第 42 节
作者:泰达魔王      更新:2024-07-17 14:41      字数:9322
  of Sam just above them; his white eyes strained half out of their
  orbits; his white teeth chattering; and his whole visage shining
  with cold perspiration。
  〃We're discovered!〃 cried one。
  〃Down with him!〃 cried another。
  Sam heard the cocking of a pistol; but did not pause for the
  report。  He scrambled over rock and stone; through brush and brier;
  rolled down banks like a hedgehog; scrambled up others like a
  catamount。  In every direction he heard some one or other of the
  gang hemming him in。  At length he reached the rocky ridge along
  the river; one of the red…caps was hard behind him。  A steep rock
  like a wall rose directly in his way; it seemed to cut off all
  retreat; when fortunately he espied the strong; cord…like branch of
  a grapevine reaching half way down it。  He sprang at it with the
  force of a desperate man; seized it with both hands; and; being
  young and agile; succeeded in swinging himself to the summit of the
  cliff。  Here he stood in full relief against the sky; when the red…
  cap cocked his pistol and fired。  The ball whistled by Sam's head。
  With the lucky thought of a man in an emergency; he uttered a yell;
  fell to the ground; and detached at the same time a fragment of the
  rock; which tumbled with a loud splash into the river。
  〃I've done his business;〃 said the red…cap to one or two of his
  comrades as they arrived panting。  〃He'll tell no tales; except to
  the fishes in the river。〃
  His pursuers now turned to meet their companions。  Sam; sliding
  silently down the surface of the rock; let himself quietly into his
  skiff; cast loose the fastening; and abandoned himself to the rapid
  current; which in that place runs like a mill stream; and soon
  swept him off from the neighborhood。  It was not; however; until he
  had drifted a great distance that he ventured to ply his oars; when
  he made his skiff dart like an arrow through the strait of Hell
  Gate; never heeding the danger of Pot; Frying Pan; nor Hog's Back
  itself; nor did he feel himself thoroughly secure until safely
  nestled in bed in the cockloft of the ancient farmhouse of the
  Suydams。
  Here the worthy Peechy Prauw paused to take breath; and to take a
  sip of the gossip tankard that stood at his elbow。  His auditors
  remained with open mouths and outstretched necks; gaping like a
  nest of swallows for an additional mouthful。
  〃And is that all?〃 exclaimed the half…pay officer。
  〃That's all that belongs to the story;〃 said Peechy Prauw。
  〃And did Sam never find out what was buried by the red…caps?〃 said
  Wolfert eagerly; whose mind was haunted by nothing but ingots and
  doubloons。
  〃Not that I know of;〃 said Peechy; 〃he had no time to spare from
  his work; and; to tell the truth; he did not like to run the risk
  of another race among the rocks。  Besides; how should he recollect
  the spot where the grave had been digged? everything would look so
  different by daylight。  And then; where was the use of looking for
  a dead body when there was no chance of hanging the murderers?〃
  〃Aye; but are you sure it was a dead body they buried?〃 said
  Wolfert。
  〃To be sure;〃 cried Peechy Prauw exultingly。  〃Does it not haunt in
  the neighborhood to this very day?〃
  〃Haunts!〃 exclaimed several of the party; opening their eyes still
  wider; and edging their chairs still closer。
  〃Aye; haunts;〃 repeated Peechy; 〃have none of you heard of Father
  Red…cap; who haunts the old burned farmhouse in the woods; on the
  border of the Sound; near Hell Gate?〃
  〃Oh; to be sure; I've heard tell of something of the kind; but then
  I took it for some old wives' fable。〃
  〃Old wives' fable or not;〃 said Peechy Prauw; 〃that farmhouse
  stands hard by the very spot。  It's been unoccupied time out of
  mind; and stands in a lonely part of the coast; but those who fish
  in the neighborhood have often heard strange noises there; and
  lights have been seen about the wood at night; and an old fellow in
  a red cap has been seen at the windows more than once; which people
  take to be the ghost of the body buried there。  Once upon a time
  three soldiers took shelter in the building for the night; and
  rummaged it from top to bottom; when they found old Father Red…cap
  astride of a cider barrel in the cellar; with a jug in one hand and
  a goblet in the other。  He offered them a drink out of his goblet;
  but just as one of the soldiers was putting it to his mouthwhew!…
