My stricken foe1 looked steadily2 into my face; once his lips parted to speak, but no sound came from them.
For my part I did not know what to say to him. A score of thoughts pressed upon my tongue for utterance3, but none of them seemed suited to this strange occasion. Everything that occurred to me was either weak or over-violent. Two distinct ideas of this momentary4 irresolution5 I remember--one was to leave him in silence for my Oneidas to tomahawk and scalp; the other was to curse him where he lay.
There was nothing in his whitening face to help me to a decision. The look in his eyes was both sad and savage--an expression I could not fathom6. For all it said to me, he might be thinking wholly of his wound, or of nothing whatever. The speechless fixity of this gaze embarrassed me. For relief I turned to Enoch, and said sharply:
"You haven't told me yet what you were doing here."
The trapper kept his chin still on its rest, and only for a second turned his shrewd gray eyes from the wounded quarry7 to me.
"You can see for yourself, can't ye?" he said. "What do people mostly do when there's shooting going on, and they've got a gun?"
"But how came you here at all? I thought you were to stay at--at the place where I put you."
"That was likely, wasn't it! Me loafing around the house like a tame cat among the niggers while good fighting was going on up here!"
"If you wanted to come, why not have marched with us? I asked you."
"I don't march much myself. It suits me to get around on my own legs in my own way. I told you I wouldn't go into any ranks, or tote my gun on my shoulder when it was handier to carry it on my arm. But I didn't tell you I wouldn't come up and see this thing on my own hook."
"Have you been here all day?"
"If you come to that, it's none of your business, young man. I got here about the right time of day to save your bacon, anyway. That's enough for you, ain't it?"
The rebuke8 was just, and I put no further questions.
A great stillness had fallen upon the forest behind us. In the distance, from the scrub-oak thickets9 on the lowlands by the river, there sounded from time to time the echo of a stray shot, and faint Mohawk cries of "Oonah! Oonah!" The battle was over.
"They were beginning to run away before I came down," said Enoch, in comment upon some of these dying-away yells of defeat which came to us. "They got handled too rough. If their white officers had showed themselves more, and took bigger risks, they'd have stood their ground. But these Tory fine gentlemen are a pack of cowards. They let the Injuns get killed, but they kept darned well hid themselves."
The man on the ground broke silence here.
"You lie!" he said, fiercely.
"Oh! you can talk, can you?" said Enoch. "No, I don't lie, Mr. Cross. I'm talking gospel truth. Herkimer's officers came out like men, and fought like men, and got shot by dozens; but till we struck you, I never laid eyes on one of you fellows all day long, and my eyesight's pretty good, too. Don't you think it is? I nailed you right under the nipple, there, within a hair of the button I sighted on. I leave it to you if that ain't pretty fair shooting."
The cool brutality11 of this talk revolted me. I had it on my tongue to interpose, when the wounded man spoke12 again, with a new accent of gloom in his tone.
"What have I ever done to you?" he said, with his hand upon his breast.
"Why, nothing at all, Mr. Cross," answered Enoch, amiably13. "There wasn't any feeling about it, at least on my part. I'd have potted you just as carefully if we'd been perfect strangers."
"Will you leave us here together for a little while, Enoch?" I broke in. "Come back in a few minutes; find out what the news is in the gulf14--how the fight has gone. I desire some words with this--this gentleman."
The trapper nodded at this, and started off with his cat-like, springing walk, loading his rifle as he went. "I'll turn up in about a quarter of an hour," he said.
I watched his lithe15, leather-clad figure disappear among the trees, and then wheeled around to my prostrate16 foe.
"I do not know what to say to you," I said, hesitatingly, looking down upon him.
He had taken his hand away from his breast, and was fumbling17 with it on the grass behind him. Suddenly he raised it, with a sharp cry of--
"I know what to say to you!"
There was a pistol in the air confronting me, and I, taken all aback, looked full into the black circle of its barrel as he pulled the trigger. The flint struck out a spark of flame, but it fell upon priming dampened by the wet grass.
The momentary gleam of eagerness in the pallid18 face before me died piteously away when no report came. If he had had the strength he would have thrown the useless weapon at me. As it was, it dropped from his nerveless fingers. He closed his eyes under the knit brows, upon which cold sweat stood out, and groaned19 aloud.
"I do not know what to say to you," I went on, the episode of the pistol seeming, strangely enough, to have cleared my thoughts. "For two years--yes, for five years--I have been picturing to myself some such scene as this, where you should lie overthrown20 before me, and I should crush the life out of your hateful body with my heel, as one does with snakes. But now that it has come about, I am at a strange loss for words."
