michael, brother of jerry-第26章
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long tail； which lashed from one side to the other and back again in an abrupt； angry； but monotonous manner。
Never removing its eyes from Cocky； the cat advanced slowly until it paused not six feet away。 Only the tail lashed back and forth； and only the eyes gleamed like jewels in the full light of the window they faced； the vertical pupils contracting to scarcely perceptible black slits。
And Cocky； who could not know death with the clearness of concept of a human； nevertheless was not altogether unaware that the end of all things was terribly impending。 As he watched the cat deliberately crouch for the spring； Cocky； gallant mote of life that he was； betrayed his one and forgivable panic。
〃Cocky！ Cocky！〃 he called plaintively to the blind； insensate walls。
It was his call to all the world； and all powers and things and two…legged men…creatures； and Steward in particular； and Kwaque； and Michael。 The burden of his call was： 〃It is I； Cocky。 I am very small and very frail； and this is a monster to destroy me； and I love the light； bright world； and I want to live and to continue to live in the brightness； and I am so very small； and I'm a good little fellow； with a good little heart； and I cannot battle with this huge； furry； hungry thing that is going to devour me； and I want help； help； help。 I am Cocky。 Everybody knows me。 I am Cocky。〃
This； and much more； was contained in his two calls of： 〃Cocky！ Cocky！〃
And there was no answer from the blind walls； from the hall outside； nor from all the world； and； his moment of panic over； Cocky was his brave little self again。 He sat motionless on the windowsill； his head cocked to the side； with one unwavering eye regarding on the floor； so perilously near； the eternal enemy of all his kind。
The human quality of his voice had startled the gutter…cat； causing her to forgo her spring as she flattened down her ears and bellied closer to the floor。
And in the silence that followed； a blue…bottle fly buzzed rowdily against an adjacent window…pane； with occasional loud bumps against the glass tokening that he too had his tragedy； a prisoner pent by baffling transparency from the bright world that blazed so immediately beyond。
Nor was the gutter…cat without her ill and hurt of life。 Hunger hurt her； and hurt her meagre breasts that should have been full for the seven feeble and mewing little ones； replicas of her save that their eyes were not yet open and that they were grotesquely unsteady on their soft； young legs。 She remembered them by the hurt of her breasts and the prod of her instinct； also she remembered them by vision； so that； by the subtle chemistry of her brain； she could see them； by way of the broken screen across the ventilator hole； down into the cellar in the dark rubbish…corner under the stairway； where she had stolen her lair and birthed her litter。
And the vision of them； and the hurt of her hunger stirred her afresh； so that she gathered her body and measured the distance for the leap。 But Cocky was himself again。
〃Devil be damned！ Devil be damned！〃 he shouted his loudest and most belligerent； as he ruffled like a bravo at the gutter…cat beneath him； so that he sent her crouching； with startlement； lower to the floor； her ears wilting rigidly flat and down； her tail lashing； her head turning about the room so that her eyes might penetrate its obscurest corners in quest of the human whose voice had so cried out。
All of which the gutter…cat did； despite the positive evidence of her senses that this human noise had proceeded from the white bird itself on the window…sill。
The bottle fly bumped once again against its invisible prison wall in the silence that ensued。 The gutter…cat prepared and sprang with sudden decision； landing where Cocky had perched the fraction of a second before。 Cocky had darted to the side； but； even as he darted； and as the cat landed on the sill； the cat's paw flashed out sidewise and Cocky leaped straight up； beating the air with his wings so little used to flying。 The gutter…cat reared on her hind…legs； smote upward with one paw as a child might strike with its hat at a butterfly。 But there was weight in the cat's paw； and the claws of it were outspread like so many hooks。
Struck in mid…air； a trifle of a flying machine； all its delicate gears tangled and disrupted； Cocky fell to the floor in a shower of white feathers； which； like snowflakes； eddied slowly down after； and after the plummet…like descent of the cat； so that some of them came to rest on her back； startling her tense nerves with their gentle impact and making her crouch closer while she shot a swift glance around and overhead for any danger that might threaten。
CHAPTER XXI
Harry Del Mar found only a few white feathers on the floor of Dag Daughtry's room in the Bowhead Lodging House； and from the landlady learned what had happened to Michael。 The first thing Harry Del Mar did； still retaining his taxi； was to locate the residence of Doctor Emory and make sure that Michael was confined in an outhouse in the back yard。 Next he engaged passage on the steamship Umatilla； sailing for Seattle and Puget Sound ports at daylight。 And next he packed his luggage and paid his bills。
In the meantime； a wordy war was occurring in Walter Merritt Emory's office。
〃The man's yelling his head off；〃 Doctor Masters was contending。 〃The police had to rap him with their clubs in the ambulance。 He was violent。 He wanted his dog。 It can't be done。 It's too raw。 You can't steal his dog this way。 He'll make a howl in the papers。〃
