoyage。Thesightofthepeopleledhimon。Heforgothisnecessaryerrands,heforgottoeat。Hewanderedinmovingmultitudeslikeastickuponariver。LasthecametotheDomainandstrolledthere,andrememberedhisshameandsufferings,andlookedwithpoignantcuriosityathissuccessors。Hemstead,notmuchshabbierandnolesscheerfulthanbefore,herecognisedandaddressedlikeanoldfamilyfriend。 “Thatwasagoodturnyoudidme。”saidhe。“Thatrailwaywasthemakingofme。Ihopeyou’vehadluckyourself。” “Myword,no!”repliedthelittleman。“Ijustsithereandreadthe_DeadBird_。It’sthedepressionintryde,yousee。There’snopositionsgoin’thatamanlikemewouldcaretolookat。” AndheshowedNorrishiscertificatesandwrittencharacters,onefromagrocerinWooloomooloo,onefromanironmonger,andathirdfromabilliardsaloon。“Yes。”hesaid,“Itriedbein’ abilliardmarker。It’snoaccount;theselytehoursarenouseforaman’shealth。Iwon’tbenoman’sslyve。”headdedfirmly。 Ontheprinciplethathewhoistooproudtobeaslaveisusuallynottoomodesttobecomeapensioner,Carthewgavehimhalfasovereign,anddeparted,beingsuddenlystruckwithhunger,inthedirectionoftheParisHouse。Whenhecametothatquarterofthecity,thebarristersweretrottinginthestreetsinwigandgown,andhestoodtoobservethemwithhisbundleonhisshoulder,andhismindfullofcuriousrecollectionsofthepast。 “ByGeorge!”criedavoice,“it’sMr。Carthew!” Andturningabouthefoundhimselffacetofacewithahandsomesunburntyouth,somewhatfatted,arrayedinthefinestoffineraiment,andsportingaboutasovereign’sworthofflowersinhisbuttonhole。NorrishadmethimduringhisfirstdaysinSydneyatafarewellsupper;hadevenescortedhimonboardaschoonerfullofcockroachesandblack-boysailors,inwhichhewasboundforsixmonthsamongtheislands;andhadkepthimeversinceinentertainedremembrance。TomHadden(knowntothebulkofSydneyfolkasTommy)washeirtoaconsiderableproperty,whichapropheticfatherhadplacedinthehandsofrigoroustrustees。TheincomesupportedMr。 Haddeninsplendourforaboutthreemonthsoutoftwelve;therestoftheyearhepassedinretreatamongtheislands。Hewasnowaboutaweekreturnedfromhiseclipse,pervadingSydneyinhansomcabsandairingthefirstbloomofsixnewsuitsofclothes;andyettheunaffectedcreaturehailedCarthewinhisworkingjeansandwiththedamningbundleonhisshoulder,ashemighthaveclaimedacquaintancewithaduke。 “Comeandhaveadrink!”washischeerfulcry。 “I’mjustgoingtohavelunchattheParisHouse。”returnedCarthew。“It’salongtimesinceIhavehadadecentmeal。” “Splendidscheme!”saidHadden。“I’veonlyhadbreakfasthalfanhourago;butwe’llhaveaprivateroom,andI’llmanagetopicksomething。It’llbracemeup。Iwasonanawfultearlastnight,andI’vemetnoendoffellowsthismorning。”Tomeetafellow,andtostandandshareadrink,werewithTomsynonymousterms。 Theyweresoonattableinthecornerroomup-stairs,andpayingdueattentiontothebestfareinSydney。Theoddsimilarityoftheirpositionsdrewthemtogether,andtheybegansoontoexchangeconfidences。CarthewrelatedhisprivationsintheDomainandhistoilsasanavvy;HaddengavehisexperienceasanamateurcopramerchantintheSouthSeas,anddrewahumorouspictureoflifeinacoralisland。Ofthetwoplansofretirement,Carthewgatheredthathisownhadbeenvastlythemorelucrative;butHadden’stradingoutfithadconsistedlargelyofbottledstoutandbrownsherryforhisownconsumption。 “Ihadchampagnetoo。”saidHadden,“butIkeptthatincaseofsickness,untilIdidn’tseemtobegoingtobesick,andthenI openedapinteverySunday。Usedtosleepallmorning,thenbreakfastwithmypintoffizz,andlieinahammockandreadHallam’s_MiddleAges_。Haveyoureadthat?Ialwaystakesomethingsolidtotheislands。There’snodoubtIdidthethinginratherafinestyle;butifitwasgoneaboutalittlecheaper,orthereweretwoofustobeartheexpense,itoughttopayhandoverfist。I’vegottheinfluence,yousee。I’machiefnow,andsitinthespeak-houseundermyownstripofroof。I’dliketoseethemtabooME!Theydaren’ttryit;I’veastrongparty,I