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作者:辣椒王      更新:2021-02-20 14:36      字数:9320
  Lieutenant Pollock that went。
  The Mono trail ran along the level creek…bed; and; less than two feet in
  width; was like a groove; walled on either side by the snow… fall of months。
  The problem of how forty…odd sleds and three hundred dogs were to start
  in so narrow a course was in everybody's mind。
  〃Huh!〃   said   Shorty。     〃It's   goin'   to   be   the   gosh…dangdest   mix…up   that
  ever was。      I can't see no way out; Smoke; except main strength an' sweat
  an' to plow through。         If the whole creek was glare…ice they ain't room for
  a dozen teams abreast。          I got a hunch right now they's goin' to be a heap
  of scrappin' before they get strung out。 An' if any of it comes our way you
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  got to let me do the punchin'。〃
  Smoke squared his shoulders and laughed non…committally。
  〃No you don't!〃 his partner cried in alarm。           〃No matter what happens;
  you don't dast hit。       You can't handle dogs a hundred miles with a busted
  knuckle; an' that's what'll happen if you land on somebody's jaw。〃
  Smoke nodded his head。
  〃You're right; Shorty。       I couldn't risk the chance。〃
  〃An' just remember;〃 Shorty went on; 〃that I got to do all the shovin'
  for them first ten miles an' you got to take it easy as you can。                  I'll sure
  jerk   you   through   to   the   Yukon。   After   that   it's   up   to   you   an'   the   dogs。
  Saywhat   d'ye   think   Schroeder's   scheme   is?   He's   got   his   first   team   a
  quarter of a mile down the creek an' he'll know it by a green lantern。                But
  we got him skinned。         Me for the red flare every time。〃
  IV。
  The day had been clear and cold; but a blanket of cloud formed across
  the face of the sky and the night came on warm and dark; with the hint of
  snow impending。         The thermometer registered fifteen below zero; and in
  the Klondike…winter fifteen below is esteemed very warm。
  At a few minutes before midnight; leaving Shorty with the dogs five
  hundred yards down the creek; Smoke joined the racers on Number Three。
  There were forty…five of them waiting the start for the thousand…thousand
  dollars   Cyrus   Johnson   had   left   lying   in   the   frozen   gravel。  Each   man
  carried six stakes and a heavy wooden mallet; and was clad in a smock…
  like parka of heavy cotton drill。
  Lieutenant Pollock; in a big bearskin coat; looked at his watch by the
  light of a fire。    It lacked a minute of midnight。
  〃Make   ready;〃   he   said;   as he   raised   a   revolver in   his   right   hand   and
  watched the second hand tick around。
  Forty…five hoods were thrown back from the parkas。                 Forty…five pairs
  of   hands   unmittened;   and   forty…five   pairs   of   moccasins   pressed   tensely
  into the packed snow。         Also; forty…five stakes were thrust into the snow;
  and the same number of mallets lifted in the air。
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  The shots rang out; and the mallets fell。           Cyrus Johnson's right to the
  million     had   expired。    To    prevent    confusion;     Lieutenant    Pollock    had
  insisted that the lower centre…stake be driven first; next the south…eastern;
  and so on around the four sides; including the upper centre…stake on the
  way。
  Smoke      drove   in  his  stake   and   was   away   with    the  leading    dozen。
  Fires had been lighted at the corners; and by each fire stood a policeman;
  list in hand; checking off the names of the runners。             A man was supposed
  to call out his name and show his face。              There was to be no staking by
  proxy while the real racer was off and away down the creek。
  At   the   first   corner;   beside   Smoke's   stake;  Von   Schroeder   placed   his。
  The mallets struck at the same instant。           As they hammered; more arrived
  from behind and with such impetuosity as to get in one another's way and
  cause jostling and shoving。          Squirming through the press and calling his
  name to the policeman; Smoke saw the Baron; struck in collision by one
  of the rushers; hurled clean off his feet into the snow。            But Smoke did not
  wait。    Others were still ahead of him。          By the light of the vanishing fire
  he was certain that he saw the back; hugely looming; of Big Olaf; and at
  the south…western corner Big Olaf and he drove their stakes side by side。
  It was no light work; this preliminary obstacle race。              The boundaries
  of   the   claim   totalled   nearly   a   mile;   and   most   of   it   was   over   the   uneven
  surface     of  a  snow…covered;       niggerhead     flat。  All    about    Smoke     men
  tripped and fell; and several times he pitched forward himself; jarringly; on
  hands and knees。        Once; Big Olaf fell so immediately in front of him as
  to bring him down on top。
  The upper centre…stake was driven by the edge of the bank; and down
  the bank the racers plunged; across the frozen creek…bed; and up the other
  side。    Here;   as   Smoke   clambered;   a   hand   gripped   his   ankle   and   jerked
  him back。      In the flickering light of a distant fire; it was impossible to see
  who     had   played    the  trick。   But    Arizona    Bill;  who    had   been    treated
  similarly;    rose   to  his  feet  and   drove    his  fist  with   a  crunch    into  the
  offender's face。      Smoke saw and heard as he was scrambling to his feet;
  but before he could make another lunge for the bank a fist dropped him
  half…stunned      into  the  snow。    He    staggered     up;  located   the   man;   half…
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  swung      a   hook    for   his  jaw;    then   remembered        Shorty's    warning     and
  refrained。     The next moment; struck below the knees by a hurtling body;
  he went down again。
  It was a foretaste of what would happen when the men reached their
  sleds。    Men   were   pouring   over   the   other   bank   and   piling   into   the   jam。
  They swarmed up the bank in bunches; and in bunches were dragged back
  by their impatient fellows。          More blows were struck; curses rose from the
  panting chests of those who still had wind to spare; and Smoke; curiously
  visioning   the   face   of   Joy   Gastell;   hoped   that   the   mallets   would   not   be
  brought   into   play。    Overthrown;  trod   upon;  groping   in   the   snow   for   his
  lost stakes; he at last crawled out of the crush and attacked the bank farther
  along。     Others were doing this; and it was his luck to have many men in
  advance of him in the race for the northwestern corner。
  Down      to   the   fourth   corner;    he   tripped   midway      and    in  the   long
  sprawling fall lost his remaining stake。            For five minutes he groped in the
  darkness   before   he   found   it;   and   all   the   time   the   panting   runners   were
  passing him。       From the last corner to the creek he began overtaking men
  for   whom  the   mile…run   had   been   too   much。       In   the   creek   itself   Bedlam
  had   broken   loose。       A   dozen   sleds   were   piled   up   and   overturned;   and
  nearly a hundred dogs were locked in combat。 Among them men struggled;
  tearing   the   tangled   animals   apart;   or   beating   them   apart   with   clubs。    In
  the fleeting glimpse he caught of it; Smoke wondered if he had ever seen a
  Dore grotesquery to compare。
  Leaping   down   the   bank   beyond   the   glutted   passage;   he   gained   the
  hard…footing      of   the  sled…trail   and   made     better  time。    Here;     in  packed
  harbours   beside   the   narrow   trail;   sleds   and   men   waited   for   runners   that
  were still behind。        From the rear came the whine and rush of dogs; and
  Smoke had barely time to leap aside into the deep snow。                   A sled tore past;
  and he made out the man; kneeling and shouting madly。                      Scarcely was it
  by    when     it  stopped    with   a  crash    of  battle。    The    excited    dogs    of  a
  harboured   sled;   resenting   the   passing   animals;   had   got   out   of   hand   and
  sprung upon them。
  Smoke plunged around and by。              He could see the green lantern of Von
  Schroeder;   and;   just   below   it;   the   red   flare   that   marked   his   own   team。
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