the cruise of the jasper b.-第20节
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if it were a physical thing。
〃You are not altogether safe yourself;〃 said Cleggett grimly;
with his eyes fixed on Pierre's and his pistol touching Loge's
waistband。 〃If Pierre so much as winks an eyeif you move a
hair's breadthI'll put a stream of bullets through YOU。
Understand?〃
How long this singular psychological combat might have lasted
before a nerve quivered somewhere and brought the denouement of a
double death; there is no telling。 For accident (or fate)
intervened to pluck these antagonists back into life and rob the
gloating Pierre of the happiness of seeing two men perish without
danger to himself。 Something of uncertain shape; but of a blue
color; loomed vaguely behind Pierre's head; loomed and suddenly
descended to the accompaniment of a piercing shriek。 Pierre's
pistol went off; but he had evidently been stricken between the
shoulders; the ball went wild; and the pistol itself dropped from
his hand; another cartridge exploding as it hit the floor。 The
next instant Pierre tumbled headlong through the hole; landing
upon Loge; who; not braced for the shock; went down himself。
As the two men struggled to rise a strange figure precipitated
itself from the room above; feet first; and hit both of them;
knocking them down again。 It was a tall man; thin and lank; clad
only in a suit of silk pajamas of the color known as baby blue;
he was barefoot; and Cleggett; with that lucid grasp of detail
which comes to men oftener in nightmares than in real life;
noticed that he had a bunion at the large joint of his right
great toe。
If the man was startling; he was no less startled himself。
Leaping from the struggling forms of Pierre and Loge; who
defeated each other's frantic efforts to rise; he was across the
barroom in three wild bounds; shrieking shrilly as he leaped; he
bolted through the west door and cleared the verandah at a jump。
Loge; gaining his feet; was after the man in blue in an instant;
evidently thinking no more of Cleggett than if the latter had
been in Madagascar。 And as for Cleggett; although he might have
shot down Loge a dozen times over; he was so astonished at what
he saw that the thought never entered his head。 He had; in fact;
forgotten that he held a pistol in his hand。 Pierre scrambled to
his feet and followed Loge。
Cleggett; running after them; saw the man in the blue pajamas
sprinting along the sandy margin of the bay。 But Loge; his hat
gone; his coat tails level in the wind behind him; and his large
patent leather shoes flashing in the morning sunlight; was
overhauling him with long and powerful strides。 Cleggett saw the
quarry throw a startled glance over his shoulder; he was no match
for the terrible Loge in speed; and he must have realized it with
despair; for he turned sharply at right angles and rushed into
the sea。 Loge unhesitatingly plunged after him; and had caught
him by the shoulder and whirled him about before he had reached a
swimming depth。 They clinched; in water mid…thigh deep; and then
Cleggett saw Loge plant his fist; with scientific precision and
awful force; upon the point of the other's jaw。 The man in the
blue pajamas collapsed; he would have dropped into the water; but
Loge caught him as he fell; threw his body across a shoulder with
little apparent effort; and trotted back into the house with him。
Cleggett had left his sword cane in the barroom; but he judged it
would be just as well to allow it to remain there for the
present。 He turned and walked meditatively across the sands
towards the Jasper B。
CHAPTER XII
THE SECOND OBLONG BOX
When Cleggett returned to the ship he found Captain Abernethy in
conversation with a young man of deprecating manner whom the
Captain introduced as the Rev。 Simeon Calthrop。
〃I been tellin' him;〃 said the Cap'n; pitching his voice shrilly
above the din the workmen made; and not giving the Rev。 Mr。
Calthrop an opportunity to speak for himself; 〃I been tellin' him
it may be a long time before the Jasper B。 gets to the Holy
Land。〃
〃Do you want to go to Palestine?〃 asked Cleggett of Mr。 Calthrop;
who stood with downcast eyes and fingers that worked nervously at
the lapels of his rusty black coat。
〃I've knowed him sence he was a boy。 He's in disgrace; Simeon
Calthrop is;〃 shrieked the Captain; preventing the preacher from
