the cruise of the jasper b.-第23部分
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crazed with excitement of fight and storm; was leaping towards
the rail of the vessel。
Cleggett stooped to pick up a gun; but as he stooped the madman
vaulted over the bulwark and landed upon him; bearing him to the
deck。 As he struggled to his feet Lady Agatha; who had grasped a
cutlass; cut the fellow down。 The man fell back over the rail
with a cry。
For a long moment there was one continuous electric flash from
horizon to horizon; and Cleggett saw her; with windblown hair and
wide eyes and parted lips; standing poised with the red blade in
her hand beneath the driving clouds; the figure of an antique
goddess。
The next instant all was dark; her arms were around his neck in
the rain。 〃Oh; Clement;〃 she sobbed; 〃I've killed a man! I've
killed a man!〃
CHAPTER XVI
ROMANCE REGNANT
Cleggett kissed her。 。 。 。
CHAPTER XVII
MISS PRINGLE CALLS ON MR。 CLEGGETT
But the rushing onset of events struck them apart。 Out of the
night leaped danger; enhancing love and forbidding it。 From the
starboard bow Captain Abernethy shrilled a cry of warning; and
the heavy; bellowing voice of Loge shouted an answer of challenge
and ferocity。 The wind had fallen; but the lightning played from
the clouds now almost without intermission。 Cleggett saw Loge
and his followers; machete in hand; flinging themselves at the
rail。 They lifted a hoarse cheer as they came。 The fire from
the Jasper B。 had checked the assault temporarily; it had not
broken it up; once they found lodgment on the deck the superior
numbers of Loge's crowd must inevitably tell。
Loge was a dozen feet in advance of his men。 He had cast aside
the light sword which belonged to Cleggett; and now swung a grim
machete in his hand。 Cleggett flung down his gun; grasped a
cutlass; and sprang forward; his one idea to come to close
quarters with that gigantic figure of rage and power。
But before Loge reached the bulwark on one side; and while
Cleggett was bounding toward him on the other; this on…coming
group of Cleggett's foes were suddenly smitten in the rear as if
by a thunderbolt。 Out of the night and storm; mad with terror;
screaming like fiends; with distended nostrils and flying manes
and flailing hoofs; there plunged into the midst of the
assaulting party a pair of snow…white horsesastounding;
felling; trampling; scattering; filling them with confusion。 A
rocking carriage leaped and bounded behind the furious animals;
and as the horses struck the bulwark and swerved aside; its
weight and bulk; hurled like a missile among Cleggett's staggered
and struggling enemies; completed and confirmed their panic。
No troops on earth can stand the shock of a cavalry charge in the
rear and flank; few can face surprise; the boarding party;
convinced that they had fallen into a trap; melted away。 One
moment they were sweeping forward; vicious and formidable;
confident of victory; the next they were floundering weaponless;
scrambling anyhow for safety; multiplying and transforming; with
the quick imagination of panic terror; these two horses into a
troop of mounted men。
This sudden and almost spectral apparition of galloping steeds
and flying carriage; hurled upon the vessel out of the tempest;
flung; a piece of whirling chaos; from the chaotic skies; had
almost as startling an effect upon the defenders。 For a moment
they paused; with weapons uplifted; and stared。 Where an enemy
had been; there was nothing。 So doubtful Greeks or Trojans might
have paused and stared upon the plains of Ilion when some
splenetic and fickle deity burst unannounced and overwhelming
into the central clamor of the battle。
But it is in these seconds of pause and doubt that great
commanders assert themselves; it is these electric seconds from
which the hero gathers his vital lightning and forges his mordant
bolt。 Genius claims and rules these instants; and the gods are
on the side of those who boldly grasp loose wisdom and bind it
into sheaves of judgment。 Cleggett (whom Homer would have loved)
was the first to recover his poise。 He came to his decision
instantaneously。 A lesser man might have lost all by rushing
after his retreating enemies; a lesser man; carried away by
excitement; would have pursued。 Cleggett did not relax his grasp
upon the situation; he restrained his ardor。
〃Stand firm; men! Do not leave the ship;〃 he shouted。 〃The day
is ours!〃
And then; turning to Captain Abernethy; he cried:
〃We have routed them!〃
〃Look at them crazy horses!〃 screamed the Captain in reply。
The animals were rearing and struggling among the ruins of the
broken gangplank。 As the Captain spoke; they plunged aboard the
ship; and the carriage; bounding after them; overturned on the
deckhorses and carriage came down together in a welter of
splintering wheels and broken harness and crashing wood。
