The tang of the northern evening drifted through the open door of the shack1, within which the contractor2 lounged in his big arm chair, smoking hard but thinking harder. Near the table, bending to let the full light from window and door fall on her work, Tressa stitched at a rip in a disreputable old vest of her father's.
The days were getting noticeably shorter, and the advance breath of the long, tight winter was beginning to add a new snap to the air. The noises of the camp drifted up over the grade fitfully, dreamily; some new hunger that might have been called homesickness was urging a new tone into the evening sounds.
Torrance, the stability of his work assured, imagined that he was supremely3 happy. But life had lost a fraction of its zip, though he refused to acknowledge it.
But Tressa knew it. Idleness was worse than medicine to her father, and for days he had been fuming4 with impatience5 for the opening of the last operation, more than a little irritable6. She knew it as she watched the smoke breathe more slowly from his lips and the pipe grow cold. Presently, without opening his eyes, he dropped the pipe on the table and nestled his head against the cushion. Tressa smiled, for she was happier than her father--and Adrian would be up shortly.
She heard the familiar whistle break out far down the sloping path beyond the grade. Higher and higher it mounted, and with hand held she listened with smiling eyes. She would keep on with her mending as if she had not heard; and the whistle would grow more impatient as it approached, calling her to reply.
Now he was half way up the slope--now only a few yards beyond the grade. She grabbed her mending and began to work industriously7. Now he was on the grade--he would see her sitting there working as if she had forgotten there was an Adrian Conrad.
But just then the whistle ceased abruptly8. That was not part of the formula, but she would not raise her eyes; he would break out in a moment more impatiently than ever, and she would look up as if she had just heard--
She looked up sooner than she reckoned, for the silence continued. Yet she anticipated only by a second Conrad's flying entrance, his face tense with a sudden alarm. Without a word he seized the rifle from its rack beside the door and dashed to the kitchen. Torrance blinked himself awake at the scurry9.
"Wha-at-what--"
Conrad turned in the kitchen doorway10 and pressed finger to lip. They found him kneeling on the floor beside the kitchen window, the rifle pointing over the sill past the side of the stable.
Torrance, still blinking with sleep, looked along the rifle barrel. For several seconds he could see nothing but the dead grey grass. Then a dim movement focussed his eyes. A hundred yards away the Indian was creeping toward them.
At intervals11 the redskin raised his head to peer across the grade. Not until he was close to the stable did he appear to notice the three watchers, then he lifted a hand and disappeared behind the stable. As he wormed his way to cover Torrance spoke12 eagerly.
"Let him have it, Adrian. I've always had my suspicions. It's some devilish trick or he wouldn't sneak13 up that way. Soon as he saw us he scrambled14 to cover. Watch for him around the other side."
But Conrad shook his head and pushed aside Torrance's extended hand; but he did not lower the rifle.
The Indian came round the other side of the stable, as Torrance had predicted, but there was no attempt at secrecy15, except that he continued to hug the ground. Torrance grunted16. Tressa sighed. Conrad lowered the rifle. The Indian crawled over the back step and lifted himself to his feet. Torrance forgot every suspicion before that smile.
"You got a nerve taking a chance like that, Big Chief. If I'd 'a' had the gun you'd 'a' got your blanket full."
"Not likely! We could hardly see you ourselves. You better drop a postcard next time. I was just in the middle of a dream that the trestle was done and I was cashing the check in Winnipeg in thousand-dollar bills, after polishing off a few bohunks for a real bang-up finale. Then in booms Conrad here and grabs the rifle, and I wake up with the feeling them bohunks are doing the polishing on me. I was mighty20 near scared. By the way, we wanted you. The Police want you to identify the bohunks in that gang the other night that tried to blow up the trestle. If you'll come down to the camp with me and pick 'em out--"
"No good." The Indian shook his head. "You shoot. No save bridge that way. Others blow up. Job never done."
Torrance's admiration21 showed in his grin. "That's thinking, Big Chief. Of course the Police don't give a cuss about the trestle, if they can get some one to hang." His face sobered. "Just the same, when this thing's off my hands and there's nothing to blow up but a pile of dirt, I'm going through the camp with an arsenal22 on me, and I'll splash blood over the ugly place till it looks like a Chicago beef-cannery. It would save transportation expenses, too. When the last shovel's dumped and the Police gone home to supper I'm going to boil over and roast a dozen bohunks alive--"
"Daddy!" chided Tressa. "He'll believe you."
"Think so?" asked Torrance delightedly. "Then here goes: Say, I'll eat my last breakfast of bohunk livers, seasoned with bohunk brains--if there are any--and as an appetiser, bohunk tongues steeped in--"
"Heap big talk," broke in the Indian wearily.
"And that," snorted Torrance, "just about puts the blinkers on that. Even strangers don't believe me. But you put before me bohunk hearts stuffed with bohunk sweetbreads--"
"He knows the belly-ache it would give a fellow, and I bet he's et more men for breakfast than I ever dreamed of murdering. If your appetite's up to it, Big Chief, take a mouthful of that thug living up on the bank above the camp. He's got all the pizen of Russia in him, flavoured with the rankest sauces of Europe."
The Indian waited.
"Shouldn't wonder," ventured the contractor, "if he's got something in his system."
"If you'll let him get in a word edgeways," laughed Tressa.
"Bohunk have big plans," grunted the Indian.
"We know that, but what's eating us is what they are."
"Indian find out."
"Then you'll do more than a squad25 of Police. But what's the charge?" He eyed the Indian with suspicion. "They're laying for you, you know."
The Indian smiled scornfully.
"That shows you know the bohunk, friend. Because there's really no need to be afraid if they're afraid of you. It's the nature of the beasts. In three or four days I'll take the starch26 out of them by hard work, but in the meantime you can help us a lot--and earn enough cartwheels for yourself to keep you in fire-water the rest of your days. Look here"--he smiled magnanimously--"for every bohunk you give me an excuse to hang there's a dollar for you. That's five hundred dollars--and it's yours with my blessing27."
"Aren't you extravagant28?" asked Tressa slyly.
He regarded his daughter with an injured expression. "You take all the pleasure from my bargains, Tressa. Make it three dollars a day, Big Chief. It sort of makes a man reckless to have his own detective force."
The contractor rubbed his chin. "What's the big idea? That's plumb31 crazy--it ain't human nature. I had an Indian working for me once--and come to think of it, it didn't take us long to strike much the same bargain--and he was the best man I ever had working for me. If there's a tribe like you and him, I'll engage the whole caboose on the spot--at the same price. And I'll give you the sweetest job an Indian ever had since the North-West Rebellion. All you need do is surround that mess of huts down there, make a noise like an apple pie, and shoot everything that comes out to take a bite--that is, after the trestle's done. If you can handle a spade and crowbar, and live on dessicated sawdust and tinned whale, you can take the shooting job on instanter. There's a good two weeks' work for you afterwards. Only start on Koppy. Eh, how's it look to you?"
"No pay Indian," repeated the Indian.
"There's a sting in the tail somewhere," Torrance muttered to his foreman. "Either he wants my calabash pipe, or he plans to land his whole family of papooses on my breakfast table while he's on the job. And their annual bath may be eleven months back. Go on, Chief, what's the answer?"
"Indian no work with P'lice."
"I don't ask you to--I don't want you to."
"Call off P'lice, then Indian find out everything."
"Mm-m! So that's the cue?" He turned his back to look meaningly at Conrad. "You want the Police called off, eh?"
"Indian no can work with P'lice."
The redskin went through exaggerated motions of peering about, his moccasins scraping noisily on the floor. Torrance began to understand.
"I see. The Police give the show away by snooping too much?"
"P'lice lookin'--bohunk good," grunted the Indian. "Nothin' doin'. Indian watchin'--bohunk not know."
"If I could I'd do what you want, but I'm not the Commissioner32. Just the same, I'll put it to them. If they bother you, truss 'em up--only don't say I advised it, or leave me your widow to look after. By the way, where is she? Tressa wants to talk the latest prairie styles with her, and how to cure freckles33. But come on into the sitting room and be comfortable."
He started for the front room, pushing the others ahead of him. Turning at the door to throw another banter34 at his guest, he faced an empty kitchen.
"By gad35! There he goes again!" He went into the sitting room and sat down with a loud sigh. "That fellow can't even leave like a civilised being, and he don't come like one. He gets on my nerves. I don't know whether it's best to go down with the trestle with a knife in my gizzard, or to die of that spooky feeling nobody's ever invented a patent medicine for since Peruna."
Sergeant36 Mahon heard the Indian's curious demand with a calmness that surprised even himself. As for Torrance, he was completely bewildered.
"I suppose it sounded fishy37 to you," Mahon reflected. "I don't quite understand why it doesn't to me--except that we've found no reason yet to suspect him. . . . Wish I could talk with him."
"You kick around here for a day or two; he's sure to turn up down the chimney or through the keyhole."
Mahon shook his head. "He doesn't want to talk to the Police. It doesn't necessarily imply guilt38 in an Indian. He's watching us as closely as he is the bohunks. I'll wager39 he knows I'm here now. The Indians never liked the Police--like a boy under his dad's eye. I guess they know they've given us our hardest jobs. You should hear Inspector40 Barker's stories." He strolled to the door and looked over the river. "He's been guarding the trestle better than any of us," he mused41.
Suddenly he swung about.
"Tell him he's got a clear course, unless something big threatens. I don't seem to be on the right track. We're only crossing and mussing trails by working separately. . . . If he won't work with me--tell him I'm trusting him."
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
shack
|
|
| adj.简陋的小屋，窝棚 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
contractor
|
|
| n.订约人，承包人，收缩肌 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
supremely
|
|
| adv.无上地，崇高地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
fuming
|
|
| 愤怒( fume的现在分词 )； 大怒； 发怒； 冒烟 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
impatience
|
|
| n.不耐烦，急躁 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
irritable
|
|
| adj.急躁的；过敏的；易怒的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
industriously
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
abruptly
|
|
| adv.突然地，出其不意地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
scurry
|
|
| vi.急匆匆地走；使急赶；催促；n.快步急跑，疾走；仓皇奔跑声；骤雨，骤雪；短距离赛马 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
doorway
|
|
| n.门口，(喻)入门；门路，途径 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
intervals
|
|
| n.[军事]间隔( interval的名词复数 )；间隔时间；[数学]区间；（戏剧、电影或音乐会的）幕间休息 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
sneak
|
|
| vt.潜行(隐藏,填石缝)；偷偷摸摸做；n.潜行；adj.暗中进行 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
scrambled
|
|
| v.快速爬行( scramble的过去式和过去分词 )；攀登；争夺；（军事飞机）紧急起飞 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
secrecy
|
|
| n.秘密，保密，隐蔽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
grunted
|
|
| （猪等）作呼噜声( grunt的过去式和过去分词 )； （指人）发出类似的哼声； 咕哝着说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
shrugged
|
|
| vt.耸肩（shrug的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
pettishly
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
pointed
|
|
| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
mighty
|
|
| adj.强有力的；巨大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
admiration
|
|
| n.钦佩，赞美，羡慕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
arsenal
|
|
| n.兵工厂，军械库 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
chuckled
|
|
| 轻声地笑( chuckle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
grumbled
|
|
| 抱怨( grumble的过去式和过去分词 )； 发牢骚； 咕哝； 发哼声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
squad
|
|
| n.班，小队，小团体；vt.把…编成班或小组 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
starch
|
|
| n.淀粉；vt.给...上浆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
blessing
|
|
| n.祈神赐福；祷告；祝福，祝愿 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
extravagant
|
|
| adj.奢侈的；过分的；(言行等)放肆的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
torrent
|
|
| n.激流，洪流；爆发，(话语等的)连发 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
stolidly
|
|
| adv.迟钝地，神经麻木地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
plumb
|
|
| adv.精确地，完全地；v.了解意义，测水深 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
commissioner
|
|
| n.（政府厅、局、处等部门）专员，长官，委员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
freckles
|
|
| n.雀斑，斑点( freckle的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
banter
|
|
| n.嘲弄，戏谑；v.取笑，逗弄，开玩笑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
gad
|
|
| n.闲逛；v.闲逛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
sergeant
|
|
| n.警官，中士 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
fishy
|
|
| adj. 值得怀疑的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
guilt
|
|
| n.犯罪；内疚；过失，罪责 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
wager
|
|
| n.赌注；vt.押注，打赌 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
inspector
|
|
| n.检查员，监察员，视察员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
mused
|
|
| v.沉思，冥想( muse的过去式和过去分词 )；沉思自语说（某事） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |