“So that is the infamous2 Captain Toby,” I thought, as I started back to the inn, all agog3 over this discovery. “Monsieur le Capitaine, the sky spy, accessory to a thousand murders! Another of Dennheimer’s recruits. Well, he has his reward.” He would have fared worse, I consoled myself, if he had fallen within the allied4 lines.
But already (though I would not acknowledge it) I had begun to feel the first pangs5 of regret, not because I had denounced him, but because I had not at least brought him back and left him in his cave where I had found him. For if, indeed, I wished to leave his punishment to Providence6, it would have seemed only fair to return him to the spot where Providence had placed him when I intervened.
I began to wonder how he had drifted so far and what were the circumstances of his tragic7 flight. The broken cable told much, but what was the experience which had left him with a tottering8, broken will—the victim of hideous9 fear and haunting guilt10? He had evidently a hazy11 recollection of landing in the darkness, for he had asked me, in his eager, furtive12 way, if David Balfour had reached his destination at night.
I believed that his condition had been worse—was perhaps getting better when I first saw him. And I pictured his being carried through the darkness, a crazed victim locked in his little car, storm-tossed perhaps, borne over those majestic13 peaks, beating against his glass enclosure in crying fright, and at last dragged across rough canons and over rocks and crawling out of the wreckage15 in the blackness of night in this unknown country. I pictured him wandering aimlessly among the hills and glens, in storm and tempest perhaps, and finally finding refuge in his lone16 cave.
Before I had reached the inn I turned and retraced17 my steps to the scene of our parting, but he was gone. I was siezed with remorse18. The night was coming on, and the thought of the poor wretch19 stricken anew by the shock of my tirade20, roaming aimlessly among those caverns21, went to my heart.
This, I thought, was not the way Uncle Sam treated his enemy prisoners. I went back to his cave hoping that I might find him there, but there was no sign of him, and I turned back toward the inn remorsefully22.
And now I did not spare myself. I recalled my effort to find excuse, or at least a plausible23 explanation, for Tom Slade’s truckling to the enemy, because he was my young friend’s pal24 and lived in my own home town. I recalled my agreeable pastime of recounting the episodes of his loyal service, and of how I had put into the background that dark secret of the Scuppers. But for this poor, half demented creature, who was punished already, I had had nothing but heartless contempt and loathing25. I would have thought shame to dishonor that grave in Pevy. Yet here was I dishonoring the dead—for was not this wretched thing dead in a way?
I cannot tell you of the pangs I suffered as the night drew on. Herr Twann, who had shown little sympathy or interest in our unhappy neighbor, seemed like a saint now compared to myself. A fine bungle26 I had made of my kind intent! I have seen wounded soldiers handled pretty roughly, but never one with genuine shell shock.
To my host and his good wife I said nothing of what I had learned—much less of what I had done, but all through the evening I nursed my remorse in silence.
As luck would have it, the night blew up cold and stormy. There is a keenness to the slightest breeze in these parts and I have wondered whether it is because of the narrow valleys it passes through, causing, as one might say, a perpetual draft. The rain comes in gusts27.
Well, on this memorable28 night there was not so much as a star to be seen—only the tiny light away up on Ollon peak, which I always thought must be a star. Some hermit29 monks30 lived there, I understood, and lonely enough it must have been for them. Down in St. Craix we could see the lights, dimmed by the misty31 thickness of the blown rain, disappear one after another as the good peasant people went to their beds, and as I watched them from our tap-room window, I felt that no human being should be abroad in those mountains on such a night. Once there came a tap upon our door and I thought it might be that poor distracted soul, but it was only Laff Turtman, the herdsman, for a warming draught32 of kirschwasser. He was on his way down to Craix with his sheep, and I could see them out in the path, making a kind of community of warmth by crowding together. The blazing fire in our tap-room was cheerful that night and we all sat about it.
At last I could stand it no longer and taking my host’s oilskin cape33 and hat from their peg34, I announced that I was going to see if the Gray Meteor was all right, that being the name they always called him by. It pleased me to assume that he would be in his cave, and I would not entertain the thought that he was not there. But he was nowhere about the place. Outside were the two smooth sticks that he was wont35 to rub together with such childish confidence of getting a spark from them, and it went to my heart to see them lying there. The rain was streaming down the cliff above his cave and pouring over the opening like a waterfall.
I was thoroughly36 alarmed now, but what to do I did not know. I cannot say I had any sympathy for him more than any Christian37 would have for the lowest wretch cast adrift on such a night. I was in two minds whether to go all the way down into the village, but what could I do there? Awaken38 the good people out of their slumbers39?
It was intolerable to do nothing, and I ended by doing the only other thing I could think of, and that was to pick my way through all that drenching40 rain and darkness to the wreck14 of his balloon. Now that he had seen it again, I suspected it would have a kind of fascination41 for him.
But he was not there and I was at my wits’ end. The wreck looked tragic and uncanny enough in the night, the hollow, wrinkled bag moving to and fro, and simulating the stirrings of some crouching42 thing among the rocks. I groped about among the wreckage of the car and found a dented43, rusted44 spyglass, which had doubtless stolen many a secret from behind our lines, and a jack-knife, so rusted that I could not open it. This I took—I do not know why.
Suddenly through the rain I heard a sound near me and peering about I saw a goggled45 head bobbing close by.
“Who is it—speak,” I demanded, and I am afraid my voice was not quite steady.
But there was no answer and approaching I found it to be only an airman’s helmet hanging from a hook in the broken moulding. Even as I felt of it I started at a rustling46 sound beneath me, but I supposed it was only some small creature of the mountains who had made the forlorn ruin its home.
