the lost road-第37章

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Even　though　I　tried　to　drown　their　voices　by　beating　on　the　Kid's
typewriter。　　I　was　taking　my　third　lesson；　and　I　had　printed；　〃I
Amm　5w　writjng　This；　5wjth　my　own　lilly　w？ite　handS；〃　when　I
heard　the　Kid　saying：

〃You　can　beat　the　game　this　way。　　Let　John　buy　you　a　ticket　to　the
Piraeus。　　If　you　go　from　one　Greek　port　to　another　you　don't　need
a　vise。　　But；　if　you　book　from　here　to　Italy；　you　must　get　a　permit
from　the　Italian　consul；　and　our　consul；　and　the　police。　　The　plot
is　to　get　out　of　the　war　zone；　isn't　it？　Well；　then；　my　dope　is　to　get
out　quick；　and　map　the　rest　of　your　trip　when　you're　safe　in　Athens。〃

It　was　no　business　of　mine；　but　I　had　to　look　up。　　The　stranger
was　now　pacing　the　floor。　　I　noticed　that　while　his　face　was
almost　black　with　tan；　his　upper　lip　was　quite　white。　　I　noticed
also　that　he　had　his　hands　in　the　pockets　of　one　of　John's　blue
serge　suits；　and　that　the　pink　silk　shirt　he　wore　was　one　that
once　had　belonged　to　the　Kid。　　Except　for　the　pink　shirt；　in　the
appearance　of　the　young　man　there　was　nothing　unusual。　　He　was
of　a　familiar　type。　　He　looked　like　a　young　business　man　from　our
Middle　West；　matter…of…fact　and　unimaginative；　but　capable　and
self…reliant。　　If　he　had　had　a　fountain　pen　in　his　upper　waistcoat
pocket；　I　would　have　guessed　he　was　an　insurance　agent；　or　the
publicity　man　for　a　new　automobile。　　John　picked　up　his　hat；
and　said；　〃That's　good　advice。　　Give　me　your　steamer　ticket；　Fred；
and　I'll　have　them　change　it。〃　　He　went　out；　but　he　did　not　ask
Fred　to　go　with　him。

Uncle　Jim　rose；　and　murmured　something　about　the　Cafe　Roma；
and　tea。　　But　neither　did　he　invite　Fred　to　go　with　him。　　Instead；
he　told　him　to　make　himself　at　home；　and　if　he　wanted　anything
the　waiter　would　bring　it　from　the　cafe　downstairs。　　Then　the　Kid；
as　though　he　also　was　uncomfortable　at　being　left　alone　with　us；
hurried　to　the　door。　　〃Going　to　get　you　a　suit…case；〃　he　explained。
〃Back　in　five　minutes。〃

The　stranger　made　no　answer。　　Probably　he　did　not　hear　him。　　Not　a
hundred　feet　from　our　windows　three　Greek　steamers　were　huddled
together；　and　the　eyes　of　the　American　were　fixed　on　them。　　The
one　for　which　John　had　gone　to　buy　him　a　new　ticket　lay　nearest。
She　was　to　sail　in　two　hours。　　Impatiently；　in　short　quick　steps；
the　stranger　paced　the　length　of　the　room；　but　when　he　turned　and
so　could　see　the　harbor；　he　walked　slowly；　devouring　it　with　his
eyes。　　For　some　time；　in　silence；　he　repeated　this　manoeuvre；　and
then　the　complaints　of　the　typewriter　disturbed　him。　　He　halted
and　observed　my　struggles。　　Under　his　scornful　eye；　in　my
embarrassment　I　frequently　hit　the　right　letter。　　〃You　a
newspaper　man；　too？〃　he　asked。　　I　boasted　I　was；　but
begged　not　to　be　judged　by　my　typewriting。

〃I　got　some　great　stories　to　write　when　I　get　back　to　God's　country；〃
he　announced。　　〃I　was　a　reporter　for　two　years　in　Kansas　City　before
the　war；　and　now　I'm　going　back　to　lecture　and　write。　　I　got　enough
material　to　keep　me　at　work　for　five　years。　　All　kinds　of　stuff
specials；　fiction；　stories；　personal　experiences；　maybe　a　novel。〃

I　regarded　him　with　envy。　　For　the　correspondents　in　the
greatest　of　all　wars　the　pickings　had　been　meagre。　　〃You
are　to　be　congratulated；〃　I　said。　　He　brushed　aside　my
congratulations。　　〃For　what？〃　he　demanded。　　〃I　didn't　go
after　the　stories；　they　came　to　me。　　The　things　I　saw　I　had
to　see。　　Couldn't　get　away　from　them。　　I've　been　with　the
British；　serving　in　the　R。　A。　M。　C。　　Been　hospital　steward；
stretcher　bearer；　ambulance　driver。　　I've　been　sixteen　months
at　the　front；　and　all　the　time　on　the　firing…line。　　I　was　in　the
retreat　from　Mons；　with　French　on　the　Marne；　at　Ypres；　all
through　the　winter　fighting　along　the　Canal；　on　the　Gallipoli
Peninsula；　and；　just　lately；　in　Servia。　　I've　seen　more　of　this
war　than　any　soldier。　　Because；　sometimes；　they　give　the　soldier
a　rest；　they　never　give　the　medical　corps　a　rest。　　The　only　rest　I
got　was　when　I　was　wounded。〃

