for the term of his natural life-第5章
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and powerful frame； combined to support。 A young man of two…and…twenty owning to no friends； and existing among them but by the fact of his criminality； he was respected and admired。 The vilest of all the vile horde penned between decks； if they laughed at his 〃fine airs〃 behind his back； cringed and submitted when they met him face to facefor in a convict ship the greatest villain is the greatest hero； and the only nobility acknowledged by that hideous commonwealth is that Order of the Halter which is conferred by the hand of the hangman。
The young man on the poop caught sight of the tall figure leaning against the bulwarks； and it gave him an excuse to break the monotony of his employment。
〃Here； you！〃 he called with an oath； 〃get out of the gangway！ 〃Rufus Dawes was not in the gangwaywas； in fact； a good two feet from it； but at the sound of Lieutenant Frere's voice he started； and went obediently towards the hatchway。
〃Touch your hat； you dog！〃 cries Frere； coming to the quarter…railing。 〃Touch your damned hat！ Do you hear？〃
Rufus Dawes touched his cap； saluting in half military fashion。 〃I'll make some of you fellows smart； if you don't have a care；〃 went on the angry Frere； half to himself。 〃Insolent blackguards！〃
And then the noise of the sentry； on the quarter…deck below him； grounding arms； turned the current of his thoughts。 A thin； tall； soldier…like man； with a cold blue eye； and prim features； came out of the cuddy below； handing out a fair…haired； affected； mincing lady； of middle age。 Captain Vickers； of Mr。 Frere's regiment； ordered for service in Van Diemen's Land； was bringing his lady on deck to get an appetite for dinner。
Mrs。 Vickers was forty…two （she owned to thirty…three）； and had been a garrison…belle for eleven weary years before she married prim John Vickers。 The marriage was not a happy one。 Vickers found his wife extravagant； vain； and snappish； and she found him harsh； disenchanted； and commonplace。 A daughter； born two years after their marriage； was the only link that bound the ill…assorted pair。 Vickers idolized little Sylvia； and when the recommendation of a long sea…voyage for his failing health induced him to exchange into the the； he insisted upon bringing the child with him； despite Mrs。 Vickers's reiterated objections on the score of educational difficulties。 〃He could educate her himself； if need be；〃 he said； 〃and she should not stay at home。〃
So Mrs。 Vickers； after a hard struggle； gave up the point and her dreams of Bath together； and followed her husband with the best grace she could muster。 When fairly out to sea she seemed reconciled to her fate； and employed the intervals between scolding her daughter and her maid； in fascinating the boorish young Lieutenant； Maurice Frere。
Fascination was an integral portion of Julia Vickers's nature； admiration was all she lived for： and even in a convict ship； with her husband at her elbow； she must flirt； or perish of mental inanition。 There was no harm in the creature。 She was simply a vain； middle…aged woman； and Frere took her attentions for what they were worth。 Moreover； her good feeling towards him was useful； for reasons which will shortly appear。
Running down the ladder； cap in hand； he offered her his assistance。
〃Thank you； Mr。 Frere。 These horrid ladders。 I reallyhe； hequite tremble at them。 Hot！ Yes； dear me； most oppressive。 John； the camp…stool。 Pray； Mr。 Frereoh； thank you！ Sylvia！ Sylvia！ John； have you my smelling salts？ Still a calm； I suppose？ These dreadful calms！〃
This semi…fashionable slip…slop； within twenty yards of the wild beasts' den； on the other side of the barricade； sounded strange； but Mr。 Frere thought nothing of it。 Familiarity destroys terror； and the incurable flirt； fluttered her muslins； and played off her second…rate graces； under the noses of the grinning convicts； with as much complacency as if she had been in a Chatham ball…room。 Indeed； if there had been nobody else near； it is not unlikely that she would have disdainfully fascinated the 'tween…decks； and made eyes at the most presentable of the convicts there。
Vickers； with a bow to Frere； saw his wife up the ladder； and then turned for his daughter。
She was a delicate…looking child of six years old； with blue eyes and bright hair。 Though indulged by her father； and spoiled by her mother； the natural sweetness of her disposition saved her from being disagreeable； and the effects of her education as yet only showed themselves in a thousand imperious prettinesses； which made her the darling of the ship。 Little Miss Sylvia was privileged to go anywhere and do anything； and even convictism shut its foul mouth in her presence。 Running to her father's side； the child chattered with all the volubility of flattered self…esteem。 She ran hither and thither； asked questions； invented answers； laughed； sang； gambolled； peered into the compass…case； felt in the pockets of the man at the helm； put her tiny hand into the big palm of the officer of the watch； even ran down to the quarter…deck and pulled the coat…tails of the sentry on duty。
At last； tired of running about； she took a little striped leather ball from the bosom of her frock； and calling to her father； threw it up to him as he stood on the poop。 He returned it； and； shouting with laughter； clapping her hands between each throw； the child kept up the game。
The convictswhose slice of fresh air was nearly eatenturned with eagerness to watch this new source of amusement。 Innocent laughter and childish prattle were strange to them。 Some smiled； and nodded with interest in the varying fortunes of the game。 One young lad could hardly restrain himself from applauding。 It was as though； out of the sultry heat which brooded over the ship； a cool breeze had suddenly arisen。
In the midst of this mirth； the officer of the watch； glancing round the fast crimsoning horizon； paused abruptly； and shading his eyes with his hand； looked out intently to the westward。
Frere； who found Mrs。 Vickers's conversation a little tiresome； and had been glancing from time to time at the companion； as though in expectation of someone appearing； noticed the action。
〃What is it； Mr。 Best？〃
〃I don't know exactly。 It looks to me like a cloud of smoke。〃 And； taking the glass； he swept the horizon。
〃Let me see；〃 said Frere； and he looked also。
On the extreme horizon； just to the left of the sinking sun； rested； or seemed to rest； a tiny black cloud。 The gold and crimson； splashed all about the sky； had overflowed around it； and rendered a clear view almost impossible。
〃I can't quite make it out；〃 says Frere； handing back the telescope。 〃We can see as soon as the sun goes down a little。〃
Then Mrs。 Vickers must； of course； look also； and was prettily affected about the focus of the glass； applying herself to that instrument with much girlish giggling； and finally declaring； after shutting one eye with her fair hand； that positively she 〃could see nothing but sky； and believed that wicked Mr。 Frere was doing it on purpose。〃
By and by； Captain Blunt appeared； and； taking the glass from his officer； looked through it long and carefully。 Then the mizentop was appealed to； and declared that he could see nothing； and at last the sun went down with a jerk； as though it had slipped through a slit in the sea； and the black spot； swallowed up in the gathering haze； was seen no more。
As the sun sank； the relief guard came up the after hatchway； and the relieved guard prepared to superintend the descent of the convicts。 At this moment Sylvia missed her ball； which； taking advantage of a sudden lurch of the vessel； hopped over the barricade； and rolled to the feet of Rufus Dawes； who was still leaning； apparently lost in thought； against the side。
The bright spot of colour rolling across the white deck caught his eye； stooping mechanically； he picked up the ball； and stepped forward to return it。 The door of the barricade was open and the sentrya young soldier； occupied in staring at the relief guarddid not notice the prisoner pass through it。 In another instant he was on the sacred quarter…deck。
Heated with the game； her cheeks aglow； her eyes spar
