第 17 节
作者:溜溜      更新:2021-02-21 15:11      字数:9322
  forever!
  He   stopped   for   an   instant;   not   in   indecision   this   time;   but   in   a   grim
  resolution to let no chance escape him now。               The car was going slowly; it
  was easy to board it now; but again the tinkle of the bell indicated that it
  was stopping at the corner of a road beyond。 He checked his pace;a lady
  alighted;it was she!        She turned into the cross…street; darkened with the
  shadows of some low suburban tenement houses; and he boldly followed。
  He was fully determined to find out her secret; and even; if necessary; to
  accost her for that purpose。          He was perfectly aware what he was doing;
  and     all  its  risks   and    penalties;    he   knew     the   audacity    of   such    an
  introduction; but he felt in his left…hand pocket for the sprig of fern which
  was     an   excuse    for   it;  he  knew     the  danger     of  following     a   possible
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  confidante   of   desperadoes;   but   he   felt   in   his   right…hand   pocket   for   the
  derringer that was equal to it。        They were both there; he was ready。
  He was nearing the convent and the oldest and most ruinous part of the
  town。     He did not disguise from himself the gloomy significance of this;
  even in the old days the crumbling adobe buildings that abutted on the old
  garden   wall   of   the   convent   were   the   haunts   of   lawless   Mexicans   and
  vagabond peons。         As the roadway began to be rough and uneven; and the
  gaunt outlines of the sagging roofs of tiles stood out against the sky above
  the lurking shadows of ruined doorways; he was prepared for the worst。
  As   the   crumbling   but   still   massive   walls   of   the   convent   garden   loomed
  ahead; the tall; graceful; black…gowned figure he was following presently
  turned into the shadow of the wall itself。             He quickened his pace; lest it
  should again escape him。           Suddenly it stopped; and remained motionless。
  He stopped; too。       At the same moment it vanished!
  He   ran   quickly   forward   to   where   it   had   stood;   and   found   himself
  before   a   large   iron   gate;   with   a   smaller   one   in   the   centre;   that   had   just
  clanged to on its rusty hinges。          He rubbed his eyes!the place; the gate;
  the   wall;   were   all   strangely   familiar!    Then   he   stepped   back   into   the
  roadway; and looked at it again。           He was not mistaken。
  He was standing before the porter's lodge of the Convent of the Sacred
  Heart。
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  CHAPTER V。
  The   day   following   the   great   stagecoach   robbery   found   the   patient
  proprietor of Collinson's Mill calm and untroubled in his usual seclusion。
  The news that had thrilled the length and breadth of Galloper's Ridge had
  not   touched   the   leafy   banks   of   the   dried…up   river;   the   hue   and   cry   had
  followed the stage…road; and no courier had deemed it worth his while to
  diverge   as   far   as   the   rocky  ridge   which   formed   the   only  pathway  to   the
  mill。    That     day   Collinson's     solitude    had    been   unbroken      even    by   the
  haggard      emigrant     from    the   valley;   with   his   old   monotonous       story   of
  hardship and privation。 The birds had flown  nearer to the   old mill; as if
  emboldened   by   the   unwonted   quiet。           That   morning   there   had   been   the
  half human imprint of a bear's foot in the ooze beside the mill…wheel; and
  coming   home   with   his   scant   stock   from   the   woodland   pasture;   he   had
  found a golden squirrela beautiful; airy embodiment of the brown woods
  itselfcalmly   seated   on   his   bar…counter;   with   a   biscuit   between   its   baby
  hands。     He   was   full   of   his   characteristic   reveries   and   abstractions   that
  afternoon; falling into them even at his wood… pile; leaning on his axeso
  still   that   an   emerald…throated   lizard;   who   had   slid   upon   the log;   went   to
  sleep under the forgotten stroke。
  But at nightfall the wind arose;at first as a distant murmur along the
  hillside; that died away before it reached the rocky ledge; then it rocked
  the tops of the tall redwoods behind the mill; but left the mill and the dried
  leaves   that    lay   in  the  river…   bed   undisturbed。      Then      the  murmur      was
  prolonged; until it became the continuous trouble of some far…off sea; and
  at   last   the   wind   possessed   the   ledge   itself;   driving   the   smoke   down   the
  stumpy chimney of the mill; rattling the sun…warped shingles on the roof;
  stirring   the   inside   rafters   with   cool   breaths;   and   singing   over   the   rough
  projections of the outside eaves。            At nine o'clock he rolled himself up in
  his blankets before the fire; as was his wont; and fell asleep。
  It was past midnight when he was awakened by the familiar clatter of
  boulders down the grade; the usual simulation of a wild rush from without
  that   encompassed   the   whole   mill;   even   to   that   heavy   impact   against   the
  door; which he had heard once before。                 In this he recognized merely the
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  ordinary phenomena of his experience; and only turned over to sleep again。
  But this time the door rudely fell in upon him; and a figure strode over his
  prostrate body; with a gun leveled at his head。
  He sprang sideways for his own weapon; which stood by the hearth。 In
  another second   that   action   would   have been his last;  and the   solitude   of
  Seth    Collinson     might    have   remained      henceforward      unbroken     by   any
  mortal。     But the gun of the first figure was knocked sharply upward by a
  second man; and the one and only shot fired that night sped harmlessly to
  the   roof。   With   the   report   he   felt   his   arms   gripped   tightly   behind   him;
  through the smoke he saw dimly that the room was filled with masked and
  armed   men;  and   in   another  moment   he   was   pinioned   and   thrust   into   his
  empty armchair。 At a signal three of the men left the room; and he could
  hear them exploring the other rooms and outhouses。                   Then the two men
  who   had   been   standing   beside   him   fell   back   with   a   certain   disciplined
  precision; as a smooth…chinned man advanced from the open door。 Going
  to the bar; he poured out a glass of whiskey; tossed it off deliberately; and;
  standing in front of Collinson; with his shoulder against the chimney and
  his hand resting lightly on his hip; cleared his throat。           Had Collinson been
  an observant man; he would have noticed that the two men dropped their
  eyes and moved their feet with a half impatient; perfunctory air of waiting。
  Had   he   witnessed   the   stage…robbery;   he   would   have   recognized   in   the
  smooth…faced man the presence of 〃the orator。〃               But he only gazed at him
  with his dull; imperturbable patience。
  〃We regret exceedingly to have to use force to a gentleman in his own
  house;〃   began   the   orator   blandly;   〃but   we   feel   it   our   duty   to   prevent   a
  repetition   of   the   unhappy   incident   which   occurred   as   we   entered。      We
  desire that you should answer a few questions; and are deeply grateful that
  you are still able to do so;which seemed extremely improbable a moment
  or two ago。〃       He paused; coughed; and leaned back against the chimney。
  〃How many men have you here besides yourself?〃
  〃Nary one;〃 said Collinson。
  The interrogator glanced at the other men; who had reentered。                   They
  nodded significantly。
  〃Good!〃   he   resumed。       〃You   have   told   the   truthan   excellent   habit;
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  and one that expedites business。           Now; is there a room in this house with
  a door that locks?       Your front door DOESN'T。〃            〃No。〃
  〃No cellar nor outhouse?〃
  〃No。〃
  〃We regret that; for it will compel us; much against our wishes; to keep
  you    bound     as  you    are  for  the   present。    The     matter   is  simply    this:
  circumstances of a very pressing nature oblige us to occupy this house for
  a few days;possibly for an indefinite period。            We respect the sacred rites
  of   hospitality   too   muc