He　seemed　no　worse　for　his　wounds；　so　again　I　tendered
congratulations。　　This　time　he　accepted　them。　　The　recollection
of　the　things　he　had　seen；　things　incredible；　terrible；　unique　in
human　experience；　had　stirred　him。　　He　talked　on；　not　boastfully；
but　in　a　tone；　rather；　of　awe　and　disbelief；　as　though　assuring
himself　that　it　was　really　he　to　whom　such　things　had　happened。

〃I　don't　believe　there's　any　kind　of　fighting　I　haven't　seen；〃　he
declared；　〃hand…to…hand　fighting　with　bayonets；　grenades；　gun
butts。　　I've　seen　'em　on　their　knees　in　the　mud　choking　each
other；　beating　each　other　with　their　bare　fists。　　I've　seen　every
kind　of　airship；　bomb；　shell；　poison　gas；　every　kind　of　wound。
Seen　whole　villages　turned　into　a　brickyard　in　twenty　minutes；
in　Servia　seen　bodies　of　women　frozen　to　death；　bodies　of　babies
starved　to　death；　seen　men　in　Belgium　swinging　from　trees；　along
the　Yzer　for　three　months　I　saw　the　bodies　of　men　I'd　known
sticking　out　of　the　mud；　or　hung　up　on　the　barb　wire；　with　the
crows　picking　them。

〃I've　seen　some　of　the　nerviest　stunts　that　ever　were　pulled　off
in　history。　　I've　seen　real　heroes。　　Time　and　time　again　I've　seen
a　man　throw　away　his　life　for　his　officer；　or　for　a　chap　he　didn't
know；　just　as　though　it　was　a　cigarette　butt。　　I've　seen　the　women
nurses　of　our　corps　steer　a　car　into　a　village　and　yank　out　a　wounded
man　while　shells　were　breaking　under　the　wheels　and　the　houses
were　pitching　into　the　streets。〃　　He　stopped　and　laughed　consciously。

〃Understand；〃　he　warned　me；　〃I'm　not　talking　about　myself；　only　of
things　I've　seen。　　The　things　I'm　going　to　put　in　my　book。　　It　ought
to　be　a　pretty　good　book…what？〃

My　envy　had　been　washed　clean　in　admiration。

〃It　will　make　a　wonderful　book；〃　I　agreed。　　〃Are　you　going　to
syndicate　it　first？〃

Young　Mr。　Hamlin　frowned　importantly。

〃I　was　thinking；〃　he　said；　〃of　asking　John　for　letters　to　the　magazine
editors。　　So；　they'll　know　I'm　not　faking；　that　I've　really　been　through
it　all。　　Letters　from　John　would　help　a　lot。〃　　Then　he　asked　anxiously：
〃They　would；　wouldn't　they？〃

I　reassured　him。　　Remembering　the　Kid's　gibes　at　John　and　his
numerous　dependents；　I　said：　〃You　another　college　chum　of　John's？〃
The　young　man　answered　my　question　quite　seriously。　　〃No；〃　he　said；
〃John　graduated　before　I　entered；　but　we　belong　to　the　same　fraternity。
It　was　the　luckiest　chance　in　the　world　my　finding　him　here。　　There　was
a　month…old　copy　of　the　Balkan　News　blowing　around　camp；　and　his
name　was　in　the　list　of　arrivals。　　The　moment　I　found　he　was　in　Salonika；
I　asked　for　twelve　hours　leave；　and　came　down　in　an　ambulance。　　I　made
straight　for　John；　gave　him　the　grip；　and　put　it　up　to　him　to　help　me。〃

〃I　don't　understand；〃　I　said。　　〃I　thought　you　were　sailing　on　the
Adriaticus？〃

The　young　man　was　again　pacing　the　floor。　　He　halted　and　faced　the
harbor。

〃You　bet　I'm　sailing　on　the　Adriaticus；〃　he　said。　　He　looked　out　at
that　vessel；　at　the　Blue　Peter　flying　from　her　foremast；　and　grinned。
〃In　just　two　hours！〃

It　was　stupid　of　me；　but　I　still　was　unenlightened。　　〃But　your　twelve
hours'　leave？〃　I　asked。

The　young　man　laughed。　　〃They　can　take　my　twelve　hours'　leave；〃
he　said　deliberately；　〃and　feed　it　to　the　chickens。　　I'm　beating　it。〃

〃What　d'you　mean；　you're　beating　it？〃

〃What　do　you　suppose　I　mean？〃　he　demanded。　　〃What　do　you
suppose　I'm　doing　out　of　uniform；　what　do　you　suppose　I'm　lying
low　in　the　room　for？　So's　I　won't　catch　cold？〃

