第51章

类别:其他 作者:Clive Cussler (作者), Justin Sco字数:5222更新时间:18/12/22 09:08:35
Republicanasweretheirmanners,therewasnopractical,atleastnodangerous,lackofdiscipline。Wickswastheonlysailoronboard,therewasnonetocriticise;andbesides,hewassoeasy-going,andsomerry-minded,thatnonecouldbeartodisappointhim。Carthewdidhisbest,partlyfortheloveofdoingit,partlyforloveofthecaptain;Amaluwasawillingdrudge,andevenHemsteadandHaddenturnedtouponoccasionwithawill。Tommy’sdepartmentwasthetradeandtraderoom;hewouldworkdownintheholdorovertheshelvesofthecabin,tilltheSydneydandywasunrecognizable;comeupatlast,drawabucketofsea-water,bathe,change,andliedownondeckoverabigsheafofSydney_Heralds_and_DeadBirds_,orperhapswithavolumeofBuckle’s_HistoryofCivilisation_,thestandardworkselectedforthatcruise。Inthelattercase,asmilewentroundtheship,forBucklealmostinvariablylaidhisstudentout,andwhenTomawokeagainhewasalmostalwaysinthehumourforbrownsherry。Theconnectionwassowellestablishedthat“aglassofBuckle“or“abottleofcivilisation“becamecurrentpleasantriesonboardtheCurrencyLass。 Hemstead’sprovincewasthatoftherepairs,andhehadhishandsfull。Nothingonboardbutwasdecayedinaproportion; thelampsleaked;sodidthedecks;door-knobscameoffinthehand,mouldingspartedcompanywiththepanels,thepumpdeclinedtosuck,andthedefectivebathroomcameneartoswamptheship。Wicksinsistedthatallthenailswerelongagoconsumed,andthatshewasonlygluedtogetherbytherust。“Youshouldn’tmakemelaughsomuch,Tommy。”hewouldsay。“I’mafraidI’llshakethesternpostoutofher。”And,asHemsteadwenttoandfrowithhistoolbasketonanendlessroundoftinkering,Wickslostnoopportunityofchaffinghimuponhisduties。“Ifyou’dturntoatsailoringorwashingpaintorsomethinguseful,now。”hewouldsay,“Icouldseethefunofit。Buttobemendingthingsthathaven’tnoinsidestothemappearstometheheightoffoolishness。”Anddoubtlessthesecontinualpleasantrieshelpedtoreassurethelandsmen,whowenttoandfrounmoved,undercircumstancesthatmighthavedauntedNelson。 Theweatherwasfromtheoutsetsplendid,andthewindfairandsteady。Theshipsailedlikeawitch。“ThisCurrencyLassisapowerfuloldgirl,andhasmorecomplaintsthanIwouldcaretoputanameon。”thecaptainwouldsay,asheprickedthechart;“butshecouldshowherbloomingheelstoanythingofhersizeintheWesternPacific。”Towashdecks,relievethewheel,dotheday’sworkafterdinneronthesmoking-roomtable,andtakeinkitesatnight,——suchwastheeasyroutineoftheirlife。Intheevening——aboveall,ifTommyhadproducedsomeofhiscivilisation——yarnsandmusicweretherule。AmaluhadasweetHawaiianvoice;andHemstead,agreathanduponthebanjo,accompaniedhisownquaveringtenorwitheffect。 Therewasasenseinwhichthelittlemancouldsing。Itwasgreattohearhimdeliver_MyBoyTammie_inAustrylian;andthewords(someoftheworstoftheruffianMacneil’s)werehailedinhisversionwithinextinguishablemirth。 Wherehyeyebeena’dye? hewouldask,andanswerhimself:—— I’vebeenbyburnandflowerybrye,Meadowgreenan’mountaingrye,Courtin’o’thisyoungthing,Justcomefryehermammie。 Itwastheacceptedjestforallhandstogreettheconclusionofthissongwiththesimultaneouscry:“Myword!”thuswingingthearrowofridiculewithafeatherfromthesinger’swing。Buthehadhisrevengewith_Home,SweetHome,_and_WhereismyWanderingBoyTo-night?_——dittiesintowhichhethrewthemostintolerablepathos。Itappearedhehadnohome,norhadeverhadone,noryetanyvestigeofafamily,exceptatruculentuncle,abakerinNewcastle,N。S。W。Hisdomesticsentimentwasthereforewhollyintheair,andexpressedanunrealisedideal。