I had no wish to linger there and started homeward, drenched47 and utterly48 miserable49. Nor will I deny that this weird50 spectacle in those rugged51, dark-enshrouded mountains, had made me the prey52 of shadowy forebodings and uncanny fancies. I, too, must start at every little sound and shudder53 with a sort of vague apprehension54. I cannot describe it any better than to say that I felt as if something dreadful were going to happen. I thought how the war had pushed its long, bloody55 tentacles56 out to the farthest corner of the world—causing murder in some tropic village, suicide in the ice-bound north—horror and destruction everywhere. And it was here upon these neutral Alpine57 hills, this war, stalking in the form of one distraught and guilty soul, who had been cast up here with all his crimes upon his head. “One cannot get away from it,” I said.
I felt it, I knew it—that something, I knew not what, but something, was going to happen.
点击收听单词发音
1 forth | |
adv.向前;向外,往外 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 infamous | |
adj.声名狼藉的,臭名昭著的,邪恶的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 agog | |
adj.兴奋的,有强烈兴趣的; adv.渴望地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 allied | |
adj.协约国的;同盟国的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 pangs | |
突然的剧痛( pang的名词复数 ); 悲痛 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 providence | |
n.深谋远虑,天道,天意;远见;节约;上帝 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 tragic | |
adj.悲剧的,悲剧性的,悲惨的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 tottering | |
adj.蹒跚的,动摇的v.走得或动得不稳( totter的现在分词 );踉跄;蹒跚;摇摇欲坠 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 hideous | |
adj.丑陋的,可憎的,可怕的,恐怖的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 guilt | |
n.犯罪;内疚;过失,罪责 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 hazy | |
adj.有薄雾的,朦胧的;不肯定的,模糊的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 furtive | |
adj.鬼鬼崇崇的,偷偷摸摸的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 majestic | |
adj.雄伟的,壮丽的,庄严的,威严的,崇高的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 wreck | |
n.失事,遇难;沉船;vt.(船等)失事,遇难 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 wreckage | |
n.(失事飞机等的)残骸,破坏,毁坏 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 lone | |
adj.孤寂的,单独的;唯一的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 retraced | |
v.折回( retrace的过去式和过去分词 );回忆;回顾;追溯 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 remorse | |
n.痛恨,悔恨,自责 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 wretch | |
n.可怜的人,不幸的人;卑鄙的人 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 tirade | |
n.冗长的攻击性演说 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 caverns | |
大山洞,大洞穴( cavern的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 remorsefully | |
adv.极为懊悔地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 plausible | |
adj.似真实的,似乎有理的,似乎可信的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 pal | |
n.朋友,伙伴,同志;vi.结为友 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 loathing | |
n.厌恶,憎恨v.憎恨,厌恶( loathe的现在分词);极不喜欢 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 bungle | |
v.搞糟;n.拙劣的工作 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 gusts | |
一阵强风( gust的名词复数 ); (怒、笑等的)爆发; (感情的)迸发; 发作 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 memorable | |
adj.值得回忆的,难忘的,特别的,显著的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 hermit | |
n.隐士,修道者;隐居 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30 monks | |
n.修道士,僧侣( monk的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31 misty | |
adj.雾蒙蒙的,有雾的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
32 draught | |
n.拉,牵引,拖;一网(饮,吸,阵);顿服药量,通风;v.起草,设计 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
33 cape | |
n.海角,岬;披肩,短披风 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
34 peg | |
n.木栓,木钉;vt.用木钉钉,用短桩固定 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
35 wont | |
adj.习惯于;v.习惯;n.习惯 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
36 thoroughly | |
adv.完全地,彻底地,十足地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
37 Christian | |
adj.基督教徒的;n.基督教徒 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
38 awaken | |
vi.醒,觉醒;vt.唤醒,使觉醒,唤起,激起 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
39 slumbers | |
睡眠,安眠( slumber的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
40 drenching | |
n.湿透v.使湿透( drench的现在分词 );在某人(某物)上大量使用(某液体) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
41 fascination | |
n.令人着迷的事物,魅力,迷恋 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
42 crouching | |
v.屈膝,蹲伏( crouch的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
43 dented | |
v.使产生凹痕( dent的过去式和过去分词 );损害;伤害;挫伤(信心、名誉等) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
44 rusted | |
v.(使)生锈( rust的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
45 goggled | |
adj.戴护目镜的v.睁大眼睛瞪视, (惊讶的)转动眼珠( goggle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
46 rustling | |
n. 瑟瑟声,沙沙声 adj. 发沙沙声的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
47 drenched | |
adj.湿透的;充满的v.使湿透( drench的过去式和过去分词 );在某人(某物)上大量使用(某液体) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
48 utterly | |
adv.完全地,绝对地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
49 miserable | |
adj.悲惨的,痛苦的;可怜的,糟糕的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
50 weird | |
adj.古怪的,离奇的;怪诞的,神秘而可怕的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
51 rugged | |
adj.高低不平的,粗糙的,粗壮的,强健的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
52 prey | |
n.被掠食者,牺牲者,掠食;v.捕食,掠夺,折磨 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
53 shudder | |
v.战粟,震动,剧烈地摇晃;n.战粟,抖动 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
54 apprehension | |
n.理解,领悟;逮捕,拘捕;忧虑 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
55 bloody | |
adj.非常的的;流血的;残忍的;adv.很;vt.血染 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
56 tentacles | |
n.触手( tentacle的名词复数 );触角;触须;触毛 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
57 alpine | |
adj.高山的;n.高山植物 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |