sk.thewastelands-第85节
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Eddie stared around at the silent towers； the broken windows； the vine…encrusted walls a final time。 Then he nodded。 〃Yeah。 I don't think there's any future in this town； anyway。〃
He pushed her forward； and they both stiffened as the wheels of the chair passed over what Maud had called the dead…line； fearful that they would trip some ancient protective device and die together。 But nothing happened。 Eddie pushed her into the plaza； and as they approached the steps leading up to the Cradle； a cold； wind…driven rain began to fall。
Although neither of them knew it； the first of the great autumn storms of Mid…World had arrived。
25
ONCE THEY WERE IN the smelly darkness of the sewers； Gasher slowed the killing pace he'd maintained aboveground。 Jake didn't think it was because of the darkness； Gasher seemed to know every twist and turn of the route he was following； just as advertised。 Jake believed it was because his captor was satisfied that Roland had been squashed to jelly by the deadfall trap。
Jake himself had begun to wonder。
If Roland had spotted the tripwires…a far more subtle trap than the one which followed…was it really likely that he had missed seeing the fountain？ Jake supposed it was possible； but it didn't make much sense。 Jake thought it more likely that Roland had tripped the fountain on purpose； to lull Gasher and perhaps slow him down。 He didn't believe Roland could follow them through this maze under the streets…the total darkness would defeat even the gunslinger's tracking abilities…but it cheered his heart to think that Roland might not have died in an attempt to keep his promise。
They turned right； left； then left again。 As Jake's other senses sharp…ened in an attempt to pensate for his lack of sight； he had a vague perception of other tunnels around him。 The muffled sounds of ancient； laboring machinery would grow loud for a moment； then fade as the stone foundations of the city drew close around them again。 Drafts blew intermittently against his skin； sometimes warm； sometimes chilly。 Their splashing footfalls echoed briefly as they passed the intersecting tunnels from which these stenchy breaths blew； and once Jake nearly brained himself on some metal object jutting down from the ceiling。 He slapped at it with one hand and felt something that might have been a large valve…wheel。 After that he waved his hands as he trotted along in an attempt to read the air ahead of him。
Gasher guided him with taps to the shoulders； as a waggoner might have guided his oxen。 They moved at a good clip； trotting but not run…ning。 Gasher got enough of his breath back to first hum and then begin singing in a low； surprisingly tuneful tenor voice。
〃Bibble…ti…tibble…ti…ting…ting…ting；
I'll get a job and buy yer a ring；
When I get my …mitts
On yerjiggly tits；
Ribble…ti…tibble…ti…ting…ting…ting！
O ribble…ti…tibble；
I just wanter fiddle；
Fiddle around with your ting…ting…ting！〃
There were five or six more verses along this line before Gasher quit。 〃Now you sing somethin； squint。〃
〃I don't know anything；〃 Jake puffed。 He hoped he sounded more out of breath than he actually was。 He didn't know if it would do him any good or not； but down here in the dark any edge seemed worth trying for。
Gasher brought his elbow down in the center of Jake's back； almost hard enough to send him sprawling into the ankle…high water running sluggishly through the tunnel they were traversing。 〃Yon better know sominat； 'less you want me to rip your ever…lovin spine right outcher back。〃 He paused； then added： 〃There's haunts down here； boy。 They live inside the fuckin machines； so they do。 Singin keeps em off 。 。 。 don't you know that？ Now sing！〃
Jake thought hard； not wanting to earn another love…tap from Gasher； and came up with a song he'd learned in summer day camp at the age of seven or eight。 He opened his mouth and began to bawl it into the darkness； listening to the echoes bounce back amid the sounds of running water； falling water； and ancient thudding machinery。
〃My girl's a corker； she's a New Yorker；
I buy her everything to keep her in style；
She got a pair of hips
Just like two battleships；
Oh boy； that's how my money goes。
My girl's a dilly； she es from Philly；
I buy her everything to keep her in style；
She's got a pair of eyes
Just like two pizza pies；
Oh boy； that's how…〃
