Osceola turned back. “Not that chimney you’re staring at! It’s got funnels1 at the top. We—”
“No—not the chimney, guy! The lightning rod! I forgot these oldtime houses had them. Quick now, with Deborah! I’ll go first. You pass her out to me.”
He leapt through the open window onto the slates2 a few feet below. Almost immediately, Osceola lifted Deborah’s limp body over the sill, where Bill caught her in his arms and hurried with his sagging3 burden toward a corner of the roof. There he put down the unconscious girl and lying flat, peered over the edge of the rotting gutter4.
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Osceola dropped beside him. “The rod looks strong enough, but do you think those rusty5 iron stanchions will stand the strain?”
“Our weight may pull a few loose, but that won’t bring the rod down. I just wanted to be sure there wasn’t any break—that it ran all the way to the ground.” He jumped to his feet. “Give me a hand with Deb.”
“But I’ll—”
“No, you won’t. I was trained to this at the Academy. Pick her up and hang her on my shoulders—not that way—head one side and legs t’other, so her body drapes round my neck. That’s it. Now rip off your belt and lash6 her wrists to her ankles. She mustn’t slip and I’ll have to use both hands on the rod. Got it fast? Fine. Will you go first?”
“No—you—I’ll help you over the edge. And Bill—we’ve only a minute or two left—”
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With Deborah’s dead weight balanced on his shoulders and the base of his neck, Bill got down on his knees and keeping firm hold of the lightning rod that ran from the chimney across the roof on raised iron stanchions, went gingerly backwards7 over the creaking gutter. Then slowly, hand over hand he let himself and his burden down the rod. Notwithstanding his confident words to Osceola, he was fearful of pulling loose the staples9, that at intervals10 of three or four feet secured the rod to the side of the house. He was obliged to use his hands as his sole means of support. If he pulled outward, pressing the rubber soles of his sneakers against the siding, the chances were the rotten wood holding the staples would give. For the same reason, he refrained from planting his feet on the stanchions themselves, as he let himself down.
The strain of the double weight was fearful. His shoulder muscles and biceps felt as though they were at the cracking point. And the corrugated11 rod lacerated the palms of his hands until they were bleeding badly.
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He was descending12 the side of the house that looked over the field and the road. Suddenly he heard a shout from below, and the answering hail from Osceola just above his head told him that the police were arriving.
“Get back! Get back—all of you!” yelled the chief. “There’s a bomb in the house—likely to explode any time now!”
Bill’s right hand slipped. For an instant he thought he was gone but he managed to gain a hold with his lacerated left. Deborah hung like a millstone about his neck. As he felt for the rod with his toes, her legs and thighs13 slipped over his right shoulder, pinning that arm to his side, and bringing the full weight of her body on the left side of his neck and head. Bill found himself in the terrible predicament of being totally unable to move—either upward or down. Searing pain shot through his left hand—his head reeled. In one more second he must drop—
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“Let go, lad—” called Mr. Dixon’s voice from below. “You’re almost down.”
Strong arms caught him about the knees. He released his grip, as they let him down. Then Deborah’s now unbearable14 weight was taken from his shoulders. Somebody far away cried—“Good Lord! the boy’s hands are in ribbons!” And Bill, for the first time in his life, fainted.
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Bang! Crash!
He felt himself hurtling through space to light head first on something fairly soft, but with a jar that almost loosened his front teeth.
“Don’t kick—that’s my face—or was,” growled15 a deep voice.
Bill was pushed violently to one side. He opened his eyes and sat up, feeling as though he had been pounded with a sledge-hammer.
“The other way—” said the same deep voice. “The wind of the thing sent us heels over teakettle.”
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Bill turned his head slowly and painfully. Beside him sat a large and husky individual in the dark uniform of the Connecticut State Police. Possibly two hundred yards away, a huge mass of debris16 was burning. Over it hung a heavy cloud of jet black smoke.
“Yes, that’s the house, or what’s left of it,” explained the policeman. “Lucky we weren’t nearer. Talk about your fireworks! Say, how are you feelin’, kid?”
“Kinda woozy, thanks.”
“Don’t mention it—”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, nuthin’—except that when you and I went up in the air, you dove headfirst into me stomach—and it sure does feel lousy!”
“Gee, that’s too bad—” Bill sympathized. “I certainly hope I didn’t dent8 your pretty belt buckle18 with my teeth—or what’s left of them! You were toting me, I take it?”
“Yeah. I was runnin’ wid you over my shoulder when the blast come.”
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“And—er—woke me up.”
“You said it. I’ll bet that head o’ yourn rammed19 into me belt buckle a good eight inches! The inside o’ me backbone20 feels black an’ blue.”
They got to their feet. Bill’s head, though aching, was now perfectly21 clear. He saw that they stood in the knee-high grass of the field. Two cars were approaching along the drive. Several groups of men were spread out over the field. He recognized Osceola, carrying Deborah in his arms. Beside him walked Mr. Dixon. They were making for the motor cars.
A familiar voice hailed Bill, and looking around, he saw Mr. Davis behind him.
“Well, that was a very pretty tumble you and the sergeant22 took a while ago,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“It kind of woke me up,” said Bill, “but our friend here says he feels like the break-up of a heavy winter.”
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“Square in the belly,” complained the policeman. He began to repeat the story of his bruised23 backbone, when Mr. Davis cut in on him.
“Goodness, Bolton, you’re covered with blood!”
“I am? Oh, it’s my hands—” Bill held out his torn palms.
Mr. Davis winced24. “Great Scott! No wonder you passed out. How you ever managed to hold on—But here we stand talking. Come on over to the police car. They’ve got a first aid kit25—we don’t want to let you in for blood poisoning.”