answering Cleggett's question; and scorning to answer it directly
himself。 〃Been kicked out of his church fur kissin' a married
woman; and can't get another one。〃 (The Cap'n meant another
church。)
The preacher merely raised his eyes; which were large and brown
and slightly protuberant; and murmured with a kind of brave
humility:
〃It is true。〃
〃But why do you want to go to Palestine?〃 said Cleggett。
〃She sung in the choir and she had three children;〃 screamed
Cap'n Abernethy; 〃and she limped some。 Folks say she had a cork
foot。 Hey; Simeon; DID she have a cork foot?〃
Mr。 Calthrop flushed painfully; but he forced himself
courageously to answer。 〃Mr。 Abernethy; I do not know;〃 he said
humbly; and with the look of a stricken animal in his big brown
eyes。
He was a handsome young fellow of about thirtyor he would have
been handsome; Cleggett thought; had he not been so emaciated。
His hair was dark and brown and inclined to curl; his forehead
was high and white and broad; and his fingers were long and white
and slender; his nose was well modeled; but his lips were a
trifle too full。 Although he belonged to one of the evangelical
denominations; the Rev。 Mr。 Calthrop affected clothing very like
the regulation costume of the Episcopalian clergy; but this
clothing was now worn and torn and dusty。 Buttons were gone here
and there; the knees of the unpressed trousers were baggy and
beginning to be ragged; and the sole of one shoe flapped as he
walked。 He had a three days' growth of beard and no baggage。
When Cap'n Abernethy had delivered himself and walked away; the
Rev。 Mr。 Calthrop confirmed the story of his own disgrace;
speaking in a low but clear voice; and with a gentle and wistful
smile。
〃I am one of the most miserable of sinners; Mr。 Cleggett;〃 he
said。 〃I have proved myself to be that most despicable thing; an
unworthy minister。 I was tempted and I fell。〃
The Rev。 Mr。 Calthrop seemed to find the sort of satisfaction in
confessing his sins to the world that the medieval flagellants
found in scoring themselves with whips; they struck their bodies;
he drew forth his soul and beat it publicly。
Cleggett learned that he had set himself as a punishment and a
mortification the task of obtaining his daily bread by the work
of his hands。 It was his intention to make a pilgrimage to
Jerusalem; refusing all assistance except that which he earned by
manual labor。 After such a term of years as should satisfy all
men (and particularly his own spiritual sense) of the genuineness
of his penitence; he would apply to his church for reinstatement;
and ask for an appointment to some difficult mission in a wild
and savage country。 The Rev。 Mr。 Calthrop intimated that if he
chose to accept rehabilitation on less arduous terms; he might
obtain it; but the poignancy of his own sense of failure drove
him to extremes。
〃Are you sure;〃 said Cleggett sternly; 〃that you are not making a
luxury of this very penitence itself? Are you sure that it would
not be more acceptable to Heaven if you forgave yourself more
easily?〃
〃Alas; yes; I am sure!〃 said Mr。 Calthrop; with a sigh and his
calm and wistful smile。 〃I know myself too well! I know my own
soul。 I am cursed with a fatal magnetism which women find it
impossible to resist。 And I am continually tempted to permit it
to exert itself。 This is the cross that I bear through life。〃
〃You should marry some good woman;〃 said Cleggett。
〃I do not feel that I am worthy;〃 said Mr。 Calthrop meekly。 〃And
think of the pain my wife would experience in seeing me
continually tempted by some woman who believed herself to be my
psychic affinity!〃
〃You are a thought too subtle; Mr。 Calthrop;〃 said Cleggett
bluntly。 〃But I suppose you cannot help that。 To each of us his
destiny。 I am prepared; until I see some evidence to the
contrary; to believe your repentance to be genuine。 In the
meantime; we need a ship's chaplain。 If your conscience permits;
you may have the postcombining it; however; with the vocation
of a common sailor before the mast。 I am inclined to agree with
you that manual labor will do you good。 Some time or another; in
her progress around the world; the Jasper B。 will undoubtedly
touch at a coast within walking distance of Jerusalem。 There we
will put you ashore。 Before we sail you can put in your time
holystoning the deck。
〃The deck of the Jasper B。; said Cleggett; looking at it; 〃to all
appearances; has not been holystoned f