on the firing line-第7节
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〃It is no suicidal mania； Miss Dent；〃 he reassured her。 〃I like the rush and excitement of it all； but I had a summer on a ranch； and I learned the trick of sitting tight until the beast tires itself out。 Broncho…busting is only a concrete form of philosophy； after all。〃
〃And must you really go？〃 she asked him。
He lingered and hesitated。 Then； with a glance at the horse fastened to a post in the drive below； he straightened his shoulders。
〃I must。〃
She rose to her feet。
〃Good afternoon； then。〃
〃And good by；〃 he added。
〃What does that mean？〃
〃That we leave Maitland Camp in the morning。〃
〃I am sorry；〃 she said； and her voice showed her regret。 〃Where are you going？〃
〃To Maitland station。 Then into a train。 Beyond that； I do not know。〃
〃I am sorry；〃 she repeated； 〃but very glad。 It is time you were doing something。 I know you didn't take all this journey out here for the sake of being drilled in Maitland Camp until the end of time。 We shall miss you； but you will come back to us； some day； and tell us all the story of your deeds。 Success to you； Trooper Weldon！〃
She gave him her hand； then stood looking after him； as he went down the steps。 Once in the saddle； he turned back to wave a farewell to the tall girl framed in the arching greenery that sheltered the broad veranda。 Then； urging on his horse； he went galloping away； his boyish face turned resolutely towards the front。
Careless of the oldtime superstition； the girl watched him out of sight。 Then slowly she moved back to their deserted corner where she sat long； her elbows on the arms of her chair and her chin resting on her hands。 Her eyes were held steadily on Table Bay； but her thoughts followed along the road to Maitland Campand beyond。
CHAPTER FIVE
That January had brought the second irruption of Boers into Cape Colony。 In reality； they were near Calvinia； but； by the middle of the month； rumor had so far out…stripped fact that certain refugee Uitlanders were ready to affirm that Table Mountain was held by an invading army who patrolled the summit； coffee pot in one hand and Bible in the other。 Under these conditions； the little Dutch church at Piquetberg Road had become； in all truth； the abiding…place of the Church Militant。
In deference to tradition； the altar had been promptly pulled down and its ornaments stowed away to be safe from possible desecration。 The altar rail was left； however； and Weldon sat leaning against it； his eyes vaguely turned upwards to the organ in the farther end of the church。 From the open floor between； the buzz of many voices and the smoke of many pipes rose to the roof； from the vestry room behind him； he heard the cleaner…cut accent of the officers。 Outside； above the light spatter of rain on the windows； he could hear the horses stamping contentedly in the leafy avenue without the churchyard wall； and the brawl of the stream beyond。 The twilight lay heavy over the church； heaviest of all over the distant organ gallery； where Weldon could barely make out a single figure moving towards the bench。 There was a rattle of stops； a tentative chord or two and then a few notes of this or that melody； as if the player； albeit a musician； found himself continually thwarted by the darkness and the absence of any printed notes。
〃Who is up there； Weldon？〃 Carew asked； as he peered up into the dimness。
〃Shut up； can't you？〃 Weldon ordered him abruptly。
And Carew subsided； just as the unseen organist； apparently abandoning his more ambitious efforts； with sure touch swept into the familiar harmonies of the Eventide Hymn； and then； still with his hymnal in mind； jerked out the dozen stops and set the air rocking to the steady beat of Onward； Christian Soldiers。
As he listened； Weldon's mind went backward to his last Sunday evening in the cathedral at home。 He had known why the old rector had chosen that time…worn hymn for a recessional； he could still feel the stir of the congregation as he passed them； still see the scarlet blot of color made by his own hymnal against his stiffly starched cotta； still see his mother； erect and pale； staring at him with a resolute bravery which matched his own。 Since then； he had been inside no church until to…day。 It was a far cry from worshipping in the Gothic cathedral to camping in the simple little Dutch church； but in each the air was vibrating to the same martial hymn。
