drift from two shores(漂流)-第18章
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known by a less complimentary adjective among 〃the boys；〃what would
they say to my new acquaintance？ Yet I certainly could not object to his
assuming all risks on his own personal recognizances； nor could I resist a
certain feeling of shame at my embarrassment。
We were beginning to descend。 In the distance below us already
twinkled the lights in the solitary rancho of Lone Valley。 I turned to my
companion。 〃But you have forgotten that I don't even know your name。
What am I to call you？〃
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〃That's so；〃 he said； musingly。 〃Now； let's see。 'Kearney' would be
a good name。 It's short and easy like。 Thar's a street in 'Frisco the same
title； Kearney it is。〃
〃But〃 I began impatiently。
〃Now you leave all that to me；〃 he interrupted； with a superb self…
confidence that I could not but admire。 〃The name ain't no account。 It's
the man that's responsible。 Ef I was to lay for a man that I reckoned was
named Jones； and after I fetched him I found out on the inquest that his
real name was Smith； that wouldn't make no matter； as long as I got the
man。〃
The illustration； forcible as it was； did not strike me as offering a
prepossessing introduction； but we were already at the rancho。 The
barking of dogs brought Sylvester to the door of the pretty little cottage
which his taste had adorned。
I briefly introduced Mr。 Kearney。 〃Kearney will doKearney's good
enough for me；〃 commented the soi…disant Kearney half…aloud； to my own
horror and Sylvester's evident mystification； and then he blandly excused
himself for a moment that he might personally supervise the care of his
own beast。 When he was out of ear…shot I drew the puzzled Sylvester
aside。
〃I have picked upI mean I have been picked up on the road by a
gentle maniac； whose name is not Kearney。 He is well armed and quotes
Dickens。 With care； acquiescence in his views on all subjects； and
general submission to his commands； he may be placated。 Doubtless the
spectacle of your helpless family； the contemplation of your daughter's
beauty and innocence； may touch his fine sense of humor and pathos。
Meanwhile； Heaven help you； and forgive me。〃
I ran upstairs to the little den that my hospitable host had kept always
reserved for me in my wanderings。 I lingered some time over my
ablutions； hearing the languid； gentlemanly drawl of Sylvester below；
mingled with the equally cool； easy slang of my mysterious acquaintance。
When I came down to the sitting…room I was surprised； however； to find
the self…styled Kearney quietly seated on the sofa； the gentle May
Sylvester； the 〃Lily of Lone Valley；〃 sitting with maidenly awe and
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unaffected interest on one side of him； while on the other that arrant flirt；
her cousin Kate； was practicing the pitiless archery of her eyes； with an
excitement that seemed almost real。
〃Who is your deliciously cool friend？〃 she managed to whisper to me
at supper； as I sat utterly dazed and bewildered between the enrapt May
Sylvester； who seemed to hang upon his words； and this giddy girl of the
period； who was emptying the battery of her charms in active rivalry upon
him。 〃Of course we know his name isn't Kearney。 But how romantic！
And isn't he perfectly lovely？ And who is he？〃
I replied with severe irony that I was not aware what foreign potentate
was then traveling incognito in the Sierras of California； but that when his
royal highness was pleased to inform me； I should be glad to introduce
him properly。 〃Until then；〃 I added； 〃I fear the acquaintance must be
Morganatic。〃
〃You're only jealous of him；〃 she said pertly。 〃Look at Mayshe is
completely fascinated。 And her father； too。〃 And actually； the languid；
world…sick； cynical Sylvester was regarding him with a boyish interest and
enthusiasm almost incompatible with his nature。 Yet I submit honestly to
the clear…headed reason of my own sex； that I could see nothing more in
the man than I have already delivered to the reader。
In the middle of an exciting story of adventure； of which he； to the
already prejudiced mind of his fair auditors； was evidently the hero； he
stopped suddenly。
〃It's only some pack train passing the bridge on the lower trail；〃
explained Sylvester； 〃go on。〃
〃It may be my horse is a trifle oneasy in the stable；〃 said the alleged
Kearney； 〃he ain't used to boards and covering。〃 Heaven only knows
