《汤姆·索亚历险记》第二十九章 哈克静心守夜,寡妇幸免遭难
THE first thing Tom heard on Friday morning was a glad piece of news -- Judge Thatcher's family had come back to town the night before. Both Injun Joe and the treasure sunk into secondary importance for a moment, and Becky took the chief place in the boy's interest. He saw her and they had an exhausting good time playing "hi-spy" and "gully-keeper" with a crowd of their schoolmates. The day was completed and crowned in a peculiarly satisfactory way: Becky teased her mother to appoint the next day for the long-promised and long-delayed picnic, and she consented. The child's delight was boundless; and Tom's not more moderate. The invitations were sent out before sunset, and straightway the young folks of the village were thrown into a fever of preparation and pleasurable anticipation. Tom's excitement enabled him to keep awake until a pretty late hour, and he had good hopes of hearing Huck's "maow," and of having his treasure to astonish Becky and the picnickers with, next day; but he was disappointed. No signal came that night.
Morning came, eventually, and by ten or eleven o'clock a giddy and rollicking company were gathered at Judge Thatcher's, and everything was ready for a start. It was not the custom for elderly people to mar the picnics with their presence. The children were considered safe enough under the wings of a few young ladies of eighteen and a few young gentlemen of twenty-three or thereabouts. The old steam ferry-boat was chartered for the occasion; presently the gay throng filed up the main street laden with provision-baskets. Sid was sick and had to miss the fun; Mary remained at home to entertain him. The last thing Mrs. Thatcher said to Becky, was:
"You'll not get back till late. perhaps you'd better stay all night with some of the girls that live near the ferry-landing, child."
"Then I'll stay with Susy Harper, mamma."
"Very well. And mind and behave yourself and don't be any trouble."
presently, as they tripped along, Tom said to Becky:
"Say -- I'll tell you what we'll do. 'Stead of going to Joe Harper's we'll climb right up the hill and stop at the Widow Douglas'. She'll have ice-cream! She has it most every day -- dead loads of it. And she'll be awful glad to have us."
"Oh, that will be fun!"
Then Becky reflected a moment and said:
"But what will mamma say?"
"How'll she ever know?"
The girl turned the idea over in her mind, and said reluctantly:
"I reckon it's wrong -- but --"
"But shucks! Your mother won't know, and so what's the harm? All she wants is that you'll be safe; and I bet you she'd 'a' said go there if she'd 'a' thought of it. I know she would!"
The Widow Douglas' splendid hospitality was a tempting bait. It and Tom's persuasions presently carried the day. So it was decided to say nothing anybody about the night's programme. presently it occurred to Tom that maybe Huck might come this very night and give the signal. The thought took a deal of the spirit out of his anticipations. Still he could not bear to give up the fun at Widow Douglas'. And why should he give it up, he reasoned -- the signal did not come the night before, so why should it be any more likely to come to-night? The sure fun of the evening outweighed the uncertain treasure; and, boy-like, he determined to yield to the stronger inclination and not allow himself to think of the box of money another time that day.
Three miles below town the ferryboat stopped at the mouth of a woody hollow and tied up. The crowd swarmed ashore and soon the forest distances and craggy heights echoed far and near with shoutings and laughter. All the different ways of getting hot and tired were gone through with, and by-and-by the rovers straggled back to camp fortified with responsible appetites, and then the destruction of the good things began. After the feast there was a refreshing season of rest and chat in the shade of spreading oaks. By-and-by somebody shouted:
"Who's ready for the cave?"
Everybody was. Bundles of candles were procured, and straightway there was a general scamper up the hill. The mouth of the cave was up the hillside -- an opening shaped like a letter A. Its massive oaken door stood unbarred. Within was a small chamber, chilly as an ice-house, and walled by Nature with solid limestone that was dewy with a cold sweat. It was romantic and mysterious to stand here in the deep gloom and look out upon the green valley shining in the sun. But the impressiveness of the situation quickly wore off, and the romping began again. The moment a candle was lighted there was a general rush upon the owner of it; a struggle and a gallant defence followed, but the candle was soon knocked down or blown out, and then there was a glad clamor of laughter and a new chase. But all things have an end. By-and-by the procession went filing down the steep descent of the main avenue, the flickering rank of lights dimly revealing the lofty walls of rock almost to their point of junction sixty feet overhead. This main avenue was not more than eight or ten feet wide. Every few steps other lofty and still narrower crevices branched from it on either hand -- for McDougal's cave was but a vast labyrinth of crooked aisles that ran into each other and out again and led nowhere. It was said that one might wander days and nights together through its intricate tangle of rifts and chasms, and never find the end of the cave; and that he might go down, and down, and still down, into the earth, and it was just the same -- labyrinth under labyrinth, and no end to any of them. No man "knew" the cave. That was an impossible thing. Most of the young men knew a portion of it, and it was not customary to venture much beyond this known portion. Tom Sawyer knew as much of the cave as any one.
