第 4 节
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herself out。〃
But Mother Gunga would not fight as Peroo desired。 After the
first down…stream plunge there came no more walls of water; but
the river lifted herself bodily; as a snake when she drinks in
midsummer; plucking and fingering along the revetments; and
banking up behind the piers till even Findlayson began to
recalculate the strength of his work。
When day came the village gasped。 〃Only last night;〃 men said;
turning to each other; 〃it was as a town in the river…bed! Look now!〃
And they looked and wondered afresh at the deep water; the
racing water that licked the throat of the piers。 The farther
bank was veiled by rain; into which the bridge ran out and
vanished; the spurs up…stream were marked by no more than eddies
and spoutings; and down…stream the pent river; once freed of her
guide…lines; had spread like a sea to the horizon。 Then hurried
by; rolling in the water; dead men and oxen together; with here
and there a patch of thatched roof that melted when it touched a
pier。
〃Big flood;〃 said Peroo; and Findlayson nodded。 It was as big a
flood as he had any wish to watch。 His bridge would stand
what was upon her now; but not very much more; and if by any of a
thousand chances there happened to be a weakness in the
embankments; Mother Gunga would carry his honour to the sea with
the other raffle。 Worst of all; there was nothing to do except
to sit still; and Findlayson sat still under his macintosh till
his helmet became pulp on his head; and his boots were over…ankle
in mire。 He took no count of time; for the river was marking the
hours; inch by inch and foot by foot; along the embankment; and
he listened; numb and hungry; to the straining of the
stone…boats; the hollow thunder under the piers; and the hundred
noises that make the full note of a flood。 Once a dripping
servant brought him food; but he could not eat; and once he
thought that he heard a faint toot from a locomotive across the
river; and then he smiled。 The bridge's failure would hurt his
assistant not a little; hut Hitchcock was a young man with his
big work yet to do。 For himself the crash meant everything …
everything that made a hard life worth the living。 They would
say; the men of his own profession 。 。 。he remembered the
half…pitying things that he himself had said when Lockhart's new
waterworks burst and broke down in brick…heaps and sludge; and
Lockhart's spirit broke in him and he died。 He remembered what
he himself had said when the Sumao Bridge went out in the big
cyclone by the sea; and most he remembered poor Hartopp's face
three weeks later; when the shame had marked it。 His bridge was
twice the size of Hartopp's; and it carried the Findlayson truss
as well as the new pier…shoe … the Findlayson bolted shoe。 There
were no excuses in his service。 Government might listen;
perhaps; but his own kind would judge him by his bridge; as that
stood or fell。 He went over it in his head; plate by plate; span
by span; brick by brick; pier by pier; remembering; comparing;
estimating; and recalculating; lest there should be any mistake;
and through the long hours and through the flights of formulae
that danced and wheeled before him a cold fear would come to
pinch his heart。 His side of the sum was beyond question; but
what man knew Mother Gunga's arithmetic? Even as he was making
all sure by the multiplication table; the river might be scooping
a pot…hole to the very bottom of any one of those eighty…foot
piers that carried his reputation。 Again a servant came to him
with food; but his mouth was dry; and he could only drink and
return to the decimals in his brain。 And the river was still
rising。 Peroo; in a mat shelter coat; crouched at his feet;
watching now his face and now the face of the river; but saying
nothing。
At last the Lascar rose and floundered through the mud towards
the village; but he was careful to leave an ally to watch the
boats。
Presently he returned; most irreverently driving before him the
priest of his creed … a fat old man; with a grey beard that
whipped the wind with the wet cloth that blew over his shoulder。
Never was seen so lamentable a guru。
〃What good are offerings and little kerosene lamps and dry
grain;〃 shouted Peroo; 〃if squatting in the mud is all that thou
canst do? Thou hast dealt long with the Gods when they were
contented and well…wishing。 Now they are angry。 Speak to them!〃
〃What is a man against the wrath of Gods?〃 whined the priest;
cowering as the wind took him。 〃Let me go to the temple; and I
will pray there。〃
〃Son of a pig; pray here! Is there no return for salt fish and
curry powder and dried onions? Call aloud! Tell Mother Gunga we
have had enough。 Bid her be still for the night。 I cannot pray;
but I have been serving in the Kumpani's boats; and when men did
not obey my orders I …〃 A flourish of the wire…rope colt rounded
the sentence; and the priest; breaking free from his disciple;
fled to the village。
〃Fat pig!〃 said Peroo。 〃After all that we have done for him!