〃If　you're　leaving　the　army　without　a　discharge；　and　without
permission；〃　I　said；　〃I　suppose　you　know　it's　desertion。〃

Mr。　Hamlin　laughed　easily。　　〃It's　not　my　army；〃　he　said。　〃I'm　an
American。〃

〃It's　your　desertion；〃　I　suggested。

The　door　opened　and　closed　noiselessly；　and　Billy；　entering；
placed　a　new　travelling　bag　on　the　floor。　　He　must　have　heard　my
last　words；　for　he　looked　inquiringly　at　each　of　us。　　But　he　did
not　speak　and；　walking　to　the　window；　stood　with　his　hands　in　his
pockets；　staring　out　at　the　harbor。　　His　presence　seemed　to　encourage
the　young　man。　　〃Who　knows　I'm　deserting？〃　he　demanded。　　〃No
one's　ever　seen　me　in　Salonika　before；　and　in　these　'cits'　I　can　get　on
board　all　right。　　And　then　they　can't　touch　me。　　What　do　the　folks　at
home　care　how　I　left　the　British　army？　They'll　be　so　darned　glad　to
get　me　back　alive　that　they　won't　ask　if　I　walked　out　or　was　kicked
out。　　I　should　worry！〃

〃It's　none　of　my　business；〃　I　began；　but　I　was　interrupted。　　In
his　restless　pacings　the　young　man　turned　quickly。

〃As　you　say；〃　he　remarked　icily；　〃it　is　none　of　your　business。
It's　none　of　your　business　whether　I　get　shot　as　a　deserter；　or
go　home；　or〃

〃You　can　go　to　the　devil　for　all　I　care；〃　I　assured　him。　　〃I
wasn't　considering　you　at　all。　　I　was　only　sorry　that　I'll　never
be　able　to　read　your　book。〃

For　a　moment　Mr。　Hamlin　remained　silent；　then　he　burst　forth
with　a　jeer。

〃No　British　firing　squad；〃　he　boasted；　〃will　ever　stand　me　up。〃

〃Maybe　not；〃　I　agreed；　〃but　you　will　never　write　that　book。〃

Again　there　was　silence；　and　this　time　it　was　broken　by　the　Kid。
He　turned　from　the　window　and　looked　toward　Hamlin。　　〃That's
right！〃　he　said。

He　sat　down　on　the　edge　of　the　table；　and　at　the　deserter　pointed
his　forefinger。

〃Son；〃　he　said；　〃this　war　is　some　war。　　It's　the　biggest　war　in
history；　and　folks　will　be　talking　about　nothing　else　for　the　next
ninety　years；　folks　that　never　were　nearer　it　than　Bay　City；　Mich。
But　you　won't　talk　about　it。　　And　you've　been　all　through　it。
You've　been　to　hell　and　back　again。　　Compared　with　what　you
know　about　hell；　Dante　is　in　the　same　class　with　Dr。　Cook。　　But
you　won't　be　able　to　talk　about　this　war；　or　lecture；　or　write　a
book　about　it。〃

〃I　won't？〃　demanded　Hamlin。　　〃And　why　won't　I？〃

〃Because　of　what　you're　doing　now；〃　said　Billy。　　〃Because
you're　queering　yourself。　　Now；　you've　got　everything。〃　　The
Kid　was　very　much　in　earnest。　　His　tone　was　intimate；　kind；　and
friendly。　　〃You've　seen　everything；　done　everything。　　We'd　give
our　eye…teeth　to　see　what　you've　seen；　and　to　write　the　things　you
can　write。　　You've　got　a　record　now　that'll　last　you　until　you're
dead；　and　your　grandchildren　are　dead…and　then　some。　　When
you　talk　the　table　will　have　to　sit　up　and　listen。　　You　can　say　'I
was　there。'　　'I　was　in　it。'　　'I　saw。'　　'I　know。'　　When　this　war　is
over　you'll　have　everything　out　of　it　that's　worth　getting…all
the　experiences；　all　the　inside　knowledge；　all　the　'nosebag'
news；　you'll　have　wounds；　honors；　medals；　money；　reputation。
And　you're　throwing　all　that　away！〃

Mr。　Hamlin　interrupted　savagely。

〃To　hell　with　their　medals；〃　he　said。　　〃They　can　take　their　medals
and　hang　'em　on　Christmas　trees。　　I　don't　owe　the　British　army
anything。　　It　owes　me。　　I've　done　my　bit。　　I've　earned　what　I've
got；　and　there's　no　one　can　take　it　away　from　me。〃

〃You　can；〃　said　the　Kid。　　Before　Hamlin　could　reply　the　door
opened　and　John　came　in；　followed　by　Uncle　Jim。　　The　older
man　was　looking　very　grave；　and　John　very　unhappy。　　Hamlin
turned　quickly　to　John。

〃I　thought　these　men　were　friends　of　yours；〃　he　began；　〃and
Americans。　　They're　fine　Americans。　　They're　as　full　of　human
kindness　an