osc.am2.redprophet-第21章

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st。　And　second；　you　heard　my　request　in　the　first　place。　You're　a　dead　man；　Hooch。〃
　　〃Fine　with　me；〃　said　Hooch。　〃Make　it　a　real　scratchy　rope；　too。　A　good　and　tall　gallows；　with　a　twenty…foot　drop。　I　want　a　hanging　that　folks'll　remember　for　a　long　time。〃
　　〃You'll　get　a　tree　limb　and　we'll　raise　the　rope　up　slow；　so　you　strangle　instead　of　breaking　your　neck。〃
　　〃Just　so　it's　memorable；〃　said　Hooch。
　　Harrison　called　in　some　soldiers　and　had　them　take　Hooch　back　to　jail。　This　time　they　did　a　little　kicking　and　poking；　so　Hooch　had　a　whole　new　batch　of　bruises；　and　maybe　a　broken　rib。
　　He　also　didn't　have　much　time。
　　So　he　lay　down　real　calm　on　the　floor　of　the　jail。　The　drunks　were　gone；　but　the　three　brawlers　were　still　there；　using　all　the　cots；　the　floor　was　all　that　was　available。　Hooch　didn't　much　care。　He　knew　Harrison　would　give　him　an　hour　or　two　to　think　about　it；　then　take　him　out　and　put　the　rope　around　his　neck　and　kill　him。　He　might　pretend　to　give　him　one　last　chance；　of　course；　but　he　wouldn't　mean　it；　because　now　he　wouldn't　trust　Hooch。　Hooch　had　told　him　no；　and　so　he'd　never　trust　him　to　carry　out　the　assignment　if　he　let　him　go。
　　Well；　Hooch　planned　to　use　the　time　wisely。　He　started　out　pretty　simply。　He　closed　his　eyes　and　let　some　heat　build　up　inside　him。　A　spark。　And　then　he　sent　that　spark　outside　himself。　It　was　like　what　doodlebugs　said　they　did；　sending　out　their　bug　to　go　searching　underground　and　see　what　it　could　see。　He　set　his　spark　to　searching　and　pretty　soon　he　found　what　he　was　looking　for。　Governor　Bill's　own　house。　His　spark　was　too　far　away　by　now　for　him　to　find　some　particular　spot　in　the　house。　And　his　aim　couldn't　be　too　tight。　So　instead　he　just　pumped　all　his　hate　and　rage　and　pain　into　the　spark；　built　it　hotter　and　hotter　and　hotter。　He　let　himself　go　like　he　never　done　before　in　his　life。　And　he　kept　pushing　it　and　pushing　it　until　he　started　hearing　that　most　wele　sound。
　　〃Fire！　Fire！〃　The　shouts　came　from　outside；　from　far　away；　but　more　and　more　people　took　up　the　cry。　Gunshots　went　off　　distress　signals。
　　The　three　brawlers　heard　it；　too。　One　of　them　stepped　on　Hooch　where　he　was　lying　on　the　floor；　they　were　in　such　a　hurry。　Stood　at　the　door；　they　did；　rattling　and　shouting　at　the　guard。　〃Let　us　out！　Don't　go　trying　to　fight　that　fire　without　letting　us　out　first！　Don't　let　us　die　in　here！〃
　　Hooch　hardly　noticed　the　man　stepping　on　him；　he　already　hurt　so　bad。　Instead　he　just　lay　there；　using　his　spark　again；　only　this　time　heating　up　the　metal　inside　the　lock　of　the　jail　door。　Now　his　aim　was　tight　and　his　spark　could　get　much　hotter。
　　The　guard　came　in　and　put　his　key　in　the　lock；　turned　it；　opened　the　door。　〃You　boys　can　e　on　out；〃　he　said。　〃Sergeant　said　so；　we　need　you　to　help　with　the　fire　brigade。〃
　　Hooch　struggled　to　his　feet；　but　the　guard　straight…armed　him　and　shoved　him　back　into　the　cell。　Hooch　wasn't　surprised。　But　he　made　the　spark　go　hotter　yet；　so　hot　that　now　the　iron　of　the　lock　melted　inside。　It　even　glowed　red　a　little。　The　guard　slammed　the　door　shut　and　went　to　turn　the　key。　By　now　it　was　so　hot　that　it　burned　his　hand。　He　cussed　and　went　for　his　shirttail　to　try　and　grab　the　key；　but　Hooch　kicked　the　door　open；　knocking　the　guard　down。　He　stomped　the　guard　in　the　face　and　kicked　his　head；　which　probably　broke　his　neck；　but　Hooch　didn't　think　of　that　as　murder。　He　thought　of　it　as　justice；　cause　the　guard　had　been　all　set　to　leave　him　locked　in　his　cell　to　burn　to　death。