"That you were not formerly," said the wounded man. "Since I have known you, you have fought always exceedingly well with your mouth. It was only in deeds that you were slow."
He made this retort with a contemptuous coolness of tone which was belied21 by his white face and drawn22 brows, and by the troubled, clinging gaze in his eyes. I found myself looking with a curious impersonal23 interest upon this heavy, large-featured countenance24, always heretofore so deeply flushed with color, and now coarsely blotched with varying depths of pallor.
"Doubtless it would be best to leave you here. None of your party will straggle this way. They have all fled. You can lie here and think of your misdeeds until-----" "Until the wolves come, you mean. Yes, go away. I prefer them to you."
The sky to the west was one great lurid25, brassy glare, overhung with banks of sinister26 clouds, a leaden purple above, fiery27 crimson28 below. The unnatural29 light fell strongly upon us both. A big shadow passed for an instant across the sunset, and we, looking instinctively30 up, saw the circling bulk of some huge bird of prey31. I shuddered32 at the sight.
"Yes, leave me to them!" he said, bitterly. "Go back and seize my lands, my house. While the beasts and the birds tear me to bits here in the forest, do you fatten33 upon my substance at home. You and they are of a kidney."
"You know I would touch nothing of yours."
"No--not even my wife!"
The thrust went home. There was a world of sardonic34 disdain35 in his voice as he spoke, but in truth I thought little of his tone. The words themselves seemed to open a gulf before my feet. Was it indeed true, in welcoming this man's death, that I was thinking of the woman it would set free--for me?
It seemed a long, long time before I found tongue again. I walked up and down among the small cedars36, fighting out in my own mind the issue of honor which had been with such brutal10 frankness raised. I could not make it seem wholly untrue--this charge he so contemptuously flung at me. There was no softening37 of my heart toward him: he was still the repellent, evil ruffian I had for years held him to be. I felt that I hated him the more because he had put me in the wrong. I went back to him, ashamed for the source of the increase of temper I trembled under, yet powerless to dissemble it.
"Why should I not kill you where you lie?" I shouted at him.
He made an effort at shrugging his shoulders, but vouchsafed38 no other reply.
"You"--I went on, in a whirl of rage at myself, at him, at the entire universe--"you have made my whole manhood bitter. I fought you the first time I saw you, when we were little boys. Even then you insulted, injured me. I have always hated you. You have always given me reason to hate you. It was you who poisoned Mr. Stewart's mind against me. It was you who stole my sweet sister away from me. Did this content you? No. You must drive the good old gentleman into paralysis39 and illness unto death--out of his mind--and you must overwhelm the poor, gentle girl with drunken brutality and cruelty, and to cap all, with desertion. And this is not enough--my God! think of it! this is not enough!--but you must come with the others to force Indian war upon our Valley, upon your old neighbors! There are hundreds lying dead here to-day in these woods--honest men whose wives, parents, little children, are waiting for them at home. They will never lay eyes on them again. Why? Because of you and your scoundrel friends. You have done too much mischief40 already. It is high time to put an end to you."
The wounded man had listened to me wearily, with his free hand clutched tight over his wound, and the other tearing spasmodically at the grass beside him.
"I am bleeding to death," he said, with a voice obviously weakened since his last preceding words. "So much the better for you. You would like it so. You are not bold enough to knock me on the head, or merciful enough to go about your business and leave me in peace. I ought to be above bandying words with you; nor would I if it did not take my mind from my hurt. You are right--you have always been my enemy. You were jealous of me as a little boy. You had an apron42, and you envied me my coat. When, like a fool, I came again to this cursed wilderness43, your sour face rose up in front of me like an ugly dream. It was my first disagreeable thing. Still you were jealous of me, for I was a gentleman; you were a skin-pedler. I married a maiden44 who had beauty and wit enough to grace my station, even though she had not been born to it. It was you who turned her mind against me, and incited45 her to unhappiness in the home I had given her. It was you who made a damned rebel out of her, and drove me into going to Canada. She has ever been more your friend than mine. You are of her sort. An English gentleman could rightly have had no part or lot with either of you. Go back to her now--tell her you left me here waiting for the wolves--and that my dying message was--"
He followed with some painfully bitter and malignant46 words which I have not the heart to set down here in cold blood against him.
"Let me see your wound," I said, when he had finished and sank back, exhausted47.
I knelt beside him and opened his green coat, and the fine, ruffled48 shirt beneath it. Both were soaked with blood on the whole right side, but the soft cambric had, in a measure, checked the flow. He made no resistance, and I spread over the ugly aperture49 some of the plaster with which my mother had fitted me out, and bound it fast, with some difficulty, by passing my sash under his body and winding50 it about his chest.