〃Huh！〃 quoth Walter Merritt Emory。 〃I'd like to see a reporter with backbone enough to go within talking distance of a leper in the pest…house。 And I'd like to see the editor who wouldn't send a pest…house letter （granting it'd been smuggled past the guards） out to be burned the very second he became aware of its source。 Don't you worry； Doc。 There won't be any noise in the papers。〃
〃But leprosy！ Public health！ The dog has been exposed to his master。 The dog itself is a peripatetic source of infection。〃
〃Contagion is the better and more technical word； Doc。；〃 Walter Merritt Emory soothed with the sting of superior knowledge。
〃Contagion； then；〃 Doctor Masters took him up。 〃The public must be considered。 It must not run the risk of being infected〃
〃Of contracting the contagion；〃 the other corrected smoothly。
〃Call it what you will。 The public〃
〃Poppycock；〃 said Walter Merritt Emory。 〃What you don't know about leprosy； and what the rest of the board of health doesn't know about leprosy； would fill more books than have been compiled by the men who have expertly studied the disease。 The one thing they have eternally tried； and are eternally trying； is to inoculate one animal outside man with the leprosy that is peculiar to man。 Horses； rabbits； rats； donkeys； monkeys； mice； and dogs heavens； they have tried it on them all； tens of thousands of times and a hundred thousand times ten thousand times； and never a successful inoculation！ They have never succeeded in inoculating it on one man from another。 Herelet me show you。〃
And from his shelves Waiter Merritt Emory began pulling down his authorities。
〃Amazing 。 。 。 most interesting 。 。 。 〃 Doctor Masters continued to emit from time to time as he followed the expert guidance of the other through the books。 〃I never dreamed 。 。 。 the amount of work they have done is astounding 。 。 。 〃
〃But；〃 he said in conclusion； 〃there is no convincing a layman of the matter contained on your shelves。 Nor can I so convince my public。 Nor will I try to。 Besides； the man is consigned to the living death of life…long imprisonment in the pest…house。 You know the beastly hole it is。 He loves the dog。 He's mad over it。 Let him have it。 I tell you it's rotten unfair and cruel； and I won't stand for it。〃
〃Yes； you will；〃 Walter Merritt Emory assured him coolly。 〃And I'll tell you why。〃
He told him。 He said things that no doctor should say to another； but which a politician may well say； and has often said； to another politicianthings which cannot bear repeating； if； for no other reason； because they are too humiliating and too little conducive to pride for the average American citizen to know； things of the inside； secret governments of imperial municipalities which the average American citizen； voting free as a king at the polls； fondly thinks he manages； things which are； on rare occasion； partly unburied and promptly reburied in the tomes of reports of Lexow Committees and Federal Commissions。
And Walter Merritt Emory won his desire of Michael against Doctor Masters； had his wife dine with him at Jules' that evening and took her to see Margaret Anglin in celebration of the victory； returned home at one in the morning； in his pyjamas went out to take a last look at Michael； and found no Michael。
The pest…house of San Francisco； as is naturally the case with pest…houses in all American cities； was situated on the bleakest； remotest； forlornest； cheapest space of land owned by the city。 Poorly protected from the Pacific Ocean； chill winds and dense fog…banks whistled and swirled sadly across the sand…dunes。 Picnicking parties never came there； nor did small boys hunting birds' nests or playing at being wild Indians。 The only class of frequenters was the suicides； who； sad of life； sought the saddest landscape as a fitting scene in which to end。 And； because they so ended； they never repeated their visits。
The outlook from the windows was not inspiriting。 A quarter of a mile in either direction； looking out along the shallow canyon of the sand…hills； Dag Daughtry could see the sentry…boxes of the guards； themselves armed and more prone to kill than to lay hands on any escaping pest…man； much less persuavively discuss with him the advisability of his return to the prison house。
On the opposing sides of the prospect from the windows of the four walls of the pest…house were trees。 Eucalyptus they were； but not the royal monarchs that their brothers are in native habitats。 Poorly planted； by politics； illy attended； by politics； decimated and many times repeatedly decimated by the hostile forces of their environment； a straggling corporal's guard of survivors； they thrust their branches； twisted and distorted； as if writhing in agony； into the air。 Scrub of growth they were； expending the major portion of their meagre nourishment in their roots that crawled seaward through the insufficient sand for anchorage against the prevailing gales。
Not even so far as the sentry…boxes were Daughtry and Kwaque permitted to stroll。 A hundred yards inside was the dead…line。 Here； the guards came hastily to deposit food…supplies； medicines； and written doctors' instructions； retreating as hastily as they came。 Here； also； was a blackboard upon which Daughtry was instructed to chalk up his needs and requests in letters of such size that they could be read from a distance。 And on this board； for many days； he wrote； not demands for beer； although the six… quart daily custom had been broken sharply off； but demands like：
WHERE IS MY DOG？ HE IS AN IRISH TERRIER。 HE IS ROUGH…COATED。 HIS NAME IS KILLENY BOY。 I WANT MY DOG。 I WANT TO TA