Little by little； the groups scattered over the floor fell into silence。 Here and there； one took up the refrain； now humming it softly； now singing it with full voice。 Then the refrain died away； there was an instant's hush； an instant's modulation； and； as a man； the crowd beneath rose to their feet and stood； pipe in hand； while slowly； steadily from the organ came rolling down the familiar notes of God Save the Queen。
The organ was closed with a muffled clatter； the organist rose and slowly came down to the floor。 With a friendly word here and there； he passed among the troopers who saluted him and then settled themselves again for comfort and their pipes。 Last of all； he paused beside Weldon。
〃It is good to put my fingers on the keys again；〃 he said； as he sat down for a moment on the low rail。 〃We had an organ at home； and I miss it。 I builded better than I knew； when I chose this place for our barracks。 One rarely finds an organ out here。〃
Just then an orderly lighted the chancel where they stood。 The organist gave a slight exclamation of surprise。
〃Isn't this Trooper Weldon？〃
The speaker's face was in shadow。 Only the starred shoulder straps gave Weldon any clue to the rank of his companion。
〃It is；〃 he answered briefly。
〃Miss Dent has spoken of you。 In fact； we were together at Maitland Camp； last week； when you tried issues with the little gray broncho。〃
As he spoke； he moved slightly； and the light fell full upon his yellow hair and on his blue eyes； dark and fringed with long black lashes。 Weldon looked up at him with a smile of recognition。
〃It is Captain Frazer； then？〃
〃Yes。 I am congratulating you on having won your way into Miss Dent's good graces。 She tells me you were most thoughtful for her； all the way out。〃
〃You have known Miss Dent for a long time？〃 Weldon queried。
Captain Frazer answered the question as frankly as it was asked。 For the moment； they were man and man。 In a moment more； they could resume their formal relations of captain and soldier。
〃I knew her well in England。 We met at one or two house parties； a year ago last fall。 I was at her coming…out function； too。〃 Then he rose。 〃I shall see you again；〃 he added formally。 〃Now I wish to make my round of the guards。〃 And； turning； he went striding away towards his own quarters in the vestry。
Weldon looked after him thoughtfully。 Then he uttered terse judgment。
〃Carew； that's a man；〃 he said。
〃Quite likely；〃 Carew assented。 〃Women don't usually wear khaki。 Shall we go in search of Paddy？〃
They found him smoking tranquilly by the churchyard gate。 The old stone wall towering above his head made good shelter from the drizzle； and Paddy； his day's labor done； was leaning back at his ease； exchanging adverse compliments with the half…dozen sentries who patrolled the wall。 He hailed Weldon with cordiality。
〃Come along here； little Canuck；〃 he called。 〃There's room for the two of us and fine smoking。 Mr。 Carew can stay out in the rain。 It's worth his while； even then； for the sake of watching that pigeon… toed cockney in the oilskins； him as is stubbing his toes in the sand； this blessed minute。〃
〃Shut up； Paddy；〃 his victim retorted hotly。
〃It's you that should shut up and teach the toes of you to walk hushlike。 If you go on like this； you living watchman's rattle； the Boers can hear you； clear up in the Transvaal。 Tell me； little one； have you seen your captain yet？〃
〃Captain Frazer？〃
〃Yes； Captain Leo Frazer； sure as you're a trooper of C。 Squadron。 You're in luck； boy。 There's not a better soldier nor a finer Christian； this side the line。 Neptune must have give him an extry scrubbing； when he come over； for he's white he is； all white。 Boys！〃 Paddy spoke in a portentous whisper。
〃Let her go；〃 Weldon advised him calmly。
〃It goes without letting。 Once let Paddy get free of his skillets； once let him have a rifle in place of his spoon； and you'll see war。 The Kingdom of Heaven is a spot of everlasting peace。 All I ask of Saint Peter is a place in front of a line of Boers and Captain Frazer beside me to give the orders。〃
〃Here he is； Paddy。〃 The low…pitched voice was full of mirth。 〃He orders you inside your tent to plan up an extra good breakfast。 Some of these fellows must volunteer for a night guard out in the open； and they will need a feast； when they come in。〃
Weldon rose hastily。
〃At your service； Captain；〃 he said； just as Paddy； in nowise daunted by the unexpected presence of his superior； responded；
〃Sure； Captain； I put a condition on the tail of it。 If you'll remember back a little； you'll see that I merely said； 'when I get a rifle instead of a spoon。' It's a sorry day for an able…bodied man to be tied to a frying pan all his days。 Now and then he longs to leap out and get into the fire。〃
Meanwhile； half of the men in
