the story of a bad boy(顽童故事)-第14节
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Collins； with her dress tucked about her so that she looked as if she had on
a pair of calico trousers； was washing off the sidewalk。
〃Arrah you bad boy！〃 cried Kitty； leaning on the mop。 handle。 〃The
Capen has jist been askin' for you。 He's gone up town； now。 It's a nate
thing you done with my clothes…line； and； it's me you may thank for gettin'
it out of the way before the Capen come down。〃
The kind creature had hauled in the rope； and my escapade had not
been discovered by the family； but I knew very well that the burning of the
stage…coach； and the arrest of the boys concerned in the mischief； were
sure to reach my grandfathers ears sooner or later。
〃Well； Thomas；〃 said the old gentleman； an hour or so afterwards；
beaming upon me benevolently across the breakfast table； 〃you didn't wait
to be called this morning。〃
'No； sir；〃 I replied； growing very warm； 〃I took a little run up town to
see what was going on。〃
I didn't say anything about the little run I took home again！ 〃They had
quite a time on the Square last night；〃 remarked Captain Nutter； looking
up from the Rivermouth Bamacle； which was always placed beside his
coffee…cup at breakfast。
I felt that my hair was preparing to stand on end。
〃Quite a time；〃 continued my grandfather。 〃Some boys broke into Ezra
Wingate's barn and carried off the old stagecoach。 The young rascals！ I do
believe they'd burn up the whole town if they had their way。〃
With this he resumed the paper。 After a long silence he exclaimed；
〃Hullo！〃 upon which I nearly fell off the chair。
〃'Miscreants unknown；〃' read my grandfather； following the paragraph
with his forefinger； 〃'escaped from the bridewell； leaving no clew to their
identity； except the letter H； cut on one of the benches。' 'Five dollars
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reward offered for the apprehension of the perpetrators。' Sho！ I hope
Wingate will catch them。〃
I don't see how I continued to live； for on hearing this the breath went
entirely out of my body。 I beat a retreat from the room as soon as I could；
and flew to the stable with a misty intention of mounting Gypsy and
escaping from the place。 I was pondering what steps to take； when Jack
Harris and Charley Marden entered the yard。
〃I say；〃 said Harris； as blithe as a lark； 〃has old Wingate been here？〃
〃Been here？〃 I cried； 〃I should hope not！〃
〃The whole thing's out； you know；〃 said Harris； pulling Gypsy's
forelock over her eyes and blowing playfully into her nostrils。
〃You don't mean it！〃 I gasped。
〃Yes； I do； and we are to pay Wingate three dollars apiece。 He'll make
rather a good spec out of it。〃
〃But how did he discover that we were the…the miscreants？〃 I asked；
quoting mechanically from the Rivermouth Bamacle。
〃Why； he saw us take the old ark； confound him！ He's been trying to
sell it any time these ten years。 Now he has sold it to us。 When he found
that we had slipped out of the Meat Market； he went right off and wrote
the advertisement offering five dollars reward； though he knew well
enough who had taken the coach； for he came round to my father's house
before the paper was printed to talk the matter over。 Wasn't the governor
mad； though！ But it's all settled； I tell you。 We're to pay Wingate fifteen
dollars for the old go…cart； which he wanted to sell the other day for
seventy…five cents； and couldn't。 It's a downright swindle。 But the funny
part of it is to come。〃
O； there's a funny part to it； is there？〃 I remarked bitterly。
〃Yes。 The moment Bill Conway saw the advertisement； he knew it was
Harry Blake who cut that letter H on the bench； so off he rushes up to
Wingate…kind of him； wasn't it？…and claims the reward。 'Too late； young
man；' says old Wingate； 'the culprits has been discovered。' You see Sly…
boots hadn't any intention of paying that five dollars。〃
Jack Harris's statement lifted a weight from my bosom。 The article in
the Rivermouth Barnacle bad placed the affair before me in a new light。 I
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had thoughtlessly committed a grave offence。 Though the property in
question was valueless； we were clearly wrong in destroying it。 At the
same time Mr。 Wingate had tacitly sanctioned the act by not preventing it
when he might easily have done so。 He had allowed his property to be
destroyed in order that be might realize a large profit。
Without waiting to hear more； I went straight to Captain Nutter； and；
laying my remaining three dollars on his knee； confessed my share in the
previous night's transaction。
The Captain heard me through in profound silence； pocketed the bank…
notes； and walked off without speaking a word。 He had punished me in his
own whimsical fashion at the breakfast table； for； at the very moment be
was harrowing up my soul by reading the extracts from the Rivermouth
Barnacle； he not only knew all about the bonfire； but had paid Ezra
Wingate his three dollars。 Such was the duplicity of that aged impostor
I think Captain Nutter was justified in retaining my pocketmoney； as
additional punishment； though the possession of it later in the day would
have got me out of a difficult position； as the reader will see further on。 I
returned with a light heart and a large piece of punk to my friends in the
stable…yard； where we celebrated the termination of our trouble by setting
off two packs of fire…crackers in an empty wine…cask。 They made a
prodigious racket； but failed somehow to fully express my feelings。 The
little brass pistol in my bedroom suddenly occurred to me。 It had been
loaded I don't know how many months； long before I left New Orleans；
and now was the time； if ever； to fire it off。 Muskets； blunderbusses； and
pistols were banging away lively all over town； and the smell of
gunpowder； floating on the air； set me wild to add something respectable
to the universal din。
When the pistol was produced； Jack Harris examined the rusty cap and
prophesied that it would not explode。
〃Never mind；〃 said I； 〃let's try it。〃
I had fired the pistol once； secretly； in New Orleans； and； remembering
the noise it gave birth to on that occasion； I shut both eyes tight as I pulled
the trigger。 The hammer clicked on the cap with a dull； dead sound。 Then
Harris tried it； then Charley Marden； then I took it again； and after three or
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four trials was on the point of giving it up as a bad job； when the obstinate
thing went off with a tremendous explosion； nearly jerking my arm from
the socket。 The smoke cleared away； and there I stood with the stock of the
pistol clutched convulsively in my hand…the barrel； lock； trigger； and
ramrod having vanished into thin air。
〃Are you hurt？〃 cried the boys； in one breath。
〃N…no；〃 I replied； dubiously； for the concussion had bewildered me a
little。
When I realized the nature of the calamity； my grief was excessive。 I
can't imagine what led me to do so ridiculous a thing； but I gravely buried
the remains of my beloved pistol in our back garden； and erected over the
mound a slate tablet to the effect that 〃Mr。 Barker formerly of new Orleans；
was killed accidentally on the Fourth of July； 18 in the 2nd year of his
Age。〃1 Binny Wallace； arriving on the spot just after the disaster； and
Charley Marden （who enjoyed the obsequies immensely）； acted with me
as chief mourners。 I； for my part； was a very sincere one。
As I turned away in a disconsolate mood from the garden； Charley
Marden remarked that he shouldn't be surprised if the pistol…butt took root
and grew into a mahogany…tree or something。 He said he once planted an
old musket…stock； and shortly afterwards a lot of shoots sprung up！ Jack
Harris laughed； but neither I nor Binny Wallace saw Charley's wicked
joke。
We were now joined by Pepper Whitcomb； Fred Langdon； and
