Down through the last race of the rapids came a canoe paddle, and began revolving8 slowly in the eddies9. Blackstock pointed10 it out to Jim, and sent him in after it. The dog swam for it gaily11, grabbed it by the top so that it could trail at his side, and brought it to his master's feet. It was a good paddle, of clean bird's-eye maple12 and Melicite pattern, and Tug Blackstock wondered who could have been so careless as to lose it. Carelessness is a vice13 regarded with small leniency14 in the backwoods.
A few minutes later down the rapids came wallowing a water-logged birch-canoe. The other things which had started out with it, the cushions and blankets and bundles, had got themselves tangled15 in the rocks and left behind.
At sight of the wrecked16 canoe, Tug Blackstock rose to his feet. He began to suspect another of the tragedies of Dead Man's Run. But what river-man would come to grief in the Run at this stage of the water? Blackstock turned to an old dug-out which lay hauled up on the shore, ran it down into the water and paddled out to salvage17 the wrecked canoe. He towed it to shore, emptied it, and scrutinized18 it. He thought he knew every canoe on the river, but this one was a stranger to him. It had evidently been brought across the Portage from the east coast. Then he found, burnt into the inside of the gunwale near the bow, the letters J.C.M.W.
"The Englishman," he muttered. "He's let the canoe git away from him at the head of the Run, likely, when he's gone ashore19. He'd never have tried to shoot the Run alone, an' him with no experience of rapids."
But he was uneasy. He decided20 that he would get his own canoe and pole up through the rapids, just to satisfy himself.
Tug Blackstock's canoe, a strong and swift "Fredericton" of polished canvas, built on the lines of a racing21 birch, was kept under cover in his wood shed at the end of the village street. He shouldered it, carrying it over his head with the mid22 bar across his shoulders, and bore it down to the water's edge. Then he went back and fetched his two canoe poles and his paddles.
Waving Jim into the bow, he was just about to push off when his narrowed eyes caught sight of something else rolling and threshing helplessly down the rapid. Only too well he saw what it was. His face pale with concern, he thrust the canoe violently up into the tail of the rapid, just in time to catch the blindly sprawling23 shape before it could sink to the depths of the pool. Tenderly he lifted it out upon the shore. It was battered24 almost out of recognition, but he knew it.
"Poor devil! Poor devil!" he muttered sorrowfully. "He was a man all right, but he didn't understand rapids for shucks!"
Then he noticed that in the dead man's right hand was clutched a tiny child's jacket. He understood—he saw the whole scene, and he swore compassionately25 under his breath, as he unloosed the rigid26 fingers. Alive or dead, the little one must be found at once.
He called Jim sharply, and showed him the soaked red jacket. Jim sniffed27 at it, but the wearer's scent28 was long ago soaked out of it. He looked it over, and pawed it, wagging his tail doubtfully. He could see it was a small child's jacket, but what was he expected to do with it?
After a few moments, Tug Blackstock patted the jacket vigorously, and then waved his arm up-stream.
"Go, find him, Jim!" he ordered. Jim, hanging upon each word and gesture, comprehended instantly. He was to find the owner of the little jacket—a child—somewhere up the river. With a series of eager yelps29—which meant that he would do all that living dog could do—he started up the shore, on the full run.
By this time the mill whistles had blown, the screaming of the saws had stopped, the men, powdered with yellow sawdust, were streaming out from the wide doors. They flocked down to the water.
In hurried words Blackstock explained the situation. Then he stepped once more into his canoe, snatched his long, steel-shod pole, and thrust his prow30 up into the wild current, leaving the dead man to the care of the coroner and the village authorities. Before he had battled his way more than a few hundred yards upwards31 through the raging smother32, two more canoes, with expert polers standing33 poised34 in them like statues, had pushed out to follow him in his search.
The rest of the crowd picked up the body and bore it away reverently35 to the court-room, with sympathetic women weeping beside it.
Racing along the open edge of the river where it was possible, tearing fiercely through thicket36 and underbrush where rapids or rocks made the river's edge impassable, the great black dog panted onwards with the sweat dripping from jaws37 and tongue. Whenever he was forced away from the river, he would return to it at every fifty yards or so, and scan each rock, shoal or sand spit with keen, sagacious eyes. He had been told to search the river—that was the plain interpretation38 of the wet jacket and of Tug Blackstock's gesture—so he wasted no time upon the woods and the undergrowth.
At last he caught sight of the little fluffy-headed figure huddled39 upon the sand spit far across the river. He stopped, stared intently, and then burst into loud, ecstatic barkings as an announcement that his search had been successful. But the noise did not carry across the tumult40 of the ledge41, and the little one slept on, exhausted42 by his terror and his grief.
It was not only the sleeping child that Jim saw. He saw the bear, and his barking broke into shrill43 yelps of alarm and appeal. He could not see that the sluice44 between the sand spit and the bank was an effective barrier, and he was frantic45 with anxiety lest the bear should attack the little one before he could come to the rescue.
His experienced eye told him in a moment that the river was impassable for him at this point. He dashed on up-stream for another couple of hundred yards, and then, where a breadth of comparatively slack water beneath a long ledge extended more than half-way across, he plunged46 in, undaunted by the clamour and the jumping, boiling foam.
Swimming mightily47, he gained a point directly above the sand spit. Then, fighting every inch of the way to get across the terrific draft of the main current, he was swept downward at a tremendous speed. But he had carried out his plan. He gained the shallow side channel, splashed down it, and darted48 up the sand spit with a menacing growl49 at the bear across the sluice.
At the sound of that harsh growl close to his ears the little one woke up and raised his head. Seeing Jim, big and black and dripping, he thought it was the bear. With a piercing scream he once more hid his face in his hands, rigid with horror. Puzzled at this reception, Jim fell to licking his hands and his ears extravagantly50, and whining51 and thrusting a coaxing52 wet nose under his arms.
At last the little fellow began to realize that these were not the actions of a foe53. Timidly he lowered his hands from his face, and looked around. Why, there was the bear, on the other side of the water, tremendous and terrible, but just where he had been this ever so long. This creature that was making such a fuss over him was plainly a dog—a kind, good dog, who was fond of little boys.
With a sigh of inexpressible relief his terror slipped from him. He flung his arms about Jim's shaggy neck and buried his face in the wet fur. And Jim, his heart swelling54 with pride, stood up and barked furiously across at the bear.
Tug Blackstock, standing in the stern of his canoe, plied55 his pole with renewed effort. Reaching the spit he strode forward, snatched the child up in his arms, and passed his great hand tenderly through that wonderful shock of whitey-gold silken curls. His eyes were moist, but his voice was hearty56 and gay, as if this meeting were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Hullo, Woolly Billy!" he cried. "What are you doin' here?"
"Daddy left me here," answered the child, his lip beginning to quiver. "Where's he gone to?"
"Oh," replied Tug Blackstock hurriedly, "yer dad was called away rather sudden, an' he sent me an' Jim, here, to look after you till he gits back. An' we'll do it, too, Woolly Billy; don't you fret57."
"My name's George Harold Manners Watson," explained the child politely.
"But we'll just call you Woolly Billy for short," said Tug Blackstock.
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v.用力拖(或拉);苦干;n.拖;苦干;拖船 | |
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