on the firing line-第35章
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Handsome still； in spite of his dark sunburn and his time…stained khaki； Carew's face was wonderfully attractive； as it looked into that of his friend。 Weldon felt the attraction； even while he was wondering why it was so powerless to move him。 He liked Carew； since the death of the Captain； no other man was linked more closely with his life。 Nevertheless； Carew's words left him cold。 All things did leave him cold of late。 It was as if； in the fierce conflagration of that one hour in the Johannesburg hospital； the fires of his nature had burned themselves out beyond the possibility of being rekindled。 His intellect told him that Carew was in the right of it； that his alternatives were speech or madness； but he faced the alternatives with an absolute indifference。 His intellect also told him that； for the past three weeks； Carew's kindness had been unremitting； that his care had served as a buffer between himself and the clumsy tactlessness of their mates； that his sympathy now was leading him to try to storm the barrier of his own reserve； but he met Carew's advances with an icy front which could be thawed neither from outside nor from within。 It was not his will to be ungrateful； it was beyond his present power to show the gratitude which he really felt。 And Carew； with the supreme insight which marks the friendship of men at times； interpreted Weldon's mood aright and forebode to take offence。
Nevertheless； watching his friend closely； Carew had judged the case to be serious。 He had felt no surprise at the state of collapse in which Weldon had struggled back into camp。 The battle； the half… dressed wounds； the nerve…racking journey； the watching the slow approach of death and the accepting the fact of the loss of a valued friend： all these were enough to wreck the vitality of a man。 With an almost womanish tenderness； Carew had brought his friend back to the tent； and made him over to the care of Paddy who gave up all things else； for the sake of his little Canuck。 All that afternoon and night； Weldon lay passive； inert； while Paddy bathed him； fed him； poured cool； soft things over his wounds； fed him again； and then sat down beside him with his own stubby hand resting against Weldon's limp fingers。 But； the next morning； Weldon rose； buttoned and belted himself with elaborate care。 Then； disregarding the implorings of Carew and Paddy； who were terrified at the steady； unseeing look in his gray eyes and at the tense lines about his lips； he went to his captain and demanded his old position of regimental rough rider。
He obtained it。 In fact； it was given； not only freely； but with joy。 In all the regiment； no one else had been able to subdue such wild mounts as Weldon。 In former days； he had stopped at little。 Now he stopped at nothing。 Horse…sickness； the scourge of South Africa； was in the land； and the underfed； overworked mounts yielded to it with pitiful ease。 And； meanwhile； the need for horses was greater than ever。 Drive after drive through the country about Kroonstad was bringing in the hostile Boers； but it was also bringing down the horses。 The call for new mounts was limitless； limitless； too； the hours and the strength and the skill which Trooper Weldon put forth to the supplying that call。 He was utterly untiring； but he was utterly reckless as well。 Checked by no risk； sobered by no danger； he rushed into risk and danger as rushes the man whose one wish is to escape from a future of which he is in mortal； agonizing dread。
Carew said little； he watched much； and he meditated more。 At first； he hoped all things from the healthy； outdoor life。 He watched Weldon's muscles harden； saw his appetite return and welcomed with happy anticipations all the signs of his returning rugged strength。 Then； as the time passed by； his anxiety came back upon him in full measure。 Long days in the saddle were followed by sleepless nights； the shadow never came out of Weldon's eyes； the alertness never came back into his step。 Lean； gaunt as a greyhound； he went about his work with a silent； dogged endurance which took no note of the other life about him。 For Trooper Weldon； his profession had dropped to a dull； plodding routine of danger lapping close upon the heels of danger。 And still he spoke no word of the sorrow which had brought him to this end。
And Carew； meanwhile； could not fail to note the increasing anxiety with which Alice Mellen wrote of her cousin。 From Alice's letters； it appeared that Ethel； totally unnerved by the death of Captain Frazer； had begged so piteously to be released from her hospital work that she had finally been sent home to Cape Town。 She had seemed to be far from well； when she had left Johannesburg； nevertheless； she had no sooner reached home than she had plunged into the midst of the whirlpool of social life where she was said to be the gayest of the gay。
Cape Town； that fall； was facing the end of the war and the consequent departure of the swarm of young Englishmen who had made their headquarters there during the past two years。 Accordingly； it resolved to make the most of the short time remaining to it； and the early weeks of the year saw the little city neglecting all other things for the sake of making merry with her fast…vanishing heroes。 And； in all the round of merry…making； Ethel Dent was in evidence； bright and flashing as the diamonds that blazed on her shoulder； and as soft。 Her wit was ceaseless； her energy untiring。 Always the middle of a group； she yet always held herself within range of her father's protection。 He watched her proudly； yet his pride was sometimes mingled with alarm； as he saw the waxy whiteness of her ears and the dark shadows which lay beneath her eyes。 It was plain to him that all was not well with the girl； yet he was wholly at a loss as to the cause of the trouble。
Strange to say； he never once thought of Weldon； neither did his mind linger long upon the Captain。 True； Ethel and Captain Frazer had been good friends； but so had Ethel been good friends with many another man。 The secret of that last hour of the Captain's life was buried in two hearts。 Weldon could not speak of it； Ethel would not。 And so； in the eyes of her friends； Ethel's experience had been sorrowful； but scarcely touched with tragedy。 The heroic passing of a casual friend is no cause for a lasting change in the nature of a happy…tempered girl。
However； Alice had noted the change and； quite unable to account for it； she had commented upon it to Carew。 Her letter； coming that same morning； had quickened his slow…forming resolution to speak。 Taken quite by itself； her account of Ethel would have made scant impression upon him。 Taken in connection with what he had seen of Weldon； it forced him to draw certain conclusions which； though wrong in detail； were comparatively accurate in their main outlines。
He and Weldon came back from their walk； wrapped in the silence of perfect understanding。 Carew had asked few questions； Weldon had made even fewer replies； and those replies had been brief。 Ethel's name had scarcely been mentioned between them。 Their talk had mainly concerned itself with Captain Frazer； his life； his passing； the void he had left behind him。 Only one sentence had related to the scene in the hospital； but its brief； tragic summing up of the situation had been sufficient。 Carew had made no answer； save to walk on for a few steps in silence； with his hand resting on the shoulder of his friend。
That night； he wrote to Alice。 The letter was long and full of detail。 It told what he knew； what he had inferred and what he feared。 It begged her； in the name of their own sacred happiness； to help him win the same happiness for these two who； longing to come together； were straying always farther apart； and it ended with the words with which he had begun his talk with Weldon； that noon；
〃For God's sake； how long is this going to last？〃
CHAPTER TWENTY…TWO
Paddy waved his thumb disrespectfully towards the rear of the column。
〃And what can you expect of a man that goes to the wars in a fancy petticoat； let alone a khaki apron to cover up the front of it？〃 he demanded。 〃And look at the bare knees of 'em； for all the world like knots in the branches of an oa
