michael, brother of jerry-第48节
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uld never be satisfied。 They lay in collapse all about the room; but every little while one or another would crawl over to the tub and try to drink more。 In the meantime Davis had started a fire and filled a caldron with potatoes。
〃The place stinks like a den of skunks;〃 Mrs。 Davis observed; pausing from dabbing the end of her nose with a powder…puff。 〃Dearest; we'll just have to wash them。〃
〃All right; sweetheart;〃 her husband agreed。 〃And the quicker the better。 We can get through with it while the potatoes are boiling and cooling。 I'll scrub them and you dry them。 Remember that pneumonia; and do it thoroughly。〃
It was quick; rough bathing。 Reaching out for the dogs nearest him; he flung them in turn into the tub from which they had drunk。 When they were frightened; or when they objected in any way; he rapped them on the head with the scrubbing brush or the bar of yellow laundry soap with which he was lathering them。 Several minutes sufficed for a dog。
〃Drink; damn you; drinkhave some more;〃 he would say; as he shoved their heads down and under the dirty; soapy water。
He seemed to hold them responsible for their horrible condition; to look upon their filthiness as a personal affront。
Michael yielded to being flung into the tub。 He recognized that baths were necessary and compulsory; although they were administered in much better fashion at Cedarwild; while Kwaque and Steward had made a sort of love function of it when they bathed him。 So he did his best to endure the scrubbing; and all might have been well had not Davis soused him under。 Michael jerked his head up with a warning growl。 Davis suspended half…way the blow he was delivering with the heavy brush; and emitted a low whistle of surprise。
〃Hello!〃 he said。 〃And look who's here!Lovey; this is the Irish terrier I got from Collins。 He's no good。 Collins said so。 Just a fill…in。Get out!〃 he commanded Michael。 〃That's all you get now; Mr。 Fresh Dog。 But take it from me pretty soon you'll be getting it fast enough to make you dizzy。〃
While the potatoes were cooling; Mrs。 Davis kept the hungry dogs warned away by sharp cries。 Michael lay down sullenly to one side; and took no part in the rush for the trough when permission was given。 Again Davis danced among them; kicking away the stronger and the more eager。
〃If they get to fighting after all we've done for them; kick in their ribs; lovey;〃 he told his wife。
〃There! You would; would you?〃this to a large black dog; accompanied by a savage kick in the side。 The animal yelped its pain as it fled away; and; from a safe distance; looked on piteously at the steaming food。
〃Well; after this they can't say I don't never give my dogs a bath;〃 Davis remarked from the sink; where he was rinsing his arms。 What d'ye say we call it a day's work; my dear?〃 Mrs。 Davis nodded agreement。 〃We can rehearse them to…morrow and next day。 That will be plenty of time。 I'll run in to…night and boil them some bran。 They'll need an extra meal after fasting two days。〃
The potatoes finished; the dogs were put back in their cages for another twenty…four hours of close confinement。 Water was poured into their drinking…tins; and; in the evening; still in their cages; they were served liberally with boiled bran and dog… biscuit。 This was Michael's first food; for he had sulkily refused to go near the potatoes。
The rehearsing took place on the stage; and for Michael trouble came at the very start。 The drop…curtain was supposed to go up and reveal the twenty dogs seated on chairs in a semi…circle。 Because; while they were being thus arranged; the preceding turn was taking place in front of the drop…curtain; it was imperative that rigid silence should be kept。 Next; when the curtain rose on full stage; the dogs were trained to make a great barking。
As a filler…in; Michael had nothing to do but sit on a chair。 But he had to get upon the chair; first; and when Davis so ordered him he accompanied the order with a clout on the side of the head。 Michael growled warningly。
〃Oh; ho; eh?〃 the man sneered。 〃It's Fresh Dog looking for trouble。 Well; you might as well get it over with now so your name can be changed to Good Dog。My dear; just keep the rest of them in order while I teach Fresh Dog lesson number one。〃
Of the beating that followed; the least said the better。 Michael put up a fight that was hopeless; and was thoroughly beaten in return。 Bruised and bleeding; he sat on the chair; taking no part in the performance and only sullenly engendering a deeper and bitterer sourness。 To keep silent before the curtain went up was no hardship for him。 But when the curtain did go up; he declined to join the rest of the dogs in their frantic barking and yelping。