Orperhaps,ofallhisexperiences,thisoftheCurrencyLass,withitskindly,playful,andtolerantsociety,approacheditthemostnearly。 ItisperhapsbecauseIknowthesequel,butIcanneverthinkuponthisvoyagewithoutaprofoundsenseofpityandmystery; oftheship(oncethewhimofarichblackguard)faringwithherbatteredfineriesanduponherhomelyerrand,acrosstheplainsofocean,andpastthegorgeoussceneryofdawnandsunset; andtheship’scompany,sostrangelyassembled,soBritishlychuckle-headed,fillingtheirdayswithchaffinplaceofconversation;nohumanbookonboardwiththemexceptHadden’sBuckle,andnotacreaturefiteithertoreadortounderstandit;andtheonemarkofanycivilisedinterest,beingwhenCarthewfilledinhissparehourswiththepencilandthebrush:thewholeunconsciouscrewofthempostinginthemeanwhiletowardssotragicadisaster。 Twenty-eightdaysoutofSydney,onChristmaseve,theyfetcheduptotheentranceofthelagoon,andpliedallthatnightoutside,keepingtheirpositionbythelightsoffishersonthereefandtheoutlinesofthepalmsagainstthecloudysky。Withthebreakofday,theschoonerwashoveto,andthesignalforapilotshown。Butitwasplainherlightsmusthavebeenobservedinthedarknessbythenativefishermen,andwordcarriedtothesettlement,foraboatwasalreadyunderweigh。 Shecametowardsthemacrossthelagoonunderagreatpressofsail,lyingdangerouslydown,sothatattimes,intheheavierpuffs,theythoughtshewouldturnturtle;coveredthedistanceinfinestyle,luffedupsmartlyalongside,andemittedahaggardlookingwhitemaninpyjamas。 “Good-mornin’,Cap’n。”saidhe,whenhehadmadegoodhisentrance。“IwastakingyouforaFijiman-of-war,whatwithyourflushdecksandthemspars。Well,gen’lemenall,here’swishingyouaMerryChristmasandaHappyNewYear。”headded,andlurchedagainstastay。 “Why,you’reneverthepilot?”exclaimedWicks,studyinghimwithaprofounddisfavour。“You’venevertakenashipin——don’ttellme!” “Well,IshouldguessIhave。”returnedthepilot。“I’mCaptainDobbs,Iam;andwhenItakecharge,thecaptainofthatshipcangobelowandshave。” “But,manalive!you’redrunk,man!”criedthecaptain。 “Drunk!”repeatedDobbs。“Youcan’thaveseenmuchlifeifyoucallmedrunk。I’monlyjustbeginning。Comenight,I won’tsay;IguessI’llbeproperlyfullbythen。ButnowI’mthesoberestmaninallBigMuggin。” “Itwon’tdo。”retortedWicks。“NotforJoseph,sir。Ican’thaveyoupilingupmyschooner。” “Allright。”saidDobbs,“layandrotwhereyouare,ortakeandgoinandpileherupforyourselflikethecaptainoftheLeslie。 That’sbusiness,Iguess;grudgedmetwentydollars’pilotage,andlosttwentythousandintradeandabrandnewschooner; rippedthekeelrightoffofher,andshewentdownintheinsideoffourminutes,andliesintwentyfathom,tradeandall。” “What’sallthis?”criedWicks。“Trade?WhatvesselwasthisLeslie,anyhow?” “ConsignedtoCohenandCo。,from’Frisco。”returnedthepilot,“andbadlywanted。There’sabarqueinsidefillingupforHamburg——youseehersparsoverthere;andthere’stwomoreshipsdue,allthewayfromGermany,oneintwomonths,theysay,andoneinthree;CohenandCo。’sagent(that’sMr。 Topelius)hastakenandlaindownwiththejaundiceonthestrengthofit。Iguessmostpeoplewould,inhisshoes;notrade,nocopra,andtwentyhundredtonofshippingdue。Ifyou’veanycopraonboard,cap’n,here’syourchance。Topeliuswillbuy,golddown,andgivethreecents。It’sallfoundmoneytohim,thewayitis,whateverhepaysforit。Andthat’swhatcomeofgoingbackonthepilot。” “Excusemeonemoment,CaptainDobbs。Iwishtospeakwithmymate。”saidthecaptain,whosefacehadbeguntoshineandhiseyestosparkle。 “Pleaseyourself。”repliedthepilot。“Youcouldn’tthinkofofferingamananip,couldyou?justtobracehimup。