Gasher reached out； seized Jake's ears as if they were jug…handles； and yanked him to a stop。 〃There's a hole right ahead of yer；〃 he said。 〃With a voice like yours； squint； it'd be doin the world a mercy to letcher fall in； so it would； but Tick…Tock wouldn't approve at all； so I reckon ye're safe for a little longer。〃 Gasher's hands left Jake's ears； which burned like fire； and fastened on the back of his shirt。 〃Now lean forward until you feel the ladder on the t'other side。 And mind you don't slip and drag us both down！〃
Jake leaned cautiously forward； hands outstretched； terrified of fall…ing into a pit he couldn't see。 As he groped for the ladder； he became aware of warm air…clean and almost fragrant…whooshing past his face； and a faint blush of rose…colored light from beneath him。 His fingers touched a steel rung and closed over it。 The bite…wounds on his left hand broke open again； and he felt warm blood running across his palm。
〃Got it？〃 Gasher asked。
〃Yes。〃
〃Then climb down！ What are you waitin for； gods damn it！〃 Gasher let go of his shirt； and Jake could imagine him drawing his foot back； meaning to hurry him along with a kick in the ass。 Jake stepped across the faintly glimmering gap and began to descend the ladder； using his hurt hand as little as possible。 This time the rungs were clear of moss and oil； and hardly rusted at all。 The shaft was very long and as Jake went down； hurrying to keep Gasher from stepping on his hands with his thick…soled boots； he found himself remembering a movie he'd once seen on TV…Journey to the Center of the Earth。
The throb of machinery grew louder and the rosy glow grew stronger。 The machines still didn't sound right； but his ears told him these were in better shape than the ones above。 And when he finally reached the bottom； he found the floor was dry。 The new horizontal shaft was square； about six feet high； and sleeved with riveted stainless steel。 It stretched away for as far as Jake could see in both directions； straight as a string。 He knew instinctively； without even thinking about it； that this tunnel （which had to be at least seventy feet under Lud） also followed the path of the Beam。 And somewhere up ahead…Jake was sure of this； although he couldn't have said why…the train they had e looking for lay directly above it。
Narrow ventilation grilles ran along the sides of the walls just below the shaft's ceiling； it was from these that the clean； dry air was flowing。 Moss dangled from some of them in blue…gray beards； but most were still clear。 Below every other grille was a yellow arrow with a symbol that looked a bit like a lower…case t。 The arrows pointed in the direction Jake and Gasher were heading。
The rose…colored light was ing from glass tubes which ran along the ceiling of the shaft in parallel rows。 Some…about one in every three…were dark； and others sputtered fitfully； but at least half of them were still working。 Neon tubing； Jake thought； amazed。 How about that？
Gasher dropped down beside him。 He saw Jake's expression of sur…prise and grinned。 〃Nice； ennet？ Cool in the summer； warm in the win…ter； and so much food that five hunnert men couldn't eat it in five hunnert years。 And do yer know the best part； squint？ The very best part of the whole coozy fakement？〃
Jake shook his head。
〃Farkin Pubies don't have the leastest idear the place even exists。 They think there's monsters down here。 Catch a Pubie goin within twenty feet of a sewer…cap； less'n he has to！〃
He threw his head back and laughed heartily。 Jake didn't join in； even though a cold voice in the back of his mind told him it might be politic to do so。 He didn't join in because he knew exactly how the Pubes felt。 There were monsters under the city…trolls and boggerts and ores。 Hadn't he been captured by just such a one？
Gasher shoved him to the left。 〃Gam…almost there now。 Hup！〃
They jogged on； their footfalls chasing them in a pack of echoes。 After ten or fifteen minutes of this； Jake saw a watertight hatchway about two hundred yards ahead。 As they drew closer； he could see a big valve…wheel sticking out of it。 A municator box was mounted on the wall to the right。
〃I'm blown out；〃 Gasher gasped as they reached the door at the end of the tunnel。 〃Doin's like this are too much for an inwalid like yer old pal； so they are！〃 He thumbed the button on the inter and bawled： 〃I got im； Tick…Tock…got him as dandy as you please！ Didn't even muss 'is hair！ Didn't I tell yer I would？ Trust the Gasherman； I said； for he'll leadjer straight and true！ Now open up and let us in！〃
He let go of the button and looked impatiently at the door。 The valve…wheel didn't turn。 Instead a flat； drawling voice came out of the i
