the riverman-第68章
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Once a wing of the jam broke suddenly just as his crew had placed a
pile in the carrier。 The scow was picked up; whirled around;
carried bodily a hundred feet; and deposited finally with a crash。
The instant the craft steadied and even before any one could tell
whether or no the danger was past; Tom cut loose the hammer and
drove that pile!
〃I put you in that carrier to be DROVE!〃 he shouted viciously; 〃and
drove you'll be; if we ARE goin' to hell!〃
When the SPRAY shouldered the scow back to position that one pile
was left standing upright in the channel; a monument to the blind
determination of the man。
Fortunately the wing break carried with it but a few logs; but it
sufficed to show; if demonstration were needed; what would happen if
any more serious break should occur。
Orde was everywhere。 Long since he had lost his hat; and over his
forehead and into his eyes the strands of his hair whipped tousled
and unkempt。 Miles and miles he travelled; running along the tops
of the booms; over the surface of the jam; spying the weakening
places; and hurrying to them a rescue。 He seemed tireless;
omnipresent; alive to every need。 It was as though his personality
alone held in correlation these struggling forces; as though were he
to relax for an instant his effort they would burst forth with the
explosion of long…pent energies。
Toward noon the piles gave out again。
〃Where in HELL is Newmark!〃 exploded Orde; and immediately was
himself again; controlled and resourceful。 He sent North and a crew
of men to cut piles from standing timber in farm wood lots near the
river。
〃Haul them out with your winch;〃 said he。 〃If the owners object;
stand them off with your peavies。 Get them anyway。〃
About three of the afternoon the LUCY BELLE splattered up stream
from the village; carrying an excursion to see the jam。 Captain
Simpson brought her as close in as possible。 The waves raised by
her awkward paddle…wheel and her clumsy lines surged among the logs
and piles。 Orde looked on this with distrust。
〃Go tell him to pull out of that;〃 he instructed Jimmy Powers 〃The
confounded old fool ought to know better than that。 Tell him it's
dangerous。 If the jam goes out; it'll carry him to Kingdom Come。〃
Jimmy Powers returned red…faced from his interview。
〃He told me to go to hell;〃 he said shortly。
〃Oh; he did;〃 snapped Orde。 〃I should think we had enough without
that old idiot!〃
With the short nervous leaps of a suppressed anger he ran down to
where the SPRITE had just towed the Number One driver into a new
position。
〃Lay me alongside the LUCY BELLE;〃 he told Marsh。
But Simpson; in a position of importance at last; was disinclined to
listen。 He had worn his blue clothes and brass buttons for a good
many years in charge only of boxes and barrels。 Now at a stroke he
found himself commander over tenscore people。 Likewise; at fifty
cents a head; he foresaw a good thing as long as high water should
last。 He had risen nobly to the occasion; for he had even hoisted
his bunting and brought with him the local brass band。 Orde;
brusque in his desire to hurry through an affair of minor
importance; rubbed the man the wrong way。
〃I reckon I've some rights on this river;〃 Captain Simpson concluded
the argument; 〃and I ain't agoin' to be bulldozed out of them。〃
The excursionists; typical 〃trippers〃 from Redding; Holland;
Monrovia and Muskegon; cheered this sentiment and jeered at Orde。
Orde nodded briefly。
〃Marsh;〃 said he to his captain in a low voice; 〃get a crew and take
them in charge。 Run 'em off。〃
As soon as the tug touched the piling; he was off and away; paying
no further attention to a matter already settled。 Captain Marsh
called a dozen rivermen to him; laid the SPRITE alongside the LUCY
BELLE; and in spite of Simpson's scandalised protests and an
incipient panic among the passengers; thrust aside the regular crew
of the steamship and took charge。 Quite calmly he surveyed the
scene。 From the height of the steamer's bridge he could see abroad
over the country。 A warm June sun flooded the landscape which was
filled with the peace of early summer。 The river seemed to flow
smoothly and quietly enough; in spite of the swiftness of its
current and the swollen volume of its waters。 Only up stream where
the big jam shrugged and groaned did any element jar on the peace of
the scene; and even that; in contrast to the rest of the landscape;
afforded small hint to the inexperienced eye of the imminence of a
mighty destruction。
Captain Marsh paid little attention to all this。 His eye swept
rapidly up and down where the banks used to be until he saw a cross
current deeper than the rest sweeping in athwart the inundated
fields。 He swung over the wheel and rang to the engine…room for
half speed ahead。 Slowly the LUCY BELLE answered。 Quite calmly
Captain Marsh rammed her through the opening and out over the
cornfields。 The LUCY BELLE was a typical river steamboat; built
light in the draught in order to slide over the numerous shifting
bars to be encountered in her customary business。 When Captain
Marsh saw that he had hit the opening; he rang for full speed; and
rammed the poor old LUCY BELLE hard aground in about a foot of water
through which a few mournful dried cornstalks were showing their
heads。 Then; his hands in his pockets; he sauntered out of the
pilot…house to the deck。
〃Now if you want to picnic;〃 he told the astonished and frightened
excursionists; 〃go to it!〃
With entire indifference to the water; he vaulted over the low rail
and splashed away。 The rivermen and the engineer who had
accompanied him lingered only long enough to start up the band。
〃Now you're safe as a cow tied to a brick wall;〃 said the Rough Red;
whose appearance alone had gone far toward overawing the passengers。
〃Be joyful。 Start up the music。 Start her up; I tell you!〃
The band hastily began to squawk; very much out of time; and
somewhat out of tune。
〃That's right;〃 grinned the Rough Red savagely; 〃keep her up。 If
you quit before I get back to work; I'll come back and take you
apart。〃
They waded through the shallow water in the cornfield。 After them
wafted the rather disorganised strains of WHOA; EMMA。 Captain
Simpson was indulging in what resembled heat apoplexy。 After a time
the LUCY BELLE'S crew recovered their scattered wits sufficiently to
transport the passengers in small boats to a point near the county
road; whence all trudged to town。 The LUCY BELLE grew in the
cornfield until several weeks later; when time was found to pull her
off on rollers。
Arrived at the booms Captain Marsh shook the loose water from his
legs。
〃All right; sir;〃 he reported to Orde。 〃I ran 'em ashore yonder。〃
Orde looked up; brushing the hair from his eyes。 He glanced in the
direction of the cornfield; and a quick grin flickered across the
absorbed expression of his face。
〃I should think you did;〃 said he briefly。 〃I guess that'll end the
excursion business。 Now take Number Two up below the swing; and
then run down and see if you can discover Tom。 He went somewhere
after piles about an hour ago。〃
Down river the various mill owners were busy with what men they had
left in stringing defences across the river in case Orde's works
should go out。 When Orde heard this he swore vigourously。
〃Crazy fools;〃 he spat out。 〃They'd be a lot better off helping
here。 If this goes out; their little booms won't amount to a whiff
of wind。〃
He sent word to that effect; but; lacking the enforcement of his
personal presence his messages did not carry conviction; and the
panic…stricken owners continued to labour; each according to his
ideas; on what Orde's clearer vision saw to be a