The procession moved along the main avenue some three-quarters of a mile, and then groups and couples began to slip aside into branch avenues, fly along the dismal corridors, and take each other by surprise at points where the corridors joined again. parties were able to elude each other for the space of half an hour without going beyond the "known" ground.
By-and-by, one group after another came straggling back to the mouth of the cave, panting, hilarious, smeared from head to foot with tallow drippings, daubed with clay, and entirely delighted with the success of the day. Then they were astonished to find that they had been taking no note of time and that night was about at hand. The clanging bell had been calling for half an hour. However, this sort of close to the day's adventures was romantic and therefore satisfactory. When the ferryboat with her wild freight pushed into the stream, nobody cared sixpence for the wasted time but the captain of the craft.
Huck was already upon his watch when the ferry-boat's lights went glinting past the wharf. He heard no noise on board, for the young people were as subdued and still as people usually are who are nearly tired to death. He wondered what boat it was, and why she did not stop at the wharf -- and then he dropped her out of his mind and put his attention upon his business. The night was growing cloudy and dark. Ten o'clock came, and the noise of vehicles ceased, scattered lights began to wink out, all straggling foot-passengers disappeared, the village betook itself to its slumbers and left the small watcher alone with the silence and the ghosts. Eleven o'clock came, and the tavern lights were put out; darkness everywhere, now. Huck waited what seemed a weary long time, but nothing happened. His faith was weakening. Was there any use? Was there really any use? Why not give it up and turn in?
A noise fell upon his ear. He was all attention in an instant. The alley door closed softly. He sprang to the corner of the brick store. The next moment two men brushed by him, and one seemed to have something under his arm. It must be that box! So they were going to remove the treasure. Why call Tom now? It would be absurd -- the men would get away with the box and never be found again. No, he would stick to their wake and follow them; he would trust to the darkness for security from discovery. So communing with himself, Huck stepped out and glided along behind the men, cat-like, with bare feet, allowing them to keep just far enough ahead not to be invisible.
They moved up the river street three blocks, then turned to the left up a cross-street. They went straight ahead, then, until they came to the path that led up Cardiff Hill; this they took. They passed by the old Welshman's house, half-way up the hill, without hesitating, and still climbed upward. Good, thought Huck, they will bury it in the old quarry. But they never stopped at the quarry. They passed on, up the summit. They plunged into the narrow path between the tall sumach bushes, and were at once hidden in the gloom. Huck closed up and shortened his distance, now, for they would never be able to see him. He trotted along awhile; then slackened his pace, fearing he was gaining too fast; moved on a piece, then stopped altogether; listened; no sound; none, save that he seemed to hear the beating of his own heart. The hooting of an owl came over the hill -- ominous sound! But no footsteps. Heavens, was everything lost! He was about to spring with winged feet, when a man cleared his throat not four feet from him! Huck's heart shot into his throat, but he swallowed it again; and then he stood there shaking as if a dozen agues had taken charge of him at once, and so weak that he thought he must surely fall to the ground. He knew where he was. He knew he was within five steps of the stile leading into Widow Douglas' grounds. Very well, he thought, let them bury it there; it won't be hard to find.
Now there was a voice -- a very low voice -- Injun Joe's:
"Damn her, maybe she's got company -- there's lights, late as it is."
"I can't see any."
This was that stranger's voice -- the stranger of the haunted house. A deadly chill went to Huck's heart -- this, then, was the "revenge" job! His thought was, to fly. Then he remembered that the Widow Douglas had been kind to him more than once, and maybe these men were going to murder her. He wished he dared venture to warn her; but he knew he didn't dare -- they might come and catch him. He thought all this and more in the moment that elapsed between the stranger's remark and Injun Joe's next -- which was --
"Because the bush is in your way. Now -- this way -- now you see, don't you?"
