《汤姆·索亚历险记》第十章 狗吠不祥,雪上加霜
THE two boys flew on and on, toward the village, speechless with horror. They glanced backward over their shoulders from time to time, apprehensively, as if they feared they might be followed. Every stump that started up in their path seemed a man and an enemy, and made them catch their breath; and as they sped by some outlying cottages that lay near the village, the barking of the aroused watch-dogs seemed to give wings to their feet.
"If we can only get to the old tannery before we break down!" whispered Tom, in short catches between breaths. "I can't stand it much longer."
Huckleberry's hard pantings were his only reply, and the boys fixed their eyes on the goal of their hopes and bent to their work to win it. They gained steadily on it, and at last, breast to breast, they burst through the open door and fell grateful and exhausted in the sheltering shadows beyond. By and by their pulses slowed down, and Tom whispered:
"Huckleberry, what do you reckon'll come of this?"
"If Doctor Robinson dies, I reckon hanging'll come of it."
"Do you though?"
"Why, I know it, Tom."
Tom thought a while, then he said:
"Who'll tell? We?"
"What are you talking about? S'pose something happened and Injun Joe didn't hang? Why, he'd kill us some time or other, just as dead sure as we're a laying here."
"That's just what I was thinking to myself, Huck."
"If anybody tells, let Muff potter do it, if he's fool enough. He's generally drunk enough."
Tom said nothing -- went on thinking. presently he whispered:
"Huck, Muff potter don't know it. How can he tell?"
"What's the reason he don't know it?"
"Because he'd just got that whack when Injun Joe done it. D'you reckon he could see anything? D'you reckon he knowed anything?"
"By hokey, that's so, Tom!"
"And besides, look-a-here -- maybe that whack done for him!"
"No, 'taint likely, Tom. He had liquor in him; I could see that; and besides, he always has. Well, when pap's full, you might take and belt him over the head with a church and you couldn't phase him. He says so, his own self. So it's the same with Muff potter, of course. But if a man was dead sober, I reckon maybe that whack might fetch him; I dono."
After another reflective silence, Tom said:
"Hucky, you sure you can keep mum?"
"Tom, we got to keep mum. You know that. That Injun devil wouldn't make any more of drownding us than a couple of cats, if we was to squeak 'bout this and they didn't hang him. Now, look-a-here, Tom, less take and swear to one another -- that's what we got to do -- swear to keep mum."
"I'm agreed. It's the best thing. Would you just hold hands and swear that we --"
"Oh no, that wouldn't do for this. That's good enough for little rubbishy common things -- specially with gals, cuz they go back on you anyway, and blab if they get in a huff -- but there orter be writing 'bout a big thing like this. And blood."
Tom's whole being applauded this idea. It was deep, and dark, and awful; the hour, the circumstances, the surroundings, were in keeping with it. He picked up a clean pine shingle that lay in the moonlight, took a little fragment of "red keel" out of his pocket, got the moon on his work, and painfully scrawled these lines, emphasizing each slow down-stroke by clamping his tongue between his teeth, and letting up the pressure on the up-strokes.
"Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer swears they will keep mum about This and They wish They may Drop down dead in Their Tracks if They ever Tell and Rot.
Huckleberry was filled with admiration of Tom's facility in writing, and the sublimity of his language. He at once took a pin from his lapel and was going to prick his flesh, but Tom said:
"Hold on! Don't do that. A pin's brass. It might have verdigrease on it."
"What's verdigrease?"
"It's p'ison. That's what it is. You just swaller some of it once -- you'll see."
So Tom unwound the thread from one of his needles, and each boy pricked the ball of his thumb and squeezed out a drop of blood. In time, after many squeezes, Tom managed to sign his initials, using the ball of his little finger for a pen. Then he showed Huckleberry how to make an H and an F, and the oath was complete. They buried the shingle close to the wall, with some dismal ceremonies and incantations, and the fetters that bound their tongues were considered to be locked and the key thrown away.
A figure crept stealthily through a break in the other end of the ruined building, now, but they did not notice it.
"Tom," whispered Huckleberry, "does this keep us from ever telling -- always?"
"Of course it does. It don't make any difference what happens, we got to keep mum. We'd drop down dead -- don't you know that?"
"Yes, I reckon that's so."