When the flood is down I will see to it that we get a new guru。
Finlinson Sahib; it darkens for night now; and since yesterday
nothing has been eaten。 Be wise; Sahib。 No man can endure
watching and great thinking on an empty belly。 Lie down; Sahib。
The river will do what the river will do。〃 〃The bridge is mine; I
cannot leave it。〃
〃Wilt thou hold it up with thy hands; then?〃 said Peroo;
laughing。 〃I was troubled for my boats and sheers before the
flood came。 Now we are in the hands of the Gods。 The Sahib will
not eat and lie down? Take these; then。 They are meat and good
toddy together; and they kill all weariness; besides the fever
that follows the rain。 I have eaten nothing else to…day at all。〃
He took a small tin tobacco…box from his sodden waist…belt and
thrust it into Findlayson's hand; saying: 〃Nay; do not be afraid。
It is no more than opium … clean Malwa opium。〃
Findlayson shook two or three of the dark…brown pellets into his
hand; and hardly knowing what he did; swallowed them。 The stuff
was at least a good guard against fever …the fever that was
creeping upon him out of the wet mud …and he had seen what Peroo
could do in the stewing mists of autumn on the strength of a dose
from the tin box。
Peroo nodded with bright eyes。 〃In a little … in a little the
Sahib will find that he thinks well again。 I too will …〃
He dived into his treasure…box; resettled the rain…coat over
his head; and squatted down to watch the boats。 It was too dark
now to see beyond the first pier; and the night seemed to have
given the river new strength。 Findlayson stood with his chin on
his chest; thinking。 There was one point about one of the piers
… the seventh … that he had not fully settled in his mind。 The
figures would not shape themselves to the eye except one by one
and at enormous intervals of time。 There was a sound rich and
mellow in his ears like the deepest note of a double…bass … an
entrancing sound upon which he pondered for several hours; as it
seemed。 Then Peroo was at his elbow; shouting that a wire hawser
had snapped and the stone…boats were loose。 Findlayson saw the
fleet open and swing out fanwise to a long…drawn shriek of wire
straining across gunnels。
〃A tree hit them。 They will all go;〃 cried Peroo。 〃The main
hawser has parted。 What does the Sahib do?〃
An immensely complex plan had suddenly flashed into Findlayson's
mind。 He saw the ropes running from boat to boat in straight
lines and angles … each rope a line of white fire。 But there was
one rope which was the master rope。 He could see that rope。 If
he could pull it once; it was absolutely and mathematically
certain that the disordered fleet would reassemble itself in the
backwater behind the guard…tower。 But why; he wondered; was
Peroo clinging so desperately to his waist as he hastened down
the bank? It was necessary to put the Lascar aside; gently and
slowly; because it was necessary to save the boats; and; further;
to demonstrate the extreme ease of the problem that looked so
difficult。 And then … but it was of no conceivable importance …
a wire…rope raced through his hand; burning it; the high bank
disappeared; and with it all the slowly dispersing factors of
the problem。 He was sitting in the rainy darkness … sitting in a
boat that spun like a top; and Peroo was standing over him。
〃I had forgotten;〃 said the Lascar; slowly; 〃that to those
fasting and unused; the opium is worse than any wine。 Those who
die in Gunga go to the Gods。 Still; I have no desire to present
myself before such great ones。 Can the Sahib swim?〃
〃What need? He can fly … fly as swiftly as the wind;〃 was the
thick answer。
〃He is mad!〃 muttered Peroo; under his breath。 〃And he threw me
aside like a bundle of dung…cakes。 Well; he will not know his
death。