"Yes. Well, there IS company there, I reckon. Better give it up."
"Give it up, and I just leaving this country forever! Give it up and maybe never have another chance. I tell you again, as I've told you before, I don't care for her swag -- you may have it. But her husband was rough on me -- many times he was rough on me -- and mainly he was the justice of the peace that jugged me for a vagrant. And that ain't all. It ain't a millionth part of it! He had me horsewhipped! -- horsewhipped in front of the jail, like a nigger! -- with all the town looking on! horsewhipped! -- do you understand? He took advantage of me and died. But I'll take it out of her."
"Oh, don't kill her! Don't do that!"
"Kill? Who said anything about killing? I would kill him if he was here; but not her. When you want to get revenge on a woman you don't kill her -- bosh! you go for her looks. You slit her nostrils -- you notch her ears like a sow!"
"By God, that's --"
"Keep your opinion to yourself! It will be safest for you. I'll tie her to the bed. If she bleeds to death, is that my fault? I'll not cry, if she does. My friend, you'll help me in this thing -- for my sake -- that's why you're here -- I mightn't be able alone. If you flinch, I'll kill you. Do you understand that? And if I have to kill you, I'll kill her -- and then I reckon nobody'll ever know much about who done this business."
"Well, if it's got to be done, let's get at it. The quicker the better -- I'm all in a shiver."
"Do it now? And company there? Look here -- I'll get suspicious of you, first thing you know. No -- we'll wait till the lights are out -- there's no hurry."
Huck felt that a silence was going to ensue -- a thing still more awful than any amount of murderous talk; so he held his breath and stepped gingerly back; planted his foot carefully and firmly, after balancing, one-legged, in a precarious way and almost toppling over, first on one side and then on the other. He took another step back, with the same elaboration and the same risks; then another and another, and -- a twig snapped under his foot! His breath stopped and he listened. There was no sound -- the stillness was perfect. His gratitude was measureless. Now he turned in his tracks, between the walls of sumach bushes -- turned himself as carefully as if he were a ship -- and then stepped quickly but cautiously along. When he emerged at the quarry he felt secure, and so he picked up his nimble heels and flew. Down, down he sped, till he reached the Welshman's. He banged at the door, and presently the heads of the old man and his two stalwart sons were thrust from windows.
"What's the row there? Who's banging? What do you want?"
"Let me in -- quick! I'll tell everything."
"Why, who are you?"
"Huckleberry Finn -- quick, let me in!"
"Huckleberry Finn, indeed! It ain't a name to open many doors, I judge! But let him in, lads, and let's see what's the trouble."
"please don't ever tell I told you," were Huck's first words when he got in. "please don't -- I'd be killed, sure -- but the widow's been good friends to me sometimes, and I want to tell -- I will tell if you'll promise you won't ever say it was me."
"By George, he has got something to tell, or he wouldn't act so!" exclaimed the old man; "out with it and nobody here'll ever tell, lad."
Three minutes later the old man and his sons, well armed, were up the hill, and just entering the sumach path on tiptoe, their weapons in their hands. Huck accompanied them no further. He hid behind a great bowlder and fell to listening. There was a lagging, anxious silence, and then all of a sudden there was an explosion of firearms and a cry.
Huck waited for no particulars. He sprang away and sped down the hill as fast as his legs could carry him.
