the story of a bad boy-第27节
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ss unnoticed at another time； seem to point at him with convicting fingers。 No doubt Guy Fawkes himself received many a start after he had got his wicked kegs of gunpowder neatly piled up under the House of Lords。
Wednesday； as I have mentioned； was a half…holiday； and the Centipedes assembled in my barn to decide on the final arrangements。 These were as simple as could be。 As the fuses were connected； it needed but one person to fire the train。 Hereupon arose a discussion as to who was the proper person。 Some argued that I ought to apply the match； the battery being christened after me； and the main idea； moreover； being mine。 Others advocated the claim of Phil Adams as the oldest boy。 At last we drew lots for the post of honor。
Twelve slips of folded paper； upon one of which was written 〃Thou art the man；〃 were placed in a quart measure； and thoroughly shaken； then each member stepped up and lifted out his destiny。 At a given signal we opened our billets。 〃Thou art the man；〃 said the slip of paper trembling in my fingers。 The sweets and anxieties of a leader were mine the rest of the afternoon。
Directly after twilight set in Phil Adams stole down to the wharf and fixed the fuses to the guns； laying a train of powder from the principal fuse to the fence； through a chink of which I was to drop the match at midnight。
At ten o'clock Rivermouth goes to bed。 At eleven o'clock Rivermouth is as quiet as a country churchyard。 At twelve o'clock there is nothing left with which to compare the stillness that broods over the little seaport。
In the midst of this stillness I arose and glided out of the house like a phantom bent on an evil errand； like a phantom。 I flitted through the silent street； hardly drawing breath until I knelt down beside the fence at the appointed place。
Pausing a moment for my heart to stop thumping； I lighted the match and shielded it with both hands until it was well under way； and then dropped the blazing splinter on the slender thread of gunpowder。
A noiseless flash instantly followed； and all was dark again。 I peeped through the crevice in the fence； and saw the main fuse spitting out sparks like a conjurer。 Assured that the train had not failed； I took to my heels； fearful lest the fuse might burn more rapidly than we calculated； and cause an explosion before I could get home。 This； luckily； did not happen。 There's a special Providence that watches over idiots； drunken men； and boys。
I dodged the ceremony of undressing by plunging into bed； jacket； boots； and all。 I am not sure I took off my cap； but I know that I had hardly pulled the coverlid over me； when 〃BOOM！〃 sounded the first gun of Bailey's Battery。
I lay as still as a mouse。 In less than two minutes there was another burst of thunder； and then another。 The third gun was a tremendous fellow and fairly shook the house。
The town was waking up。 Windows were thrown open here and there and people called to each other across the streets asking what that firing was for。
〃BOOM！〃 went gun number four。
I sprung out of bed and tore off my jacket； for I heard the Captain feeling his way along the wall to my chamber。 I was half undressed by the time he found the knob of the door。
〃I say； sir；〃 I cried； 〃do you hear those guns？〃
〃Not being deaf； I do；〃 said the Captain； a little tartly…any reflection on his hearing always nettled him； 〃but what on earth they are for I can't conceive。 You had better get up and dress yourself。〃 〃I'm nearly dressed； sir。〃
〃BOOM！ BOOM！〃…two of the guns had gone off together。
The door of Miss Abigail's bedroom opened hastily； and that pink of maidenly propriety stepped out into the hail in her night…gown…the only indecorous thing I ever knew her to do。 She held a lighted candle in her hand and looked like a very aged Lady Macbeth。
〃O Dan'el； this is dreadful！ What do you suppose it means？〃
〃I really can't suppose；〃 said the Captain； rubbing his ear； 〃but I guess it's over now。〃
〃BOOM！〃 said Bailey's Battery。
Rivermouth was wide awake now； and half the male population were in the streets； running different ways； for the firing seemed to proceed from opposite points of the town。 Everybody waylaid everybody else with questions； but as no one knew what was the occasion of the tumult； people who were not usually nervous began to be oppressed by the mystery。
Some thought the town was being bombarded； some thought the world was coming to an end； as the pious and ingenious Mr。 Miller had predicted it would； but those who couldn't form any theory whatever were the most perplexed。