Thiskindofthinglooksdamnedinhospitable,andgivesaschoonerabadname。” “I’lltalkaboutthataftertheanchor’sdown。”returnedWicks,andhedrewCarthewforward。“Isay。”hewhispered,“here’safortune。” “Howmuchdoyoucallthat?”askedCarthew。 “Ican’tputafigureonityet——Idaren’t!”saidthecaptain。“Wemightcruisetwentyyearsandnotfindthematchofit。Andsupposeanothershipcameinto-night?Everything’spossible! AndthedifficultyisthisDobbs。He’sasdrunkasamarine。 Howcanwetrusthim?Weain’tinsured——worseluck!” “Supposeyoutookhimaloftandgothimtopointoutthechannel?”suggestedCarthew。“Ifhetalliedatallwiththechart,anddidn’tfalloutoftherigging,perhapswemightriskit。” “Well,all’sriskhere。”returnedthecaptain。“Takethewheelyourself,andstandby。Mind,ifthere’stwoorders,followmine,nothis。Setthecookfor’ardwiththeheads’ls,andthetwoothersatthemainsheet,andseetheydon’tsitonit。”Withthathecalledthepilot;theyswarmedaloftintheforerigging,andpresentlyaftertherewasbawleddownthewelcomeordertoeasesheetsandfillaway。 Ataquarterbeforenineo’clockonChristmasmorningtheanchorwasletgo。 ThefirstcruiseoftheCurrencyLasshadthusendedinastrokeoffortunealmostbeyondhope。Shehadbroughttwothousandpounds’worthoftrade,straightasahomingpigeon,totheplacewhereitwasmostrequired。AndCaptainWicks(or,rather,CaptainKirkup)showedhimselfthemantomakethebestofhisadvantage。ForhardupontwodayshewalkedaverandahwithTopelius,forhardupontwodayshispartnerswatchedfromtheneighbouringpublichousethefieldofbattle; andthelampswerenotyetlightedontheeveningofthesecondbeforetheenemysurrendered。WickscameacrosstotheSansSouci,asthesaloonwascalled,hisfacenighblack,hiseyesalmostclosedandallbloodshot,andyetbrightaslightedmatches。 “Comeouthere,boys。”hesaid;andwhentheyweresomewayoffamongthepalms,“Iholdtwenty-four。”headdedinavoicescarcelyrecognizable,anddoubtlessreferringtothevenerablegameofcribbage。 “Whatdoyoumean?”askedTommy。 “I’vesoldthetrade。”answeredWicks;“or,rather,I’vesoldonlysomeofit,forI’vekeptbackallthemessbeefandhalftheflourandbiscuit;and,byGod,we’restillprovisionedforfourmonths!ByGod,it’sasgoodasstolen!” “Myword!”criedHemstead。 “Butwhathaveyousolditfor?”gaspedCarthew,thecaptain’salmostinsaneexcitementshakinghisnerve。 “Letmetellitmyownway。”criedWicks,looseninghisneck。 “Letmegetatitgradual,orI’llexplode。I’venotonlysoldit,boys,I’vewrungoutacharteronmyowntermsto’Friscoandback;onmyownterms。Imadeapointofit。IfooledhimfirstbymakingbelieveIwantedcopra,whichofcourseIknewhewouldn’thearof——couldn’t,infact;andwheneverheshowedfight,Itrottedoutthecopra,andthatmandived!Iwouldtakenothingbutcopra,yousee;andsoI’vegotthebloominglotinspecie——allbuttwoshortbillson’Frisco。Andthesum?Well,thiswholeadventure,includingtwothousandpoundsofcredit,costustwothousandsevenhundredandsomeodd。That’sallpaidback;inthirtydays’cruisewe’vepaidfortheschoonerandthetrade。Heardeveranymanthematchofthat?Andit’snotall!Forbesidesthat。”saidthecaptain,hammeringhiswords,“we’vegotThirteenBloomingHundredPoundsofprofittodivide。IbledhiminfourThou。!”hecried,inavoicethatbrokelikeaschoolboy’s。 Foramomentthepartnerslookedupontheirchiefwithstupefaction,increduloussurprisetheironlyfeeling。Tommywasthefirsttograsptheconsequences。 “Here。”hesaid,inahard,businesstone。“Comebacktothatsaloon。I’vegottogetdrunk。” “Youmustpleaseexcuseme,boys。”saidthecaptain,earnestly。 “Idaren’ttastenothing。IfIwastodrinkoneglassofbeer,it’smybeliefI’dhavetheapoplexy。Thelastscrimmage,andthebloomingtriumph,prettynighhanddoneme。”