Frank knew so little of his father’s business or occupation that he could conceive of no cause for worriment. When his advances met with little response he asked: “Have you got a headache, papa?”
“No—yes, child. My head troubles me some. Be as quiet as you can.”
“Will it disturb you if I play checkers with Ernest, papa?” 89
He directed the boys to go to bed early. They slept together and he threw himself on the lounge without taking off his clothes.
Ernest slept well. When he woke up at eight o’clock he saw that Frank was still sleeping, but his host was already up.
Juba came into the room.
“Get up, children,” she said. “Breakfast is ready.”
“Where is papa?” asked Frank.
“He took breakfast an hour ago, honey.”
“What made him get up so early?”
“’Portant business called him away.”
“Where’s Uncle John?”
“He hasn’t been home.”
“Has he got ’portant business too?”
“’Specs he has, honey.”
“It doesn’t seem nice to take breakfast without papa,” said the little boy.
“You may consider me your papa, Frank,” observed Ernest.
“But you’re not big enough to be a papa.”
When breakfast was over there was the long day before them to be filled up in some way.
“Don’t you ever wish to go out of the cave, Frank?” asked Ernest.
“Where?” asked the little boy.
“Into the bright sunshine, out on the green grass and under the trees.”
“Yes, I think I should like it,” answered Frank thoughtfully. “But papa does not want me to go. I don’t know why. Do many little boys live in caves like me?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Can they walk about in the sunshine and play?”
“I always did.”
“Do you like it better than living here?”
“Yes.”
“Then what made you come here?” 90
This was an embarrassing question and Ernest felt that he must answer carefully.
“Your papa wanted me to make you a visit,” he replied after a pause.
“And I am glad you came. It isn’t so lonely for me. Before I had only Juba.”
“Wouldn’t she play with you?” asked Ernest with a smile.
“Juba is too old to play. I hope you will stay with me a good while.”
Ernest could not echo this wish, so he answered evasively:
“I can’t tell yet how long I shall stay. But the time will come when you will leave the cave and live like other little boys in a house.”
“Did papa tell you that?”
“He told me that he should send you to school before long.”
“What is a school like?” asked the little boy anxiously.
“There will be a good many boys, some older, some younger than yourself. You will study lessons together and play together.”
“I think that will be nice.”
“Yes, I am sure you will enjoy it.”
“Did you ever go to school?”
“Oh, yes; I went to school for some years.”
“Perhaps you will go to school with me?”
Frank laughed.
“She would look funny going to school,” he said.
“What’s dat you sayin’ ’bout Juba, Massa Ernest?” asked the old woman.
“I told Frank you might go to school with him.”
“Maybe I’d go and take care of him, honey.”
“But you wouldn’t want to study?”
“I wouldn’t study nohow. I’s a poor, ignorant nigger.”
“Don’t you think you could learn to read?”
“No, I couldn’t. It takes white folks to read.” 91
“No; Juba, when I went to school there was a colored boy in my class, and he was one of the smartest scholars we had.”
“And was he a nigger?” asked Juba.
“We didn’t call him that, but he was a colored boy. If he could learn to read I am sure you could.”
“It’s no use, chile. I’m too old now.”
Much as he liked Frank, it was irksome to Ernest to remain all day in the cave.
They got through the forenoon somehow, taking dinner at twelve o’clock.
About two o’clock Frank complained of being sleepy.
“You won’t mind if I go to sleep for an hour, Ernest?” he said.
“Oh, no,” answered Ernest. “I can read.”
Since his exploration of the day before Ernest had been longing5 to visit once more the same portion of the cave. But he wanted to go alone. He had a hope that through the aperture6 in the roof he might effect his escape. It would not do to have Frank with him, as this would interfere7 with his plan. Now the longed-for opportunity was almost at hand.
He took a volume from the bookshelf and sitting down beside the bed began to read. But his mind was not on the book, though at another time he would have enjoyed it. He watched Frank and in less than fifteen minutes saw that he was fast asleep.
Then he left the room, Juba being occupied in the kitchen. He secured his hat, as he would need it in case he effected his escape.
As he passed through that apartment in the cave where there were trunks and boxes it occurred to him to open one of them. He was rather surprised that it should be unlocked.
It was filled with a miscellaneous assortment8 of articles, but on top to his surprise and joy he recognized the envelope containing the bonds that had been taken from him.
If he left the cave he would want these, and therefore 92 he had no hesitation9 in taking them. He put them in the inside pocket of his vest and kept on his way.
In a short time he reached the spot lighted by the aperture in the roof.
The opening was large enough for him to get through, but the difficulty was that it was fifteen feet above the floor of the cave. Ernest was something of a gymnast, but it was out of his power to reach the opening through which he could obtain deliverance.
He looked about to see if there were any articles he could pile upon one another to attain10 the aperture. But the cave was quite empty of articles of any description, nor could he find any that he could move in the portions which he had already traversed.
It was aggravating11 to be so near freedom and yet unable to obtain it. Just above him, he could see the blue sky and the cheerful sunshine, while he was a prisoner in a dark cavern12.
Was there no way of reaching the opening? he asked himself.
If he had to give up hope he would feel obliged to return the envelope to the box from which he had taken it. Were its loss discovered he would of course be searched and kept in stricter seclusion13 than before.
In the room used by the outlaw as a sitting-room14 he might be able to find what he needed. But he could not remove anything without being detected, and should he return there he would possibly find Frank awake, which would spoil all.
It looked as if he would have to give up the chance that had come to him. In thoughtful mood he walked slowly back. All at once an idea struck him. In the room where the trunks and boxes were stored he had seen a long rope. Could he do anything with it?
Looking up at the aperture he noticed a jagged projection15 on one side.
“If I could attach the rope to that,” he reflected, “I could draw myself up hand over hand till I reached the top, and then it would go hard if I didn’t get out.” 93
He knew just where to look for the rope. He examined it carefully and found it very stout17 and strong.
He took it back with him. Then making a loop at one end he stood under the opening and threw it up as he would a lasso. He had to try a dozen times before he contrived18 to circle the projection with the loop.
Then pulling it taut19 he began to climb hand over hand as he had many a time done in sport. Now his deliverance depended upon it.
Slowly, foot by foot, he approached the opening, not knowing whether if he reached it he would be able to draw himself through the hole.
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adj.全神贯注的,入神的;被抢先占有的;心事重重的v.占据(某人)思想,使对…全神贯注,使专心于( preoccupy的过去式) | |
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