The dogs; sometimes alone and sometimes in couples and trios and groups; left their chairs at command and performed the conventional dog tricks such as walking on hind…legs; hopping; limping; waltzing; and throwing somersaults。 Wilton Davis's temper was short and his hand heavy throughout the rehearsal; as the shrill yelps of pain from the lagging and stupid attested。
In all; during that day and the forenoon of the next; three long rehearsals took place。 Michael's troubles ceased for the time being。 At command; he silently got on the chair and silently sat there。 〃Which shows; dearest; what a bit of the stick will do;〃 Davis bragged to his wife。 Nor did the pair of them dream of the scandalizing part Michael was going to play in their first performance。
Behind the curtain all was ready on the full stage。 The dogs sat on their chairs in abject silence with Davis and his wife menacing them to remain silent; while; in front of the curtain; Dick and Daisy Bell delighted the matinee audience with their singing and dancing。 And all went well; and no one in the audience would have suspected the full stage of dogs behind the curtain had not Dick and Daisy; accompanied by the orchestra; begun to sing 〃Roll Me Down to Rio。〃
Michael could not help it。 Even as Kwaque had long before mastered him by the jews' harp; and Steward by love; and Harry Del Mar by the harmonica; so now was he mastered by the strains of the orchestra and the voices of the man and woman lifting the old familiar rhythm; taught him by Steward; of 〃Roll Me Down to Rio。〃 Despite himself; despite his sullenness; the forces compulsive opened his jaws and set all his throat vibrating in accompaniment。
From beyond the curtain came a titter of children and women that grew into a roar and drowned out the voices of Dick and Daisy。 Wilton Davis cursed unbelievably as he sprang down the stage to Michael。 But Michael howled on; and the audience laughed on。 Michael was still howling when the short club smote him。 The shock and hurt of it made him break off and yelp an involuntary cry of pain。
〃Knock his block off; dearest;〃 Mrs。 Davis counselled。
And then ensued battle royal。 Davis struck shrewd blows that could be heard; as were heard the snarls and growls of Michael。 The audience; under the sway of the comic; ignored Dick and Daisy Bell。 Their turn was spoiled。 The Davis turn was 〃queered;〃 as Wilton impressed it。 Michael's block was knocked off within the meaning of the term。 And the audience; on the other side of the curtain; was edified and delighted。
Dick and Daisy could not continue。 The audience wanted what was behind the curtain; not in front of it。 Michael was taken off stage thoroughly throttled by one of the stage…hands; and the curtain arose on the full setfull; save for the one empty chair。 The boys in the audience first realized the connection between the empty chair and the previous uproar; and began clamouring for the absent dog。 The audience took up the cry; the dogs barked more excitedly; and five minutes of hilarity delayed the turn which; when at last started; was marked by rustiness and erraticness on the part of the dogs and by great peevishness on the part of Wilton Davis。
〃Never mind; honey;〃 his imperturbable wife assured him in a stage whisper。 〃We'll just ditch that dog and get a regular one。 And; anyway; we've put one over on that Daisy Bell。 I ain't told you yet what she said about me; only last week; to some of my friends。〃
Several minutes later; still on the stage and handling his animals; the husband managed a chance to mutter to his wife: 〃It's the dog。 It's him I'm after。 I'm going to lay him out。〃
〃Yes; dearest;〃 she agreed。
The curtain down; with a gleeful audience in front and with the dogs back in the room over the stage; Wilton Davis descended to look for Michael; who; instead of cowering in some corner; stood between the legs of the stage…hand; quivering yet from his mishandling and threatening to fight as hard as ever if attacked。 On his way; Davis encountered the song…and…dance couple。 The woman was in a tearful rage; the man in a dry one。
〃You're a peach of a dog man; you are;〃 he announced belligerently。 〃Here's where you get yours。〃
〃You keep away from me; or I'll lay you out;〃 Wilton Davis responded desperately; brandishing a short iron bar in his right hand。 〃Besides; you just wait if you want to; and I'll lay you out afterward。 But first of all I'm going to lay out that dog。 Co