They continued to whisper for some little time. presently a dog set up a long, lugubrious howl just outside -- within ten feet of them. The boys clasped each other suddenly, in an agony of fright.
"Which of us does he mean?" gasped Huckleberry.
"I dono -- peep through the crack. Quick!"
"No, you, Tom!"
"I can't -- I can't do it, Huck!"
"please, Tom. There 'tis again!"
"Oh, lordy, I'm thankful!" whispered Tom. "I know his voice. It's Bull Harbison."*
[* If Mr. Harbison owned a slave named Bull, Tom would have spoken of him as "Harbison's Bull," but a son or a dog of that name was "Bull Harbison."]
"Oh, that's good -- I tell you, Tom, I was most scared to death; I'd a bet anything it was a stray dog."
The dog howled again. The boys' hearts sank once more.
"Oh, my! that ain't no Bull Harbison!" whispered Huckleberry. "do, Tom!"
Tom, quaking with fear, yielded, and put his eye to the crack. His whisper was hardly audible when he said:
"Oh, Huck, it's a stray dog!"
"Quick, Tom, quick! Who does he mean?"
"Huck, he must mean us both -- we're right together."
"Oh, Tom, I reckon we're goners. I reckon there ain't no mistake 'bout where I'll go to. I been so wicked."
"Dad fetch it! This comes of playing hookey and doing everything a feller's told not to do. I might a been good, like Sid, if I'd a tried -- but no, I wouldn't, of course. But if ever I get off this time, I lay I'll just waller in Sunday-schools!" And Tom began to snuffle a little.
"You bad!" and Huckleberry began to snuffle too. "Consound it, Tom Sawyer, you're just old pie, 'longside o' what I am. Oh, lordy, lordy, lordy, I wisht I only had half your chance."
Tom choked off and whispered:
"Look, Hucky, look! He's got his back to us!"
Hucky looked, with joy in his heart.
"Well, he has, by jingoes! Did he before?"
"Yes, he did. But I, like a fool, never thought. Oh, this is bully, you know. Now who can he mean?"
The howling stopped. Tom pricked up his ears.
"Sh! What's that?" he whispered.
"Sounds like -- like hogs grunting. No -- it's somebody snoring, Tom."
"That is it! Where 'bouts is it, Huck?"
"I bleeve it's down at 'tother end. Sounds so, anyway. pap used to sleep there, sometimes, 'long with the hogs, but laws bless you, he just lifts things when he snores. Besides, I reckon he ain't ever coming back to this town any more."
The spirit of adventure rose in the boys' souls once more.
"Hucky, do you das't to go if I lead?"
"I don't like to, much. Tom, s'pose it's Injun Joe!"
Tom quailed. But presently the temptation rose up strong again and the boys agreed to try, with the understanding that they would take to their heels if the snoring stopped. So they went tiptoeing stealthily down, the one behind the other. When they had got to within five steps of the snorer, Tom stepped on a stick, and it broke with a sharp snap. The man moaned, writhed a little, and his face came into the moonlight. It was Muff potter. The boys' hearts had stood still, and their hopes too, when the man moved, but their fears passed away now. They tiptoed out, through the broken weather-boarding, and stopped at a little distance to exchange a parting word. That long, lugubrious howl rose on the night air again! They turned and saw the strange dog standing within a few feet of where potter was lying, and FACING potter, with his nose pointing heavenward.
"Oh, geeminy, it's him!" exclaimed both boys, in a breath.
"Say, Tom -- they say a stray dog come howling around Johnny Miller's house, 'bout midnight, as much as two weeks ago; and a whippoorwill come in and lit on the banisters and sung, the very same evening; and there ain't anybody dead there yet."
"Well, I know that. And suppose there ain't. Didn't Gracie Miller fall in the kitchen fire and burn herself terrible the very next Saturday?"
"Yes, but she ain't dead. And what's more, she's getting better, too."
"All right, you wait and see. She's a goner, just as dead sure as Muff potter's a goner. That's what the niggers say, and they know all about these kind of things, Huck."
Then they separated, cogitating. When Tom crept in at his bedroom window the night was almost spent. He undressed with excessive caution, and fell asleep congratulating himself that nobody knew of his escapade. He was not aware that the gently-snoring Sid was awake, and had been so for an hour.