what wild and delicious revelation lay in the statement of this fact； but the
girls looked at each other with cheeks pink with excitement as Kearney
arose； and； with quiet absence of ceremony； quitted the table。
〃Ain't he just lovely？〃 said Kate； gasping for breath； 〃and so witty。〃
〃Witty！〃 said the gentle May； with just the slightest trace of defiance in
her sweet voice； 〃witty； my dear？ why； don't you see that his heart is just
breaking with pathos？ Witty； indeed； why； when he was speaking of that
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poor Mexican woman that was hung； I saw the tears gather in his eyes。
Witty； indeed！〃
〃Tears；〃 laughed the cynical Sylvester； 〃tears； idle tears。 Why； you
silly children； the man is a man of the world； a philosopher； quiet；
observant； unassuming。〃
〃Unassuming！〃 Was Sylvester intoxicated； or had the mysterious
stranger mixed the 〃insane verb〃 with the family pottage？ He returned
before I could answer this self…asked inquiry； and resumed coolly his
broken narrative。 Finding myself forgotten in the man I had so long
hesitated to introduce to my friends； I retired to rest early； only to hear；
through the thin partitions； two hours later； enthusiastic praises of the new
guest from the voluble lips of the girls； as they chatted in the next room
before retiring。
At midnight I was startled by the sound of horses' hoofs and the
jingling of spurs below。 A conversation between my host and some
mysterious personage in the darkness was carried on in such a low tone
that I could not learn its import。 As the cavalcade rode away I raised the
window。
〃What's the matter？〃
〃Nothing；〃 said Sylvester； coolly； 〃only another one of those playful
homicidal freaks peculiar to the country。 A man was shot by Cherokee
Jack over at Lagrange this morning； and that was the sheriff of Calaveras
and his posse hunting him。 I told him I'd seen nobody but you and your
friend。 By the way； I hope the cursed noise hasn't disturbed him。 The
poor fellow looked as if he wanted rest。〃
I thought so； too。 Nevertheless； I went softly to his room。 It was
empty。 My impression was that he had distanced the sheriff of Calaveras
about two hours。
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A GHOST OF THE SIERRAS
It was a vast silence of pines； redolent with balsamic breath； and
muffled with the dry dust of dead bark and matted mosses。 Lying on our
backs； we looked upward through a hundred feet of clear； unbroken
interval to the first lateral branches that formed the flat canopy above us。
Here and there the fierce sun； from whose active persecution we had just
escaped； searched for us through the woods； but its keen blade was dulled
and turned aside by intercostal boughs； and its brightness dissipated in
nebulous mists throughout the roofing of the dim； brown aisles around us。
We were in another atmosphere； under another sky； indeed； in another
world than the dazzling one we had just quitted。 The grave silence
seemed so much a part of the grateful coolness； that we hesitated to speak；
and for some moments lay quietly outstretched on the pine tassels where
we had first thrown ourselves。 Finally； a voice broke the silence：
〃Ask the old Major； he knows all about it！〃
The person here alluded to under that military title was myself。 I
hardly need explain to any Californian that it by no means followed that I
was a 〃Major；〃 or that I was 〃old；〃 or that I knew anything about 〃it；〃 or
indeed what 〃it〃 referred to。 The whole remark was merely one of the
usual conventional feelers to conversation；a kind of social preamble；
quite common to our slangy camp intercourse。 Nevertheless； as I was
always known as the Major； perhaps for no better reason than that the
speaker； an old journalist； was always called Doctor； I recognized the fact
so far as to kick aside an intervening saddle； so that I could see the
speaker's face on a level with my own； and said nothing。
〃About ghosts！〃 said the Doctor； after a pause； which nobody broke or
was expected to break。 〃Ghosts； sir！ That's what we want to know。
What are we doing here in this blanked old mausoleum of Calaveras
County； if it isn't to find out something about 'em； eh？〃
Nobody replied。
〃Thar's that haunted house at Cave City。 Can't be more than a mile or
two away； anyhow。 Used to be just off the trail。〃
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A dead silence。
The Doctor （addressing space generally） 〃Yes； s