In the meanwhile Bailey's Battery bellowed away at regular intervals。 The greatest confusion reigned everywhere by this time。 People with lanterns rushed hither and thither。 The town watch had turned out to a man； and marched off； in admirable order； in the wrong direction。 Discovering their mistake； they retraced their steps； and got down to the wharf just as the last cannon belched forth its lightning。
A dense cloud of sulphurous smoke floated over Anchor Lane； obscuring the starlight。 Two or three hundred people； in various stages of excitement； crowded about the upper end of the wharf； not liking to advance farther until they were satisfied that the explosions were over。 A board was here and there blown from the fence； and through the openings thus afforded a few of the more daring spirits at length ventured to crawl。
The cause of the racket soon transpired。 A suspicion that they had been sold gradually dawned on the Rivermouthians。 Many were exceedingly indignant； and declared that no penalty was severe enough for those concerned in such a prank； others…and these were the very people who had been terrified nearly out of their wits…had the assurance to laugh； saying that they knew all along it was only a trick。
The town watch boldly took possession of the ground； and the crowd began to disperse。 Knots of gossips lingered here and there near the place； indulging in vain surmises as to who the invisible gunners could be。
There was no more noise that night； but many a timid person lay awake expecting a renewal of the mysterious cannonading。 The Oldest Inhabitant refused to go to bed on any terms； but persisted in sitting up in a rocking…chair； with his hat and mittens on； until daybreak。
I thought I should never get to sleep。 The moment I drifted off in a doze I fell to laughing and woke myself up。 But towards morning slumber overtook me； and I had a series of disagreeable dreams； in one of which I was waited upon by the ghost of Silas Trefethen with an exorbitant bill for the use of his guns。 In another； I was dragged before a court…martial and sentenced by Sailor Ben； in a frizzled wig and three…cornered cocked hat； to be shot to death by Bailey's Battery…a sentence which Sailor Ben was about to execute with his own hand； when I suddenly opened my eyes and found the sunshine lying pleasantly across my face。 I tell you I was glad！
That unaccountable fascination which leads the guilty to hover about the spot where his crime was committed drew me down to the wharf as soon as I was dressed。 Phil Adams； Jack Harris； and others of the conspirators were already there； examining with a mingled feeling of curiosity and apprehension the havoc accomplished by the battery。
The fence was badly shattered and the ground ploughed up for several yards round the place where the guns formerly lay…formerly lay； for now they were scattered every which way。 There was scarcely a gun that hadn't burst。 Here was one ripped open from muzzle to breech； and there was another with its mouth blown into the shape of a trumpet。 Three of the guns had disappeared bodily； but on looking over the edge of the wharf we saw them standing on end in the tide…mud。 They had popped overboard in their excitement。
〃I tell you what； fellows；〃 whispered Phil Adams； 〃it is lucky we didn't try to touch 'em off with punk。 They'd have blown us all to finders。〃
The destruction of Bailey's Battery was not； unfortunately； the only catastrophe。 A fragment of one of the cannon had earned away the chimney of Sailor Ben's cabin。 He was very mad at first； but having prepared the fuse himself he didn't dare complain openly。
〃I'd have taken a reef in the blessed stove…pipe；〃 said the Admiral； gazing ruefully at the smashed chimney； 〃if I had known as how the Flagship was agoin' to be under fire。〃
The next day he rigged out an iron funnel； which； being in sections； could be detached and taken in at a moment's notice。 On the whole； I think he was resigned to the demolition of his brick chimney。 The stove…pipe was a great deal more shipshape。
The town was not so easily appeased。 The selectmen determined to make an example of the guilty parties； and offered a reward for their arrest； holding out a promise of pardon to anyone of the offenders who would furnish information against the rest。 But there were no faint hearts among the Centipedes。 Suspicion rested for a while on several persons…on the soldiers at the fort； on a crazy fellow； known about town as 〃BottleNose〃； and at last on Sailor Ben。
〃Shiver my timbers！〃 cries that deeply injured individual。 〃Do you suppose； sir； as I have lived to sixty year； an' ain't got no more sense than t