　　Hooch　walked　on　out　of　the　jail。　Nobody　paid　him　much　attention。　He　couldn't　see　the　mansion　from　here；　but　he　could　see　the　smoke　rising。　Sky　was　low　and　grey。　Probably　it'd　rain　before　it　burned　the　stockade。　Hooch　sure　hoped　not；　though。　Hoped　the　whole　place　burned　to　the　ground。　It　was　one　thing　to　want　to　kill　off　Reds；　that　was　fine　with　Hooch；　he　and　Harrison　saw　eye　to　eye　on　that。　Kill　them　with　likker　if　you　can；　bullets　if　you　can't。　But　you　don't　go　killing　White　folks；　you　don't　go　hiring　Reds　to　torture　White　babies。　Maybe　to　Harrison　it　was　all　part　of　the　same　thing。　Maybe　to　him　it　was　like　White　soldiers　having　to　die　in　a　war　with　Reds；　only　the　soldiers'd　just　be　a　little　younger。　All　in　a　good　cause；　right？　Maybe　Harrison　could　think　that　way；　but　Hooch　couldn't。　It　actually　took　him　by　surprise；　to　tell　the　truth。　He　was　more　like　Andrew　Jackson　than　he　ever　supposed。　He　had　a　line　he　wouldn't　cross。　He　drew　it　in　a　different　place　than　old　Hickory　did；　but　still；　he　had　a　line；　and　he'd　die　before　he　crossed　it。
　　Of　course　he　didn't　reckon　to　die　if　he　could　help　it。　He　couldn't　go　out　the　stockade　gate；　cause　the　bucket　line　to　the　river　would　go　through　there　and　he'd　be　seen。　But　it　was　easy　enough　to　climb　up　to　the　parapet。　The　soldiers　weren't　exactly　keeping　a　lookout。　He　clambered　over　the　wall　and　dropped　down　outside　the　fort。　Nobody　saw　him。　He　walked　the　ten　yards　into　the　woods；　then　made　his　way　　slowly；　cause　his　ribs　hurt　pretty　bad　and　he　was　a　little　weak　from　so　much　sparking；　it　took　something　out　of　him　　through　the　woods　to　the　riverbank。
　　He　came　out　of　the　woods　on　the　far　side　of　the　open　area　around　the　wharf。　There　was　his　flatboat；　still　loaded　up　with　all　his　kegs。　And　his　poleboys　standing　around；　watching　the　bucket　brigade　dipping　into　the　river　some　thirty　yards　farther　upstream。　It　didn't　surprise　Hooch　a　bit　that　his　poleboys　weren't　over　there　helping　with　the　buckets。　They　weren't　exactly　the　public…spirited　type。
　　Hooch　walked　out　onto　the　wharf；　beckoning　for　the　poleboys　to　e　join　him。　He　jumped　down　to　the　flatboat；　stumbled　a　little；　from　being　weak　and　hurting。　He　turned　around　to　tell　his　boys　what　was　happening；　why　they　had　to　push　off；　but　they　hadn't　followed。　They　just　stood　there　on　the　bank；　looking　at　him。　He　beckoned　again；　but　they　didn't　make　a　move　to　e。
　　Well；　then；　he'd　go　without　them。　He　was　even　moving　toward　the　rope；　to　cast　off　and　pole　himself　away；　when　he　realized　that　not　all　the　poleboys　were　on　shore。　No；　there　was　one　missing。　And　he　knew　right　where　that　missing　boy　would　be。　Right　there　on　the　flatboat；　standing　right　behind　him；　reaching　out　his　hands。　Mike　Fink　wasn't　the　knifing　kind。　Oh；　he'd　knife　you　if　he　had　to；　but　he'd　rather　kill　with　his　bare　hands。　He　used　to　say　something　about　killing　with　a　knife；　some　parison　with　whores　and　a　broomstick。　Anyway；　that's　why　Hooch　knew　that　it　wouldn't　be　a　knife。　That　it　wouldn't　be　quick。　Harrison　must've　known　Hooch　might　get　away；　so　he　bought　off　Mike　Fink；　and　now　Fink　would　kill　him　sure。
　　Sure；　but　slow。　And　slow　gave　Hooch　time。　Time　to　make　sure　he　didn't　die　alone。
　　So　as　the　fingers　closed　around　his　throat　and　cinched　tight；　much　tighter　than　Hooch　ever　imagined；　clamping　him　so　he　thought　his　head　would　get　wrung　right　off；　he　forced　himself　to　make　his　spark　go；　to　find　that　keg；　that　one　place；　he　knew　right　where　the　place　was　on　the　flatboat；　to　hot　up　that　keg；　as　hot　as　he　could；　hotter；　hotter　And　he　waited　for　the　explosion；　waited　and　waited；　but　it　never　came。　It　felt　like　Fink's　fingers　had　pressed　through　the　front　of　his　throat　clear　to　the　spine；　and　he　felt　all　his　muscles　just　give　way；　he　felt　himself　kicking；　his　lungs　heaving　to　try　to　suck　in　air　that　just　wouldn't　e；　but　he　kept　his　spark　going　till　the　last　second；　waiting　for　the　gunpowder　keg　to　blow。
　　Then　he　died。
