the lost road-第94节

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shook　himself　like　a　man　coming　out　of　a　bad　dream。

So；　I'm　through；〃　he　said。　　In　turn　he　scowled　at　each　of　us；　as
though　defying　us　to　contradict　him。　　〃That's　why　I'm　quitting；〃
he　added。　　〃Because　I've　done　my　bit。　　Because　I'm　damn　well　fed
up　on　it。〃　　He　kicked　viciously　at　the　water…logged　uniform　on　the
floor。　　〃Any　one　who　wants　my　job　can　have　it！〃　　He　walked　to　the
window；　turned　his　back　on　us；　and　fixed　his　eyes　hungrily　on　the
Adriaticus。　　There　was　a　long　pause。　　For　guidance　we　looked　at
John；　but　he　was　staring　down　at　the　desk　blotter；　scratching　on　it
marks　that　he　did　not　see。

Finally；　where　angels　feared　to　tread；　the　Kid　rushed　in。　　〃That's
certainly　a　hard　luck　story；〃　he　said；　〃but；〃　he　added　cheerfully；
〃it's　nothing　to　the　hard　luck　you'll　strike　when　you　can't　tell
why　you　left　the　army。〃　　Hamlin　turned　with　an　exclamation；
but　Billy　held　up　his　hand。　　〃Now　wait；〃　he　begged；　〃we　haven't
time　to　get　mussy。　　At　six　o'clock　your　leave　is　up；　and　the　troop
train　starts　back　to　camp；　and〃

Mr。　Hamlin　interrupted　sharply。　　〃And　the　Adriaticus　starts　at
five。〃

Billy　did　not　heed　him。　　〃You've　got　two　hours　to　change　your
mind；〃　he　said。　　〃That's　better　than　being　sorry　you　didn't　the
rest　of　your　life。〃

Mr。　Hamlin　threw　back　his　head　and　laughed。　　It　was　a　most
unpleasant　laugh。　　〃You're　a　fine　body　of　men；〃　he　jeered。
〃America　must　be　proud　of　you！〃

〃If　we　weren't　Americans；〃　explained　Billy　patiently；　〃we
wouldn't　give　a　damn　whether　you　deserted　or　not。　　You're
drowning　and　you　don't　know　it；　and　we're　throwing　you　a
rope。　　Try　to　see　it　that　way。　　We'll　cut　out　the　fact　that　you
took　an　oath；　and　that　you're　breaking　it。　　That's　up　to　you。
We'll　get　down　to　results。　　When　you　reach　home；　if　you　can't
tell　why　you　left　the　army；　the　folks　will　darned　soon　guess。
And　that　will　queer　everything　you've　done。　　When　you　come
to　sell　your　stuff；　it　will　queer　you　with　the　editors；　queer　you
with　the　publishers。　　If　they　know　you　broke　your　word　to　the
British　army；　how　can　they　know　you're　keeping　faith　with　them？
How　can　they　believe　anything　you　tell　them？　Every　'story'　you
write；　every　statement　of　yours　will　make　a　noise　like　a　fake。
You　won't　come　into　court　with　clean　hands。　　You'll　be　licked
before　you　start。

〃Of　course；　you're　for　the　Allies。　　Well；　all　the　Germans　at　home
will　fear　that；　and　when　you　want　to　lecture　on　your　'Fifteen
Months　at　the　British　Front；'　they'll　look　up　your　record；　and
what　will　they　do　to　you？　This　is　what　they'll　do　to　you。　　When
you've　shown　'em　your　moving　pictures　and　say；　'Does　any
gentleman　in　the　audience　want　to　ask　a　question？'　a　German
agent　will　get　up　and　say；　'Yes；　I　want　to　ask　a　question。　　Is　it
true　that　you　deserted　from　the　British　army；　and　that　if　you
return　to　it；　they　will　shoot　you？'〃

I　was　scared。　　I　expected　the　lean　and　muscular　Mr。　Hamlin　to
fall　on　Billy；　and　fling　him　where　he　had　flung　the　soggy　uniform。
But　instead　he　remained　motionless；　his　arms　pressed　across　his
chest。　　His　eyes；　filled　with　anger　and　distress；　returned　to　the
Adriaticus。

〃I'm　sorry；〃　muttered　the　Kid。

John　rose　and　motioned　to　the　door；　and　guiltily　and　only　too
gladly　we　escaped。　　John　followed　us　into　the　hall。　　〃Let　me　talk
to　him；〃　he　whispered。　　〃The　boat　sails　in　an　hour。　　Please　don't
come　back　until　she's　gone。〃

We　went　to　the　moving　picture　palace　next　door；　but　I　doubt　if
the　thoughts　of　any　of　us　were　on　the　pictures。　　For　after　an
hour；　when　from　across　the　quay　there　came　the　long…drawn
warning　of　a　steamer's　whistle；　we　nudged　each　other　and　rose
and　went　out。

Not　a　hundred　yards　from　us　the　propeller　blades　of　the
Adriaticus　were　slowly　churning；　and　the　rowboats　were　falling
away　from　her　sides。

〃Good…bye；　Mr。　Hamlin；〃　called　Billy。　　〃You　had　everything　and
you　chucked　it　away。　　I　can　spell　your　finish。　　It's　'check'　for　yours。〃

But　when　we　entered　our　room；　in　the　centre　of　it；　under　the
bunch　of　electric　lights；　stood　the　deserter。　　He　wore　the
water…logged　uniform。　　The　sun　helmet　was　on　his　head。

〃Good　man！〃　shouted　Billy。

He　advanced；　eagerly　holding　out　his　hand。

Mr。　Hamlin　brushed　past　him。　　At　the　door　he　turned　and　glared
at　us；　even　at　John。　　He　was　not　a　good　loser。　　〃I　hope　you're
satisfied；〃　he　snarled。　　He　pointed　at　the　four　beds　in　a　row。　　I
felt　guiltily　conscious　of　them。　　At　the　moment　they　appeared　so
unnecessarily　clean　and　warm　and　soft。　　The　silk　coverlets　at　the
foot　of　each　struck　me　as　being　disgracefully　effeminate。　　They
made　me　ashamed。

〃I　hope；〃　said　Mr。　Hamlin；　speaking　slowly　and　picking　his　words；
〃when　you　turn　into　those　beds　to…night　you'll　think　of　me　in　the
mud。　　I　hope　when　you're　having　your　five…course　dinner　and　your
champagne　you'll　remember　my　bully　beef。　　I　hope　when　a　shell　or
Mr。　Pneumonia　gets　me；　you'll　write　a　nice　little　sob　story　about
the　'brave　lads　in　the　trenches。'　〃

He　looked　at　us；　standing　like　schoolboys；　sheepish；　embarrassed；
and　silent；　and　then　threw　open　the　door。　　〃I　hope；〃　he　added；
〃you　all　choke！〃

With　an　unconvincing　imitation　of　the　college　chum　manner；
John　cleared　his　throat　and　said：　〃Don't　forget；　Fred；　if　there's
anything　I　can　do〃

Hamlin　stood　in　the　doorway　smiling　at　us。

〃There's　something　you　can　all　do；〃　he　said。

〃Yes？〃　asked　John　heartily。

〃You　can　all　go　to　hell！〃　said　Mr。　Hamlin。

We　heard　the　door　slam；　and　his　hobnailed　boots　pounding　down
the　stairs。　　No　one　spoke。　　Instead；　in　unhappy　silence；　we　stood
staring　at　the　floor。　　Where　the　uniform　had　lain　was　a　pool　of
mud　and　melted　snow　and　the　darker　stains　of　stale　blood。






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