villa rubein and other stories-第65章

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continual　welcome。　　During　the　two　days　of　his　stay　Scorrier　never

lost　that　sense　of　glamour。　　He　had　every　opportunity　for　observing

the　grip　Pippin　had　over　everything。　　The　wooden　doors　and　walls　of

his　bungalow　kept　out　no　sounds。　　He　listened　to　interviews　between

his　host　and　all　kinds　and　conditions　of　men。　　The　voices　of　the

visitors　would　rise　at　firstangry；　discontented；　matter…of…fact；

with　nasal　twang；　or　guttural　drawl；　then　would　come　the　soft　patter

of　the　superintendent's　feet　crossing　and　recrossing　the　room。　　Then

a　pause；　the　sound　of　hard　breathing；　and　quick　questionsthe

visitor's　voice　again；　again　the　patter；　and　Pippin's　ingratiating

but　decisive　murmurs。　　Presently　out　would　come　the　visitor　with　an

expression　on　his　face　which　Scorrier　soon　began　to　know　by　heart；　a

kind　of　pleased；　puzzled；　helpless　look；　which　seemed　to　say；　〃I've

been　done；　I　knowI'll　give　it　to　myself　when　I'm　round　the　corner。〃



Pippin　was　full　of　wistful　questions　about　〃home。〃　　He　wanted　to　talk

of　music；　pictures；　plays；　of　how　London　looked；　what　new　streets

there　were；　and；　above　all；　whether　Scorrier　had　been　lately　in　the

West　Country。　　He　talked　of　getting　leave　next　winter；　asked　whether

Scorrier　thought　they　would　〃put　up　with　him　at　home〃；　then；　with　the

agitation　which　had　alarmed　Scorrier　before；　he　added：　〃Ah！　but　I'm

not　fit　for　home　now。　　One　gets　spoiled；　it's　big　and　silent　here。

What　should　I　go　back　to？　　I　don't　seem　to　realise。〃



Scorrier　thought　of　Hemmings。　　〃'Tis　a　bit　cramped　there；　certainly；〃

he　muttered。



Pippin　went　on　as　if　divining　his　thoughts。　　〃I　suppose　our　friend

Hemmings　would　call　me　foolish；　he's　above　the　little　weaknesses　of

imagination；　eh？　　Yes；　it's　silent　here。　　Sometimes　in　the　evening　I

would　give　my　head　for　somebody　to　talk　toHemmings　would　never　give

his　head　for　anything；　I　think。　　But　all　the　same；　I　couldn't　face

them　at　home。　　Spoiled！〃　　And　slyly　he　murmured：　〃What　would　the

Board　say　if　they　could　hear　that？〃



Scorrier　blurted　out：　〃To　tell　you　the　truth；　they　complain　a　little

of　not　hearing　from　you。〃



Pippin　put　out　a　hand；　as　if　to　push　something　away。　　〃Let　them　try

the　life　here！〃　he　broke　out；　〃it's　like　sitting　on　a　live　volcano

what　with　our　friends；　'the　enemy；'　over　there；　the　men；　the　American

competition。　　I　keep　it　going；　Scorrier；　but　at　what　a　costat　what

a　cost！〃



〃But　surelyletters？〃



Pippin　only　answered：　〃　I　tryI　try！〃



Scorrier　felt　with　remorse　and　wonder　that　he　had　spoken　the　truth。

The　following　day　he　left　for　his　inspection；　and　while　in　the　camp

of　〃the　enemy〃　much　was　the　talk　he　heard　of　Pippin。



〃Why！〃　said　his　host；　the　superintendent；　a　little　man　with　a　face

somewhat　like　an　owl's；　〃d'you　know　the　name　they've　given　him　down

in　the　capital'the　King'good；　eh？　　He's　made　them　'sit　up'　all

along　this　coast。　　I　like　him　well　enoughgoodhearted　man；

shocking　nervous；　but　my　people　down　there　can't　stand　him　at　any

price。　　Sir；　he　runs　this　colony。　　You'd　think　butter　wouldn't　melt

in　that　mouth　of　his；　but　he　always　gets　his　way；　that's　what　riles

'em　so；　that　and　the　success　he's　making　of　his　mine。　　It　puzzles　me；

you'd　think　he'd　only　be　too　glad　of　a　quiet　life；　a　man　with　his

nerves。　　But　no；　he's　never　happy　unless　he's　fighting；　something

where　he's　got　a　chance　to　score　a　victory。　　I　won't　say　he　likes　it；

but；　by　Jove；　it　seems　he's　got　to　do　it。　　Now　that's　funny！　　I'll

tell　you　one　thing；　though　shouldn't　be　a　bit　surprised　if　he　broke

down　some　day；　and　I'll　tell　you　another；〃　he　added　darkly；　〃he's

sailing　very　near　the　wind；　with　those　large　contracts　that　he　makes。

I　wouldn't　care　to　take　his　risks。　　Just　let　them　have　a　strike；　or

something　that　shuts　them　down　for　a　spelland　mark　my　words；　sir

it'll　be　all　up　with　them。　　But；〃　he　concluded　confidentially；　〃I

wish　I　had　his　hold　on　the　men；　it's　a　great　thing　in　this　country。

Not　like　home；　where　you　can　go　round　a　corner　and　get　another　gang。

You　have　to　make　the　best　you　can　out　of　the　lot　you　have；　you　won't；

get　another　man　for　love　or　money　without　you　ship　him　a　few　hundred

miles。〃　　And　with　a　frown　he　waved　his　arm　over　the　forests　to

indicate　the　barrenness　of　the　land。



Scorrier　finished　his　inspection　and　went　on　a　shooting　trip　into　the

forest。　　His　host　met　him　on　his　return。　　〃Just　look　at　this！〃　he

said；　holding　out　a　telegram。　　〃Awful；　isn't　it？〃　His　face　expressed

a　profound　commiseration；　almost　ludicrously　mixed　with　the　ashamed

contentment　that　men　experience　at　the　misfortunes　of　an　enemy。



The　telegram；　dated　the　day　before；　ran　thus　〃Frightful　explosion　New

Colliery　this　morning；　great　loss　of　life　feared。〃



Scorrier　had　the　bewildered　thought：　'Pippin　will　want　me　now。'



He　took　leave　of　his　host；　who　called　after　him：　〃You'd　better　wait

for　a　steamer！　　It's　a　beastly　drive！〃



Scorrier　shook　his　head。　　All　night；　jolting　along　a　rough　track　cut

through　the　forest；　he　thought　of　Pippin。　　The　other　miseries　of　this

calamity　at　present　left　him　cold；　he　barely　thought　of　the　smothered

men；　but　Pippin's　struggle；　his　lonely　struggle　with　this　hydra…

headed　monster；　touched　him　very　nearly。　　He　fell　asleep　and　dreamed

of　watching　Pippin　slowly　strangled　by　a　snake；　the　agonised；　kindly；

ironic　face　peeping　out　between　two　gleaming　coils　was　so　horribly

real；　that　he　awoke。　　It　was　the　moment　before　dawn：　pitch…black

branches　barred　the　sky；　with　every　jolt　of　the　wheels　the　gleams

from　the　lamps　danced；　fantastic　and　intrusive；　round　ferns　and　tree…

stems；　into　the　cold　heart　of　the　forest。　　For　an　hour　or　more

Scorrier　tried　to　feign　sleep；　and　hide　from　the　stillness；　and

overmastering　gloom　of　these　great　woods。　　Then　softly　a　whisper　of

noises　stole　forth；　a　stir　of　light；　and　the　whole　slow　radiance　of

the　morning　glory。　　But　it　brought　no　warmth；　and　Scorrier　wrapped

himself　closer　in　his　cloak；　feeling　as　though　old　age　had　touched

him。



Close　on　noon　he　reached　the　township。　　Glamour　seemed　still　to　hover

over　it。　　He　drove　on　to　the　mine。　　The　winding…engine　was　turning；

the　pulley　at　the　top　of　the　head…gear　whizzing　round；　nothing　looked

unusual。　　'Some　mistake！'　he　thought。　　He　drove　to　the　mine

buildings；　alighted；　and　climbed　to　the　shaft　head。　　Instead　of　the

usual　rumbling　of　the　trolleys；　the　rattle　of　coal　discharged　over

the　screens；　there　was　silence。　　Close　by；　Pippin　himself　was

standing；　smirched　with　dirt。　　The　cage；　coming　swift　and　silent　from

below；　shot　open　its　doors　with　a　sharp　rattle。　　Scorrier　bent

forward　to　look。　　There　lay　a　dead　man；　with　a　smile　on　his　face。



〃How　many？〃　he　whispered。



Pippin　answered：　〃Eighty…four　brought　upforty…seven　still　below；〃

and　entered　the　man's　name　in　a　pocket…book。



An　older　man　was　taken　out　next；　he　too　was　smilingthere　had　been

vouchsafed　to　him；　it　seemed；　a　taste　of　more　than　earthly　joy。　　The

sight　of　those　strange　smiles　affected　Scorrier　more　than　all　the

anguish　or　despair　he　had　seen　scored　on　the　faces　of　other　dead　men。

He　asked　an　old　miner　how　long　Pippin　had　been　at　work。



〃Thirty　hours。　　Yesterday　he　wer'　below；　we　had　to　nigh　carry　mun　up

at　last。　　He's　for　goin'　down　again；　but　the　chaps　won't　lower　mun；〃

the　old　man　gave　a　sigh。　　〃I'm　waiting　for　my　boy　to　come　up；　I　am。〃



Scorrier　waited　toothere　was　fascination　about　those　dead；　smiling

faces。　　The　rescuing　of　these　men　who　would　never　again　breathe　went

on　and　on。　　Scorrier　grew　sleepy　in　the　sun。　　The　old　miner　woke　him；

saying：　〃Rummy　stuff　this　here　chokedamp；　see；　they　all　dies　drunk！〃

The　very　next　to　be　brought　up　was　the　chief　engineer。　　Scorrier　had

known　him　quite　well；　one　of　those　Scotsmen　who　are　born　at　the　age

of　forty　and　remain　so　all　their　lives。　　His　facethe　only　one　that

wore　no　smileseemed　grieving　that　duty　had　deprived　it　of　that　last

luxury。　　With　wide　eyes　and　drawn　lips　he　had　died　pro