　　Mike　Fink　hung　on　to　him　for　another　whole　minute　after　he　was　dead；　maybe　just　cause　he　liked　the　feel　of　a　dead　man　dangling　from　his　hands。　Hard　to　tell　with　Mike　Fink。　Some　folks　said　he　was　as　nice　a　man　as　you　could　hope　to　find；　when　he　was　in　the　mood。　Sure　that's　what　Mike　thought　of　himself。　He　liked　to　be　nice　and　hive　friends　and　drink　real　sociable。　But　when　it　came　to　killing；　well；　he　liked　that　too。
　　But　you　can't　just　hang　on　to　a　dead　body　forever。　For　one　thing；　somebody's　going　to　start　plaining　about　it　or　maybe　puking。　So　he　shoved　Hooch's　body　off　into　the　water。
　　〃Smoke；〃　said　one　of　the　poleboys；　pointing。
　　Sure　enough；　there　was　smoke　ing；　out　of　the　middle　of　the　pile　of　kegs。
　　〃It's　the　gunpowder　keg！〃　shouted　one　of　them。
　　Well；　the　poleboys　took　off　running　to　get　away　from　the　explosion；　but　Mike　Fink　just　laughed　and　laughed。　He　walked　over　and　started　unloading　kegs；　hoisting　them　onto　the　wharf；　unloading　them　until　he　got　to　the　middle　where　there　was　a　keg　with　a　fuse　ing　out　of　it。　He　didn't　pick　that　one　up　with　his　hands；　though。　He　tipped　it　over　with；　his　heel；　then　kind　of　rolled　it　along　till　it　was　on　the　open　area　around　the　edge　of　the　boat。
　　By　now　the　poleboys　had　e　back　to　see　what　was　going　on；　since　it　looked　pretty　much　like　Mike　Fink　wasn't　going　to　blow　up　after　all。　〃Hatchet；〃　Mike　called　out；　and　one　of　the　boys　tossed　him　the　one　he　kept　in　a　sheath　at　his　belt。　It　took　a　few　good　whacks；　but　the　top　finally　sprung　off　the　keg；　and　a　whole　cloud　of　steam　came　up。　The　water　inside　was　so　hot　it　was　still　boiling。
　　〃You　mean　it　wasn't　gunpowder　after　all？〃　asked　of　the　boys。　Not　a　bright　one；　but　then　not　many　rivermen　was　famous　for　brains。
　　〃Oh；　it　was　gunpowder　when　he　set　it　down　here；〃　said　Mike。　〃Back　in　Suskwahenny。　But　you　don't　think　Mike　Fink'd　go　all　the　way　down　the　Hio　River　on　the　same　flatboat　with　a　keg　of　powder　with　a　fuse　ing　out　of　it；　do　you？〃
　　Then　Mike　jumped　off　the　boat　up　onto　the　wharf　and　bellowed　at　the　top　of　his　voice；　so　loud　that　they　heard　him　clear　inside　the　fort；　so　loud　that　the　bucket　brigade　stopped　long　enough　to　listen。
　　〃My　name　is　Mike　Fink；　boys；　and　I'm　the　meanest　lowdown　son　of　an　alligator　that　ever　bit　off　the　head　of　a　buffalo！　I　eat　growed　men's　ears　for　breakfast　and　bears'　ears　for　supper；　and　when　I'm　thirsty　I　can　drink　enough　to　stop　Niagara　from　falling。　When　I　piss　folks　get　on　flatboats　and　float　downstream　for　fifty　mile；　and　when　I　fart　the　Frenchmen　catch　the　air　in　bottles　and　sell　it　for　perfume。　I'm　Mike　Fink；　and　this　my　flatboat；　and　if　you　miserable　little　pukes　ever　put　that　fire　out；　there's　a　free　pint　of　whisky　in　it　for　every　one　of　you！〃
　　Then　Mike　Fink　led　the　poleboys　over　and　joined　the　bucket　brigade；　and　they　slowed　the　fire　down　until　the　rain　came　and　put　it　out。
　　That　night；　with　all　the　soldiers　drinking　and　singing；　Mike　Fink　was　sitting　up　sober　as　you　please；　feeling　pretty　good　about　finally　being　in　the　likker　business　for　himself。　Only　one　of　the　poleboys　was　with　him　now；　the　youngest　fellow；　who　kind　of　looked　up　to　Fink。　The　boy　was　setting　there　playing　with　the　fuse　that　used　to　go　into　a　gunpowder　keg。
　　〃This　fuse　wasn't　lit；〃　said　the　poleboy。
　　〃No；　I　reckon　not；〃　said　Mike　Fink。
　　〃Well；　how'd　the　water　get　to　boiling　then？〃
　　〃Reckon　Hooch　had　a　few　tricks　up　his　sleeve。　Reckon　Hooch　had　something　to　do　with　the　fire　in　the　fort。〃
　　〃You　knew　that；　didn't　you？〃
　　Fink　shook　his　head。　〃Nope；　just　lucky。　I'm　just　plain　lucky。　I　just　get　a　feeling　about　things；　like　I　had　a　feeling　about　that　gunpowder　keg；　and　I　just　do　what　I　feel　like　doing。　〃
　　〃You　mean　like　a　knack？〃
　　In　answer；　Fink　stood　up　and　pulled　down　his　trousers。　There　on　his　left　buttock