smoke bellew(史沫克·贝罗)-第7节
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slipped into his blankets John Bellew was asleep。
In the darkness of a gale…driven morning； Kit crawled out； built a fire
in his stocking feet； by which he thawed out his frozen shoes； then boiled
coffee and fried bacon。 It was a chilly； miserable meal。 As soon as
finished； they strapped their blankets。 As John Bellew turned to lead the
way toward the Chilcoot Trail； Kit held out his hand。
〃Good…bye； avuncular；〃 he said。
John Bellew looked at him and swore in his surprise。
〃Don't forget my name's Smoke；〃 Kit chided。
〃But what are you going to do？〃
Kit waved his hand in a general direction northward over the storm…
lashed lake。
〃What's the good of turning back after getting this far？〃 he asked。
〃Besides； I've got my taste of meat； and I like it。 I'm going on。〃
〃You're broke；〃 protested John Bellew。 〃You have no outfit。〃
〃I've got a job。 Behold your nephew； Christopher Smoke Bellew！
He's got a job at a hundred and fifty per month and grub。 He's going
down to Dawson with a couple of dudes and another gentleman's man
camp…cook； boatman； and general all…around hustler。 And O'Hara and the
Billow can go to hell。 Good…bye。〃
But John Bellew was dazed； and could only mutter：
〃I don't understand。〃 〃They say the baldface grizzlies are thick in the
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Yukon Basin；〃 Kit explained。 〃Well； I've got only one suit of
underclothes； and I'm going after the bear…meat； that's all。〃
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THE MEAT。
I。
Half the time the wind blew a gale； and Smoke Bellew staggered
against it along the beach。 In the gray of dawn a dozen boats were being
loaded with the precious outfits packed across Chilcoot。 They were
clumsy； home…made boats； put together by men who were not boat…
builders； out of planks they had sawed by hand from green spruce trees。
One boat； already loaded； was just starting； and Kit paused to watch。
The wind； which was fair down the lake； here blew in squarely on the
beach； kicking up a nasty sea in the shallows。 The men of the departing
boat waded in high rubber boots as they shoved it out toward deeper water。
Twice they did this。 Clambering aboard and failing to row clear； the boat
was swept back and grounded。 Kit noticed that the spray on the sides of
the boat quickly turned to ice。 The third attempt was a partial success。
The last two men to climb in were wet to their waists； but the boat was
afloat。 They struggled awkwardly at the heavy oars； and slowly worked
off shore。 Then they hoisted a sail made of blankets； had it carried away in
a gust； and were swept a third time back on the freezing beach。
Kit grinned to himself and went on。 This was what he must expect to
encounter； for he； too； in his new role of gentleman's man； was to start
from the beach in a similar boat that very day。
Everywhere men were at work； and at work desperately； for the
closing down of winter was so imminent that it was a gamble whether or
not they would get across the great chain of lakes before the freeze…up。
Yet； when Kit arrived at the tent of Messrs Sprague and Stine； he did not
find them stirring。
By a fire； under the shelter of a tarpaulin； squatted a short； thick man
smoking a brown…paper cigarette。
〃Hello；〃 he said。 〃Are you Mister Sprague's new man？〃
As Kit nodded； he thought he had noted a shade of emphasis on the
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mister and the man； and he was sure of a hint of a twinkle in the corner of
the eye。
〃Well； I'm Doc Stine's man；〃 the other went on。 〃I'm five feet two
inches long； and my name's Shorty； Jack Short for short； and sometimes
known as Johnny…on…the…Spot。〃
Kit put out his hand and shook。
〃Were you raised on bear…meat？〃 he queried。
〃Sure；〃 was the answer； 〃though my first feedin' was buffalo…milk as
near as I can remember。 Sit down an' have some grub。 The bosses ain't
turned out yet。〃
And despite the one breakfast； Kit sat down under the tarpaulin and ate
a second breakfast thrice as hearty。 The heavy； purging toil of weeks had
given him the stomach and appetite of a wolf。 He could eat anything； in
any quantity； and be unaware that he possessed a digestion。 Shorty he
found voluble and pessimistic； and from him he received surprising tips
concerning their bosses； and ominous forecasts of the expedition。
Thomas Stanley Sprague was a budding mining engineer and the son of a
millionaire。 Doctor Adolph Stine was also the son of a wealthy father。
And； through their fathers； both had been backed by an investing syndicate
in the Klondike adventure。
〃Oh； they're sure made of money；〃 Shorty expounded。 〃When they
hit the beach at Dyea； freight was seventy cents； but no Indians。 There
was a party from Eastern Oregon； real miners； that'd managed to get a
team of Indians together at seventy cents。 Indians had the straps on the
outfit； three thousand pounds of it； when along comes Sprague and Stine。
They offered eighty cents and ninety； and at a dollar a pound the Indians
jumped the contract and took off their straps。 Sprague and Stine came
through； though it cost them three thousand； and the Oregon bunch is still
on the beach。 They won't get through till next year。
〃Oh； they are real hummers； your boss and mine； when it comes to
sheddin' the mazuma an' never mindin' other folks' feelin's。 What did
they do when they hit Linderman？ The carpenters was just putting in the
last licks on a boat they'd contracted to a 'Frisco bunch for six hundred。
Sprague and Stine slipped 'em an even thousand； and they jumped their
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contract。 It's a good…lookin' boat； but it's jiggered the other bunch。
They've got their outfit right here； but no boat。 And they're stuck for next
year。
〃Have another cup of coffee； and take it from me that I wouldn't travel
with no such outfit if I didn't want to get to Klondike so blamed bad。
They ain't hearted right。 They'd take the crape off the door of a house in
mourning if they needed it in their business。 Did you sign a contract？〃
Kit shook his head。
〃Then I'm sorry for you； pardner。 They ain't no grub in the country；
and they'll drop you cold as soon as they hit Dawson。 Men are going to
starve there this winter。〃
〃They agreed〃 Kit began。
〃Verbal；〃 Shorty snapped him short。 〃It's your say so against theirs；
that's all。 Well； anywaywhat's your name； pardner？〃
〃Call me Smoke；〃 said Kit。
〃Well； Smoke； you'll have a run for your verbal contract just the same。
This is a plain sample of what to expect。 They can sure shed mazuma；
but they can't work； or turn out of bed in the morning。 We should have
been loaded and started an hour ago。 It's you an' me for the big work。
Pretty soon you'll hear 'em shoutin' for their coffeein bed； mind you； and
they grown men。 What d'ye know about boatin' on the water？ I'm a
cowman and a prospector； but I'm sure tender…footed on water； an' they
don't know punkins。 What d'ye know？〃
〃Search me；〃 Kit answered； snuggling in closer under the tarpaulin as
the snow whirled before a fiercer gust。 〃I haven't been on a small boat
since a boy。 But I guess we can learn。〃
A corner of the tarpaulin tore loose； and Shorty received a jet of driven
snow down the back of his neck。
〃Oh； we can learn all right；〃 he muttered wrathfully。 〃Sure we can。 A
child can learn。 But it