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他们走了,路上汤姆对贝基说:
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道格拉斯寡妇十分好客,弄得孩子们非常想去,再加上汤姆的巧言,事情终于这么定下来:他们不向任何人透露有关晚上的行动计划。汤姆又忽然想到哈克在今晚说不定会来,发出信号。想到这,他的劲头消了不少。更让他受不了的是放弃到道格拉斯寡妇家中去玩。为什么不去呢?他合计着鈥斺斍疤焱砩厦挥行藕牛敲唇裢碓趺淳推赡苡行藕拍兀坎票υ对谔毂撸砩系耐嫠=谘矍啊R虼怂龆ù笸嬉怀。纫院笤俪槭奔淙ハ氡ο涞氖虑椤
在离村镇三英里的地方,渡船在树木丛生的山谷口靠岸停泊。他们一窝蜂地涌上岸,不久树林中,高崖处到处都回荡着孩子们的欢歌笑语,什么能让他们汗流浃背,精疲力尽,他们就玩什么。渐渐地,那些乱跑的小家伙回到营地,味口大增,见到好吃的东西就饱餐一顿。饭后,他们在橡树荫下休息,边谈话边恢复体力,后来有人大喊:
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他们一行人沿主通道大约走了四分之三英里,然后三三两两、成群结伴钻进了叉道,奔跑在阴森的长廊里,在拐弯的地方时常彼此相互偷袭。小队的人可以互相闪避,半个小时内不会迷路。
渐渐地,一组组的人零星地回到洞口,喘着气,乐滋滋的,从头到脚,都是蜡烛油,身上蹭满了泥土,完全沉浸在一天的快乐之中,这时他们吃惊地发现光顾着玩,没注意时间,天马上就要黑了。钟已噹噹地敲了半个小时,这样结束一天的探险活动很浪漫,因此大家很满意。当渡船载着兴高采烈的游客启锚时,除船老大外,没人有浪费时间的感觉。
渡船的灯光一摇一闪从码头边经过时,哈克已经开始守夜了。他没听见船上有什么声音,那群年青人现在不声不响,好像累得要命。哈克不知道这是条什么船,随后他不再想船的事,专心致志于守夜。晚上起了云,天色越来越暗,10点时,车辆的声音停止了,四处的灯火开始熄灭,行人也都散尽,整个村庄进入了梦乡,只有这个小家伙,独自一人空守寂寞,与魔鬼作伴。11点钟,客栈也熄了灯,现在到处一片漆黑。哈克等了很长一段时间,等得乏人,可仍无动静,他开始动摇了,还守在这里有什么用呢?真有用吗?不如回去睡觉算了。
突然他听到了动静。他立即全神贯注地听着,小巷的门轻轻关上。他连跑带跳来到砖厂拐弯的地方,这时两个男人从他身边一掠而过,其中一人腋下挟着件东西,一定是宝箱!他们是在转移财宝啊!现在不能叫汤姆,否则太傻了,那两个人会逃跑。一旦跑了再也不要指望能找到他们。对,他要盯着他俩,跟在后边走,靠夜色来掩护自己。哈克心里边合计着,边光着脚溜出去,像猫似的跟在那两人后头,离得不远不近,始终保持着能看见他们就行了。
他们顺着沿河的街道走了三个街区后,向左转上了十字街,然后径直往前来到通向卡第夫山的那条小路。他们又上了这条路,经过半山腰的威尔斯曼的老房子,仍一直往上爬。好吧,哈克心里想,他们会把宝箱埋在石坑里。可那两个人却经过老石坑,爬上了山顶他们一头钻进了茂密的漆树之间的一条小路,一下子就消失在黑暗中。哈克靠上去缩短了距离,因为那两人现在绝不会看见他。他小跑一阵,担心跑得太快;然后又放慢脚步,他向前走了一段路后,就停下来,听一听,没声音;除他呼呼的心跳声音外,什么也听不到。山那边传来猫头鹰的叫声鈥斺敳幌榈纳簦】墒侨疵挥薪挪缴@咸彀。裁炊疾患耍∷氚谓湃プ罚馐辈坏剿挠⒊叩牡胤剑懈瞿腥嗽谇迳ぷ印9说男囊幌伦犹缴ぷ友郏咳套牛驹谀抢锖孟翊虬谧铀频闹倍叮倍兜靡さ乖诘厣稀K浪谑裁吹胤健O衷谒诶氲栏窭构迅炯彝ピ旱慕滋菘诓坏轿宀皆兜牡胤健U夂芎茫腿盟窃谡饫锫癖Π桑饫镎移鹄床荒选
一个声音传来,很低很低,是印第安路乔的声音:
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鈥溔肥凳枪吮蠢路费恩,不过,冲你这名字,不会有很多人家愿意开门。孩子们,我们快开门让他进来,看是什么麻烦的事情。鈥
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三分钟后,老人和他的儿子带好武器上了山。他们手里拿着武器,踮着脚进入了绿树成荫的那条小路。哈克跟他们只走到这里,就没再往前去。他躲在一块大圆石后面,静静地听着。经过一阵沉默,哈克等急了,突然传来爆炸声和喊声。
哈克不等了解详情,跳起来拼命地冲下山坡。
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