  …a flash of fire blazed through the cellar; blinded every mother's
  son of them for several minutes; and when they recovered their
  eyesight; jug; goblet; and Red…cap had vanished; and nothing but
  the empty cider barrel remained。〃
  Here the half…pay officer; who was growing very muzzy and sleepy;
  and nodding over his liquor; with half…extinguished eye; suddenly
  gleamed up like an expiring rush…light。
  〃That's all fudge!〃 said he; as Peechy finished his last story。
  〃Well; I don't vouch for the truth of it myself;〃 said Peechy
  Prauw; 〃though all the world knows that there's something strange
  about that house and grounds; but as to the story of Mud Sam; I
  believe it just as well as if it had happened to myself。〃
  The deep interest taken in this conversation by the company had
  made them unconscious of the uproar abroad among the elements; when
  suddenly they were electrified by a tremendous clap of thunder。  A
  lumbering crash followed instantaneously; shaking the building to
  its very foundation。  All started from their seats; imagining it
  the shock of an earthquake; or that old Father Red…cap was coming
  among them in all his terrors。  They listened for a moment; but
  only heard the rain pelting against the windows and the wind
  howling among the trees。  The explosion was soon explained by the
  apparition of an old negro's bald head thrust in at the door; his
  white goggle eyes contrasting with his jetty poll; which was wet
  with rain; and shone like a bottle。  In a jargon but half
  intelligible he announced that the kitchen chimney had been struck
  with lightning。
  A sullen pause of the storm; which now rose and sank in gusts;
  produced a momentary stillness。  In this interval the report of a
  musket was heard; and a long shout; almost like a yell; resounded
  from the shores。  Everyone crowded to the window; another musket
  shot was heard; and another long shout; mingled wildly with a
  rising blast of wind。  It seemed as if the cry came up from the
  bosom of the waters; for though incessant flashes of lightning
  spread a light about the shore; no one was to be seen。
  Suddenly the window of the room overhead was opened; and a loud
  halloo uttered by the mysterious stranger。  Several hailings passed
  from one party to the other; but in a language which none of the
  company in the barroom could understand; and presently they heard
  the window closed; and a great noise overhead; as if all the
  furniture were pulled and hauled about the room。  The negro servant
  was summoned; and shortly afterwards was seen assisting the veteran
  to lug the ponderous sea chest downstairs。
  The landlord was in amazement。  〃What; you are not going on the
  water in such a storm?〃
  〃Storm!〃 said the other scornfully; 〃do you call such a sputter of
  weather a storm?〃
  〃You'll get drenched to the skin; you'll catch your death!〃 said
  Peechy Prauw affectionately。
  〃Thunder and lightning!〃 exclaimed the veteran; 〃don't preach about
  weather to a man that has cruised in whirlwinds and tornadoes。〃
  The obsequious Peechy was again struck dumb。  The voice from the
  water was heard once more in a tone of impatience; the bystanders
  stared with redoubled awe at this man of storms; who seemed to have
  come up out of the deep; and to be summoned back to it again。  As;
  with the assistance of the negro; he slowly bore his ponderous sea
  chest toward the shore; they eyed it with a superstitious feeling;
  half doubting whether he were not really about to embark upon it
  and launch forth upon the wild waves。  They followed him at a
  distance with a lantern。
  〃Dowse'1' the light!〃 roared the hoarse voice from the water。  〃No
  one wants light here!〃
  '1' Extinguish。
  〃Thunder and lightning!〃 exclaimed the veteran; turning short upon
  them; 〃back to the house with you!〃
  Wolfert and his companions shrank back in dismay。  Still their
  curiosity would not allow them entirely to withdraw。  A long sheet
  of lightning now flickered across the waves; and discovered a boat;
  filled with men; just under a rocky point; rising and sinking with
  the heaving surges; and swashing the waters at every heave。  It was
  with difficulty held to the rocks by a boat hook; for the current
  rushed furiously round the point。  The veteran hoisted one end of
  the lumbering sea chest on the gunwale of the boat; and seized the
  handle at the other end to lift it in; when the motion propelled
  the boat from the shore; the chest slipped off from the gunwale;
  and; sinki