"It's a bad business," he said at last; "that wound in the head's the worst of it. The burns aren't very serious in themselves. You must keep him quiet, and I'll call again to-morrow morning."
"When ull he w?ake up?" asked Mrs. Backfield in the feeble voice her tears had left her.
"I don't know—it may be in an hour or two, it mayn't be for a week."
"A week!"
"I've known them unconscious longer than that. But, cheer up, ma'am—we're not going to let him slip past us."
The doctor went away, and after a time Reuben was able to persuade his mother to go and lie down in the next room. He had quite recovered from the shock of the explosion; indeed, he was now the only calm person in the house. He sat down by Harry's bed, gazing at the unconscious face.
How horrible everything had been! How horrible everything was still, with that loggish, inanimate thing lying there, all that was left of Beautiful Harry. Reuben wondered if he would die. If so, he had killed him—he had ignored his own inexperience and played splashy tricks with his new land. But no—he had not killed him—it was Boarzell, claiming a victim in the signal-rite of its subjection. He remembered how that thirsty ground had drunk up Harry's blood. Perhaps it would drink up much more blood before he had done with it—perhaps it would one day drink up his blood.... A vague, a sudden, a ridiculous fear clutched his thoughts; for the first time he felt afraid of the thing he had set out to conquer—for the first time Boarzell was not just unfruitful soil, harsh heather clumps3 and gorse-roots—it was something personal, opposing, vindictive4, blood-drinking.
He sprang to his feet and began pacing up and down the room. The window square was black. He was glad he could not see Boarzell with its knob of firs. Gradually the motion of his legs calmed his thoughts, he fell to pondering more ordinary things—had his mother remembered to stand the evening's milk in the cream pans? She had probably forgotten all about the curate's butter to be delivered the next morning. What had Harry done about those mangolds at Moor's Cottage? Durn it! He would have to do all the work of the farm to-morrow—how he was to manage things he didn't know, what with the dairy and the new chicks and the Alderney having garget. He stopped pacing, and chin in hand was considering the expediency5 of[Pg 48] engaging outside help, when a voice from the bed cried feebly:
"Oh!"
Reuben went to Harry's side, and bent6 over him.
"Oh," moaned his brother, "oh!—oh!"
"I'm here, old feller," said Reuben with a clumsy effort at tenderness.
"Bring a light, do—I can't abide7 this dark."
Reuben fetched the candle to the bedside.
"Where's Naomi?"
"She's asleep. Do you want her?"
"No—let her sleep. But bring me a light fur marcy's sake."
"I've brought it—it's here by the bed."
"I can't see it."
"You must—it's right in your eyes."
"I can't—oh!"
He started up in bed and gripped his brother's hand. He thrust his head forward, his eyeballs straining.
"Take it away! take it away!" he screamed.
"Wot?" cried Reuben, sick with the new-born terror.
"That black stuff in front of my eyes. Take it away! Take it away!"
He tore his hand free, and began clawing and beating at his face.
Reuben's teeth were chattering8.
"Kip calm, lad—kip calm. There's naun there, naun, I tell you."
"Oh, oh!"—screamed Harry—"Oh, oh, oh!"
The outcry brought Mrs. Backfield from the next room, Naomi shivering in her wake. Reuben was trying to hold Harry down in bed.
Through the long night they wrestled9 with him, blind and raving10. At first it seemed as if Naomi's presence soothed11 him, and he would let her stroke his arms and hands. But after a time he ceased to [Pg 49]recognise her. He gabbled about her a good deal, but did not know she was there. His delirium12 was full of strange tags—a chicken brood he was raising, a sick cow, a jaunt13 into Rye with Realf of Grandturzel, a dozen harmless homely14 things which were all transfused15 with an alien horror, all somehow made frightful16, so that Reuben felt he could never look on chickens, cows or Rye again without a shudder17.
Sometimes there were crises of extraordinary violence when he was with difficulty held down in bed, and these at last wore him out. Towards dawn he fell into a troubled sleep.
Naomi slept too, huddled18 in a chair, every now and then a sob19 quivering through her. The winter dawn slowly crept in on her, showing her pitiful figure—showing Mrs. Backfield sick and puffy with tears, Reuben dry-eyed beside the bed, and Harry respited20 in sleep. Outside the crest21 of Boarzell was once more visible in the growing light—dark, lumpish, malevolent22, against the kindling23 of the sky.
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adv.忧郁地,闷闷不乐地;阴郁地 | |
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n.(树、灌木、植物等的)丛、簇( clump的名词复数 );(土、泥等)团;块;笨重的脚步声v.(树、灌木、植物等的)丛、簇( clump的第三人称单数 );(土、泥等)团;块;笨重的脚步声 | |
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n. (机器振动发出的)咔嗒声,(鸟等)鸣,啁啾 adj. 喋喋不休的,啾啾声的 动词chatter的现在分词形式 | |
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