When Tom awoke, Sid was dressed and gone. There was a late look in the light, a late sense in the atmosphere. He was startled. Why had he not been called -- persecuted till he was up, as usual? The thought filled him with bodings. Within five minutes he was dressed and down-stairs, feeling sore and drowsy. The family were still at table, but they had finished breakfast. There was no voice of rebuke; but there were averted eyes; there was a silence and an air of solemnity that struck a chill to the culprit's heart. He sat down and tried to seem gay, but it was up-hill work; it roused no smile, no response, and he lapsed into silence and let his heart sink down to the depths.
After breakfast his aunt took him aside, and Tom almost brightened in the hope that he was going to be flogged; but it was not so. His aunt wept over him and asked him how he could go and break her old heart so; and finally told him to go on, and ruin himself and bring her gray hairs with sorrow to the grave, for it was no use for her to try any more. This was worse than a thousand whippings, and Tom's heart was sorer now than his body. He cried, he pleaded for forgiveness, promised to reform over and over again, and then received his dismissal, feeling that he had won but an imperfect forgiveness and established but a feeble confidence.
He left the presence too miserable to even feel revengeful toward Sid; and so the latter's prompt retreat through the back gate was unnecessary. He moped to school gloomy and sad, and took his flogging, along with Joe Harper, for playing hookey the day before, with the air of one whose heart was busy with heavier woes and wholly dead to trifles. Then he betook himself to his seat, rested his elbows on his desk and his jaws in his hands, and stared at the wall with the stony stare of suffering that has reached the limit and can no further go. His elbow was pressing against some hard substance. After a long time he slowly and sadly changed his position, and took up this object with a sigh. It was in a paper. He unrolled it. A long, lingering, colossal sigh followed, and his heart broke. It was his brass andiron knob!
This final feather broke the camel's back.
两个孩子由于恐惧,一言不发,只顾朝着村庄飞快地跑啊跑。他们时不时地边跑边回头看,十分担心被人跟踪。路上遇到的每个树桩,对他俩来说都好比是一个人,一个对手,吓得他们连气都不敢喘。在经过村庄附近的农舍时,受惊的狗一声狂叫更吓得他俩腿上生风。
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哈克贝利也喘得很厉害,这清楚地表明他俩现在处境相同。两个孩子眼睛直盯着希望中的目的地,一心一意拚命往那儿跑去。渐渐地他俩跑近了。后来,他们肩并肩冲进敞开的大门,精疲力尽地扑到在里边的阴暗处,感到舒坦极了。过了一会,他们平静了下来,汤姆低声说:
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汤姆略作思忖,然后说:
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鈥溡曳⒕腿媚路波特那个傻瓜去干吧!他总是喝得醉醺醺的。鈥