He kept his eyes closed while I was doing this. I could not tell whether he was conscious or not. Nor could I explain to myself why I was concerning myself with his wound. Was it to save, if possible, his life? Was it to lengthen51 out his term of torture here in the great final solitude52, helplessly facing the end, with snarling53 wolves and screaming kites for his death-watch? I scarcely knew which.
I try now to retrace54 the courses by which my thoughts, in the confused searchings of those few moments, reached finally a good conclusion; but the effort is beyond my powers. I know only that all at once it became quite clear to my mind that I must not leave my enemy to die. How much of this was due to purely55 physical compassion56 for suffering, how much to the higher pleadings of humanity, how much to the feeling that his taunts57 of baseness must be proved untrue, I cannot say.
I was still kneeling beside him, I know, when Enoch suddenly stood in front of me. His practised footsteps had made no sound. He glanced gravely at me and at the white, inanimate face of Cross. Emotions did not play lightly upon Enoch's leather-like visage; there was nothing in his look to tell whether he was surprised or not.
"Well, what news? How has the day gone?" I asked him.
"Your people hold the gulf. The British have gone back. It seems they were attacked in their rear from the fort. The woods are full of dead men."
"What is Herkimer going to do?"
"They were making a litter to carry him off the field. They are going home again--down the Valley."
"So, then, we have lost the fight."
"Well, seeing that every three sound men have got to tote back one wounded man, and that about half the people you brought here are dead to begin with, it don't look much like a victory, does it?"
"But the British have retreated, you say, and there was a sortie from the fort?"
"Yes, it's about six of one and half-dozen of t'other. I should say that both sides had got their bellyful of fighting. I guess they'll both want to rest for a spell."
I made no answer, being lost in a maze58 of thoughts upon the hideous59 carnage of the day, and upon what was likely to come of it. Enoch went on:
"They seemed to be pretty nigh through with their litter-making. They must be about ready to start. You'd better be spry if you want to go along with 'em."
"Did you speak to any one of me? Did you tell them where I was?"
"I ain't quite a fool, young man," said the trapper, with a gaunt sort of smile. "If they'd caught sight of me, I wouldn't have got much chance to explain about myself, let alone you. It kind of occurred to me that strangers found loafing around in the woods wouldn't get much of an opening for polite conversation just now--especially if those strangers were fellows who had come down from Sillinger's camp with letters only a fortnight ago."
All this time Cross had been stretched at my knees, with his eyes closed. He opened them here, at Enoch's last words, and broke into our conversation with a weak, strangely altered voice:
"I know you now--damn you! I couldn't think before. You are the fellow I gave my letters to, there on Buck60's Island. I paid you your own price--in hard gold--and now you shoot me in return. You are on the right side now. You make a good rebel."
"Now look here, Mr. Cross," put in Enoch, with just a trace of temper in his tone. "You paid me to carry those letters because I was going that way, and I carried 'em straight. You didn't pay me for anything else, and you couldn't, neither. There ain't been gold enough minted yet to hire me to fight for your King George against Congress. Put that in your pipe and smoke it!"
"Come, Enoch," I here interrupted, "enough of that. The man is suffering. You must not vex61 him further by words."
"Suffering or not," returned the trapper, "he might keep a civil tongue in his head.--Why, I even did something you didn't pay me for," he went on, scowling62 down at the prostrate soldier. "I delivered your message here to this man" (indicating me with a gesture of his thumb)--"all that, you know, about cutting out his heart when you met him, and feeding it to a Missisague dog."
Enoch's grim features relaxed into a sardonic smile as he added: "There may be more or less heart-eating round about here presently, but it don't look much as if it would be his, and the dogs that'll do it don't belong to anybody--not even to a Missisague buck."
The wounded man's frame shook under a spasm41 of shuddering63, and he glowered64 at us both wildly, with a look half-wrath, half-pitiful pleading, which helped me the better to make up my mind.
Enoch had turned to me once more:
"Come," he said, "we better hustle65 along. It will be all right with me so long as I am with you, and there is no time to lose. They must be starting from the gulf by this time. If we step along brisk, we'll soon catch them. As for this chap here, I guess we'd better leave him. He won't last long anyway, and your folks don't want any wounded prisoners. They've got too many litters to carry already."
"No," I made answer, with my resolve clear now before me. "We will make our own litter, and we will carry him to his home ourselves--by the river--away from the others."
"The hell you say!" said Enoch.
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| v.战栗( shudder的现在分词 )；发抖；（机器、车辆等）突然震动；颤动 | |
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| v.推搡；竭力兜售或获取；催促；n.奔忙(碌) | |
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