michael, brother of jerry-第66章
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〃And I haven't done a thing to you；〃 Harley parleyed。 〃I don't so much mind being murdered； but I'd like to know what I'm being murdered for。〃
〃Chasing me for my life；〃 the man snarled； as he advanced。 〃I know your kind。 You've all got it in for me； and I ain't got a chance except to give you yours。 I'll take a whole lot of it out on you。〃
Kennan was thoroughly aware of the gravity of his peril。 Helpless himself； a man…killing lunatic was about to kill him and to kill him most horribly。 Michael； a prisoner in the bush； hanging head… downward in the manzanita from his loins squeezed in the fork； and struggling vainly； could not come to his defence。
The man's first kick； aimed at Harley's face； he blocked with his fore…arm； and； before the man could make a second kick； Jerry erupted on the scene。 Nor did he need encouragement or direction from his love…master。 He flashed at the man； sinking his teeth harmlessly into the slack of the man's trousers at the waist…band above the hip； but by his weight dragging him half down to the ground。
And upon Jerry the man turned with an increase of madness。 In truth all the world was against him。 The very landscape rained dogs upon him。 But from above； from the slopes of Sonoma Mountain； the cries and calls of the trailing poses caught his ear； and deflected his intention。 They were the pursuing death； and it was from them he must escape。 With another kick at Jerry； hurling him clear； he leaped astride the reporter's horse which had continued to stand； without movement or excitement； in utter apathy； where he had dismounted from it。
The horse went into a reluctant and stiff…legged gallop； while Jerry followed； snarling and growling wrath at so high a pitch that almost he squalled。
〃It's all right； Michael；〃 Harley soothed。 〃Take it easy。 Don't hurt yourself。 The trouble's over。 Anybody'll happen along any time now and get us out of this fix。〃
But the smaller branch of the two composing the fork broke； and Michael fell to the ground； landing in momentary confusion on his head and shoulders。 The next moment he was on his feet and tearing down the road in the direction of Jerry's noisy pursuit。 Jerry's noise broke in a sharp cry of pain that added wings to Michael's feet。 Michael passed him rolling helplessly on the road。 What had happened was that the livery horse； in its stiff… jointed； broken…kneed gallop； had stumbled； nearly fallen； and； in its sprawling recovery； had accidentally stepped on Jerry； bruising and breaking his fore…leg。
And the man； looking back and seeing Michael close upon him； decided that it was still another dog attacking him。 But he had no fear of dogs。 It was men； with their rifles and shot…guns； that might bring him to ultimate grief。 Nevertheless； the pain of his bleeding legs； lacerated by Jerry and Michael； maintained his rage against dogs。
〃More dogs；〃 was his bitter thought； as he leaned out and brought his whip down across Michael's face。
To his surprise； the dog did not wince under the blow。 Nor for that matter did he yelp or cry out from the pain。 Nor did he bark or growl or snarl。 He closed in as though he had not received the blow； and as though the whip was not brandished above him。 As Michael leaped for his right leg he swung the whip down； striking him squarely on the muzzle midway between nose and eyes。 Deflected by the blow； Michael dropped back to earth and ran on with his longest leaps to catch up and make his next spring。
But the man had noticed another thing。 At such close range； bringing his whip down； he could not help noting that Michael had kept his eyes open under the blow。 Neither had he winced nor blinked as the whip slashed down on him。 The thing was uncanny。 It was something new in the way of dogs。 Michael sprang again； the man timed him again with the whip； and he saw the uncanny thing repeated。 By neither wince nor blink had the dog acknowledged the blow。
And then an entirely new kind of fear came upon the man。 Was this the end for him； after all he had gone through？ Was this deadly silent； rough…coated terrier the thing destined to destroy him where men had failed？ He did not even know that the dog was real。 Might it not be some terrible avenger； out of the mystery beyond life； placed to beset him and finish him finally on this road that he was convinced was surely the death…road？ The dog was not real。 It could not be real。 The dog did not live that could take a full…arm whip…slash without wince or flinch。
Twice again； as the dog sprang； he deflected it with accurately delivered blows。 And the dog came on with the same surety and silence。 The man surrendered to his terror； clapping heels to his horse's old ribs； beating it over the head and under the belly with the whip until it galloped as it had not galloped in years。 Even on that apathetic steed the terror descended。 It was not terror of the dog； which it knew to be only a dog； but terror of the rider。 In the past its knees had been broken and its joints stiffened for ever； by drunken…mad riders who had hired him from the stables。 And here was another such drunken…mad riderfor the horse sensed the man's terrorwho ached his ribs with the weight of his heels and beat him cruelly over face and nose and ears。
The best speed of the horse was not very great； not great enough to out…distance Michael； although it was fast enough to give the latter only infrequent opportunities to spring for the man's leg。 But each spring was met by the unvarying whip…blow that by its very weight deflected him in the air。 Though his teeth each time clipped together perilously close to the man's leg； each time he fell back to earth he had to gather himself together and run at his own top speed in order to overtake the terror…stricken man on the crazy…galloping horse。
Enrico Piccolomini saw the chase and was himself in at the finish； and the affair； his one great adventure in the world； gave him wealth as well as material for conversation to the end of his days。 Enrico Piccolomini was a wood…chopper on the Kennan Ranch。 On a rounded knoll； overlooking the road； he had first heard the galloping hoofs of the horse and the crack of the whip…blows on its body。 Next； he had seen the running battle of the man； the horse； and the dog。 When directly beneath him； not twenty feet distant； he saw the dog leap； in its queer silent way； straight up and in to the down…smash of the whip； and sink its teeth in the rider's leg。 He saw the dog； with its weight； as it fell back to earth； drag the man half out of the saddle。 He saw the man； in an effort to recover his balance； put his own weight on the bridle… reins。 And he saw the horse； half…rearing； half…tottering and stumbling； overthrow the last shred of the man's balance so that he followed the dog to the ground。
〃And then they are like two dogs； like two beasts；〃 Piccolomini was wont to tell in after…years over a glass of wine in his little hotel in Glen Ellen。 〃The dog lets go the man's leg and jumps for the man's throat。 And the man； rolling over； is at the dog's throat。 Both his handssohe fastens about the throat of this dog。 And the dog makes no sound。 He never makes sound； before or after。 After the two hands of the man stop his breath he can not make sound。 But he is not that kind of a dog。 He will not make sound anyway。 And the horse stands and looks on； and the horse coughs。 It is very strange all that I see。
〃And the man is mad。 Only a madman will do what I see him do。 I see the man show his teeth like any dog； and bite the dog on the paw； on the nose； on the body。 And when he bites the dog on the nose； the dog bites him on the check。 And the man and the dog fight like hell； and the dog gets his hind legs up like a cat。 And like a cat he tears the man's shirt away from his chest； and tears the skin of the chest with his claws till it is all red with bleeding。 And the man yow…yowls； and makes noises like a wild mountain lion。 And always he chokes the dog。 It is a hell of a fight。
〃And the dog is Mister Kennan's dog； a fine man； and I have worked for him two years。 So I will not stand there and see Mister Kennan's dog all killed to pieces by the man who fight