A negro driver; whom Cleggett now noticed for the first time;
shot clear of the mass and landed on the deck in a sitting
posture。
For a moment; there he sat; and did nothing more。 The pole broke
loose from the carriage; the traces parted; and the two big white
horses; still kicking and plunging; struggled to their feet and
free from the wreckage。 Still side by side they leaped the port
bulwark; splashed into the canal; and swam straight across it; as
if animated with the instinct of going straight ahead in that
fashion to the end of the world。 Cleggett never saw or heard of
them again。
〃Bring a lantern;〃 said Cleggett to Abernethy。 〃Let's see if this
man is badly hurt。〃
But the negro was not injured。 He rose to his feet as the
Captain brought the lightthe storm was now subsiding; and the
lightning was less frequentand stood revealed as a person of
surprising size and unusual blackness。 He was; in fact; so black
that it was no wonder that Cleggett had not seen him on the seat
of the carriage; for unless one turned a light full upon him his
face could not be seen at all after dark。 He was in a blue
livery; and his high; cockaded coachman's hat had stayed on his
head in spite of everything。
Even sitting down on the deck he had possessed an air of
patience。 When he arose and the Captain flashed the light upon
his face; it revealed a countenance full of dignified good humor。
〃Where did you come from?〃 asked Cleggett。
The negro removed the hat with the cockade before answering。 He
did it politely。 Even ceremoniously。 But he did not do it
hastily。 He had the air of one who was never inclined to do
things hastily。
〃From Newahk; sah;〃 he said。 〃Newahk; New Jehsey; sah。〃
〃But who are you?〃 said Cleggett。 〃How did you get here?〃
The negro was gazing reflectively at the broken carriage。
〃Ah yo' Mistah Cleggett; sah? Mistah Clement J。 Cleggett; sah;
the ownah of dis hyeah boat?〃
〃Yes。〃
The negro fumbled in an inner pocket and produced a card。 He
gave it to Cleggett with a deferential bow; and then announced
sonorously:
〃Miss Genevieve Pringle; sahin de cah…age; saha callin' on
Mistah Clement J。 Cleggett。〃
He completed the announcement with a dignified and courtly
gesture; which seemed to indicate that he was presenting the
ruined carriage itself to Cleggett。
〃You don't mean in that carriage?〃 cried Cleggett。
〃Yes; sah;〃 said the negro。 〃Leas'ways; she was; sah; some time
back。 Mah time an' mah 'tention done been so tooken up wif dem
incompatible hosses fo' some moments past; sah; dat I cain't say
fo' suah ef she adheahed; or ef she didn't adheah。〃
He glanced speculatively at the carriage again。 Cleggett sprang
towards the broken vehicle; expecting to find someone seriously
injured at the very least。 But; from the ruin; a precise and
high…pitched feminine voice piped out:
〃Jefferson! Kindly assist me to disentangle myself!〃
〃Yassum;〃 said the negro; moving forward in a leisurely and
dignified manner; 〃comin'; ma'am。 I hopes an' trusts; Miss
Pringle; ma'am; yo' ain't suffered none in yo' anatomy an'
phlebotomy from dis hyeah runaway。〃
With which cheerful wish Jefferson lifted respectfully; and with
a certain calm detachment; the figure of a woman from the debris。
〃Thank you; Jefferson;〃 she said。 〃I fear I am very much bruised
and shaken; but I have been feeling all my bones while lying
there; and I believe that I have sustained no fractures。〃
Miss Pringle was a woman of about fifty; small and prim。 Prim
with an unconquerable primness that neither storm nor battle nor
accident could shake。 If she had been killed in the runaway she
would have looked prim in death while awaiting the undertaker。
She must have been wet almost to those unfractured bones which
she had been feeling; her black silk dress; with its white
ruching about the neck; was torn and bedraggled; her black hat;
with its jet ornaments; was crushed and hung askew over one ear;
nevertheless; Miss Pringle conveyed at once and definitely an
impression of unassailable respectability and strong character。
〃Which of you is Mr。 Cleggett?〃 she asked; looking about her; in
the lantern light; at the crew of the Jasper B。; as she leaned
upon the arm of Jefferson; her mannerly and deliberate servitor。
〃I am Mr。 Cleggett。〃
〃Ah!〃 Miss Pringle inspected him with an eye which gleamed with
a hint of latent possibilities of belligerency。 〃Mr。 Cleggett;〃
she continued; pursing her lips; 〃I have sought an interview to
warn you that you are harboring an impostor on your ship。〃
At that moment Lady Agatha joined the group。 As the light fell
upon her Miss Pringle stepped forward and thrust an accusing; a
denunciatory finger at the Englishwoman。
〃You;〃 she said; 〃call yourself Lady Agatha Fairhaven!〃
〃I do;〃 said Lady Agatha。
〃Woman!〃 cried Miss Pringle; shaking with the stress of her moral