With the bleating26 sergeant bringing up the rear, he hurried Bill over the field to the car, where he pulled out a large tin case and laid it on the grass. Then he went to work on Bill’s hands with the deftness27 of a surgeon.
“Now then,” he said after a while, “that will hold you till you’re home and can get a doctor. This is only a makeshift.”
Bill stared at his bandaged hands. “Seems to me, Mr. Davis, you’ve made a mighty28 neat job of it. Looks like a full-fledged doctor’s work.”
“Oh, I had two years at medical school, when I was a youngster,” Davis said, as he closed the kit and replaced it in the car. “Couldn’t stand that racket longer, though, and went into business instead.”
“Well, I’m much obliged to you. Where do we go from here, now that the old gink has flew the coop and blown his house to smithereens?”
“So you saw the leader of the gang?”
“No. Only heard his voice. But you can take it from me, when it comes to being a real nasty customer, that guy wins hands down!”
Davis nodded. “I can quite believe it. You must tell us about it later. Hop17 in the car there, lean back and close your eyes. You look pretty rocky, and no wonder. I’ll have a chat with Dixon and find out what the plans are.”
Bill looked up a few minutes later as the car door opened, and saw that Davis had reappeared, with a tall man in the uniform of a police officer.
“Captain Simmonds, Mr. Bolton,” said Davis, as they took seats beside him.
“Glad to know you, Captain Simmonds,” Bill said affably, as the policeman in the driver’s seat threw the car into gear. “Sorry I can’t shake hands. Where do we go from here?”
“Back to Heartfield’s, first, Mr. Bolton. I want Mr. Davis, who, as you know, is something of a physician to take a look at Miss Lightfoot. Chief Osceola says she’s been drugged. They are in the car ahead with Mr. Dixon. Believe me, Mr. Bolton, when I say that I’ve never seen a finer piece of sheer grit29 and nerve than the way you brought the young lady down that rusty lightning rod.”
Bill shook his head. “We really ought to have waited for you chaps before we tackled that bunch in the house. But with Deb lying there on the lounge in plain sight, it seemed the only thing to do.”
“Suppose,” suggested Mr. Davis, “that you tell us about it—that is, if you feel able to do so now.”
“You see,” added Captain Simmonds, “except that we saw you shinning down the lightning rod, and that we got Chief Osceola’s warning just in time to prevent us breaking into the house, we really have no information as to what happened. The crowd of us arrived only in time to scamper30 off before the whole shebang blew up.”
“I realize that,” said Bill. Except for the burning pain in his hands and a certain stiffness in his arms and shoulder muscles, he was feeling pretty much himself again. “I’m quite able to talk about it now, and I’d like to. The sooner we get started after that old devil and put him behind the bars for keeps, the happier yours truly will be!”
“Let’s have it from the time you and the young Indian Chief left Heartfield’s,” suggested the Police Captain.
Bill told them the story in detail as the car bumped over the rutty road and his listeners sat silent, taking in every word.
“Jehosophat!” exploded Mr. Davis, when he had finished. “I’ve read about some of your other experiences, Bolton, but that is certainly one exciting tale! The old man with the wheezy voice is a maniac31, of course, but people of that type can be exceedingly clever. In some ways, they often appear absolutely normal, too. That old bird, if he is really an old man, as you guessed from his voice, may appear to be a solid and possibly useful citizen, to the majority of his friends and associates. But he’s cracked, just the same—mad as a March hare on one subject—I’ll stake my oath on it!”
“And when we know what that one thing is,” chimed in Captain Simmonds, “We’ll be a long way ahead in solving this kidnapping. So he got away in a big Fokker! There aren’t so many of those busses around. You’d recognize his voice again, of course, Mr. Bolton?”
“I’ll never be able to forget it, Captain.”
“No, I guess not. Miss Lightfoot seems to be the only person we can lay our hands on who has seen his face, and she is under the influence of a drug! My men will search the ruins of that house. It’s unlikely, though, that they’ll find any clue in what’s left of it, and the ruins will be too hot for a couple of days, unless we have rain.”
“I wouldn’t pin too much hope on Miss Lightfoot, either,” said Mr. Davis. “It’s quite possible that she is suffering from shock, as well as having been drugged.”
“You mean,” said Bill, “that after the effects of the drug wear off, she may still be unconscious?”
“It is possible. On the other hand, the drug, plus what she went through before it was administered may make it impossible to question her without jeopardizing32 the poor girl’s reason.”
Captain Simmonds frowned. “That is serious,” he admitted. “How long will it be before we can get a description of this man from her, Mr. Davis?”
“Nobody can predict that, Captain. First, the effects of the drug must either be counteracted33 or it must wear off. Then it depends entirely34 upon the condition of the young lady herself. Please don’t think me a pessimist35, but my advice is to follow any other clues you may have, and not count on Miss Lightfoot’s help at all. I’ve known cases where the patient was allowed to talk to no one for weeks.”
“My word,” said Bill. “Poor Deborah! And that is a pleasant prospect36 for us. I reckon, after what you’ve done to help us, Mr. Davis, that the Captain won’t mind my telling you that the only clue we have are the winged cartwheels, the numbered emblems37 of this organization we are up against. And so far, Mr. Davis, those silver dollars have brought us nothing but trouble.”
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slates
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| （旧时学生用以写字的）石板( slate的名词复数 )； 板岩； 石板瓦； 石板色 | |
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sagging
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gutter
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lash
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backwards
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dent
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staples
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intervals
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corrugated
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descending
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thighs
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unbearable
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growled
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debris
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hop
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buckle
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winced
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kit
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bleating
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maniac
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prospect
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