汤姆没吱声,还在想着。片刻后他低声说:
鈥湽耍路波特不知道出事了,他怎么能告发呢?鈥
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鈥溣〉诎路乔动手的时候,他刚挨了一击,你想他还能看见什么?还能知道什么吗?
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汤姆又沉思默想了一会后说:
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听他这么一说,汤姆佩服得五体投地。时值夜色深沉,四周漆黑,令人胆战心惊。此时、此地、此景正合这种气氛的拍。他借着月光从地上捡起一块干净的松木板,又从口袋里掏出一小截鈥満煅馐潱缓蠖宰旁鹿饣似鹄础K蛳侣浔视致种兀蛏咸П视智嵊挚臁K槐咝矗槐咦於霾煌#孟裨诎镒庞镁ⅰW詈蠓蚜司排6⒅Γ呕闪讼旅婕妇洌
哈克路费恩和汤姆路索亚对天盟誓:我们将恪守秘密,若有半点私心假意泄密,愿当场倒毙,尸骨无存。
对汤姆流利的书写、响亮的内容,哈克贝利心悦诚服。他立即从衣服领子上拿下一枚别针,对着自己就要放血,这时汤姆说:
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于是汤姆拿出一根针,去掉了线。两个孩子各自往大拇指上戳了一下,然后挤出两滴血来。接着他们又挤了数次,汤姆马上用小指蘸血写下了自己姓名的首字母。他又教哈克写好H和F,到此为止,宣誓结束。他们念着咒语,举行了干巴巴的埋葬仪式,靠墙将松木板埋了。他们认为连同埋葬的还有那锁住他们口舌的枷锁,因此钥匙也用不着了。
这时,这幢破楼的另一头,有个人影鬼鬼祟祟地从缺口处溜进来,可是他俩却没有发觉。
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他们又小声嘀咕了一阵子。没多久,外面传来了狗叫声,那声音又长又凄凉,离他们不到十英尺远。两个孩子一阵害怕,突然紧紧地抱在一起。
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①如果哈宾逊先生有个奴仆叫布尔的话,汤姆就叫他鈥湽鲅返牟级潱豢墒侨羰撬亩踊蚬方胁级翘滥肪徒兴ㄋ┎级路哈宾逊。
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那只狗又嗥起来,孩子们的心情再次低落下来。
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汤姆哽咽着低声说:
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哈克心里高兴,看了看后说:
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狗不嗥了,汤姆警觉地侧耳听着。
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两个孩子再次想去碰碰运气,看能否逃走。
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汤姆刚一动摇,可还是抵挡不住强烈的诱惑。两人决定试试看,他们达成默契:只要呼声一停,他俩就溜之大吉。于是,他俩一前一后,踮着脚尖,偷偷走过去。在离那人不到五步远的地方,汤姆啪地一声,踩断了一根树枝。那人哼哼着稍微动了一下身子,脸暴露在月光下,原来是莫夫路波特。刚才,莫夫路波特动弹时,两个孩子的心一下子提到了嗓子眼,以为这下是跑不成了,但现在恐惧过去了。他俩踮着脚,溜到了破烂的挡风木板墙外边,没走多远就道了别分了手。夜空中又传来了那又长又凄凉的狗叫声。他们转身看见那条陌生的狗在离躺着的莫夫路波特不到几英尺的地方,脸冲着他,正仰天长嗥。
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两个孩子不约而同地惊呼道。
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分手的时候,他们还在想这个问题。等汤姆从窗户爬进卧室时,天已经快亮了。他轻手轻脚脱去衣服,睡下的时候,庆幸自己出去没被人发觉。但他却没发现轻轻打着呼声的希德没睡着,而且醒了已有一个小时。
汤姆醒来后发现希德已穿戴完毕走了。天已大亮,寝室里又没有人,一看便知时候不早了。汤姆感到很吃惊鈥斺斘裁唇裉烀蝗私兴兀恳峭盏幕埃欠嵌⒆潘鹄床豢伞O氲秸猓醯们榭鲇械悴幻睢2坏轿宸种樱痛┖靡路搅寺ハ拢械交肷聿欢跃ⅲ裂笱蟮摹H胰艘殉酝炅嗽绶梗匀蛔诓妥琅裕蝗斯炙俚剑裁蝗顺蛩4蠹夷蛔魃缘檬盅纤啵馊盟男牧沽税虢亍K吕矗白庞淇斓难樱墒翘负稳菀住4蠡锛炔恍Γ膊恢ㄉS谑撬仓缓靡簧豢裕那槌林氐搅思恪
早饭过后,汤姆被姨妈叫到一边,他面带喜色满以为希望就要实现:挨鞭笞。可是姨妈没有打他,而是站在他旁边痛哭起来。她边哭边责怪汤姆怎么能这样让她这把年纪的人伤心呢?然后她说了通气话,既然汤姆不再听她的,那就让他继续这样混下去,自暴自弃直至要了她这条老命为止。这一席话比一千下鞭打更管用,汤姆的心比肉体更加痛楚不安。他大哭起来,一边央求姨妈原谅他,一边一遍又一遍地保证悔过自新。这样姨妈最后饶了他,可他觉得她并没有完全饶恕他,因此心中还是半信半疑。他离去时很伤心,结果都想不起来要报复希德这件事,可是希德却多此一举:快速从后门溜掉了。汤姆满脸愁容,闷闷不乐地来到学校。他和乔路哈帕一起,因为头一天逃学的事情被鞭笞了一顿。在挨鞭笞时,他一副忧心仲仲的样子,根本不把鞭笞这类小事情放在眼里。之后,他走到位子上坐下来,两手托腮放在桌子上,一副痛苦的样子,目不转睛地盯着墙直发愣。他的肘部压在什么硬东西上,过了好一段时间,他才难过地慢慢移动了下肘部,叹息着拿起那样东西。东西包在纸里,他打开纸包,接着重重地长叹一声,原来纸包里包着他的那个铜把手!这一下犹如雪上加霜,汤姆彻底地崩溃了。
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