the jacket (the star-rover)-第23章

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sight　of　the　conclusion　Pasquini　let　go　his　hold　on　life；　buried　his

face　in　the　grass；　quivered　a　moment；　and　lay　still。



〃Your　master　will　be　four　servants　short　this　night；〃　I　assured　de

Villehardouin；　in　the　moment　just　ere　we　engaged。



And　such　an　engagement！　　The　boy　was　ridiculous。　　In　what　bucolic

school　of　fence　he　had　been　taught　was　beyond　imagining。　　He　was

downright　clownish。　　〃Short　work　and　simple〃　was　my　judgment；　while

his　red　hair　seemed　a…bristle　with　very　rage　and　while　he　pressed　me

like　a　madman。



Alas！　　It　was　his　clownishness　that　undid　me。　　When　I　had　played

with　him　and　laughed　at　him　for　a　handful　of　seconds　for　the　clumsy

boor　he　was；　he　became　so　angered　that　he　forgot　the　worse　than

little　fence　he　knew。　　With　an　arm…wide　sweep　of　his　rapier；　as

though　it　bore　heft　and　a　cutting　edge；　he　whistled　it　through　the

air　and　rapped　it　down　on　my　crown。　　I　was　in　amaze。　　Never　had　so

absurd　a　thing　happened　to　me。　　He　was　wide　open；　and　I　could　have

run　him　through　forthright。　　But；　as　I　said；　I　was　in　amaze；　and　the

next　I　knew　was　the　pang　of　the　entering　steel　as　this　clumsy

provincial　ran　me　through　and　charged　forward；　bull…like；　till　his

hilt　bruised　my　side　and　I　was　borne　backward。



As　I　fell　I　could　see　the　concern　on　the　faces　of　Lanfranc　and

Bohemond　and　the　glut　of　satisfaction　in　the　face　of　de

Villehardouin　as　he　pressed　me。



I　was　falling；　but　I　never　reached　the　grass。　　Came　a　blurr　of

flashing　lights；　a　thunder　in　my　ears；　a　darkness；　a　glimmering　of

dim　light　slowly　dawning；　a　wrenching；　racking　pain　beyond　all

describing；　and　then　I　heard　the　voice　of　one　who　said：



〃I　can't　feel　anything。〃



I　knew　the　voice。　　It　was　Warden　Atherton's。　　And　I　knew　myself　for

Darrell　Standing；　just　returned　across　the　centuries　to　the　jacket

hell　of　San　Quentin。　　And　I　knew　the　touch　of　finger…tips　on　my　neck

was　Warden　Atherton's。　　And　I　knew　the　finger…tips　that　displaced

his　were　Doctor　Jackson's。　　And　it　was　Doctor　Jackson's　voice　that

said：



〃You　don't　know　how　to　take　a　man's　pulse　from　the　neck。　　There

right　thereput　your　fingers　where　mine　are。　　D'ye　get　it？　　Ah；　I

thought　so。　　Heart　weak；　but　steady　as　a　chronometer。〃



〃It's　only　twenty…four　hours；〃　Captain　Jamie　said；　〃and　he　was　never

in　like　condition　before。〃



〃Putting　it　on；　that's　what　he's　doing；　and　you　can　stack　on　that；〃

Al　Hutchins；　the　head　trusty；　interjected。



〃I　don't　know；〃　Captain　Jamie　insisted。　　〃When　a　man's　pulse　is　that

low　it　takes　an　expert　to　find　it〃



〃Aw；　I　served　my　apprenticeship　in　the　jacket；〃　Al　Hutchins　sneered。

〃And　I've　made　you　unlace　me；　Captain；　when　you　thought　I　was

croaking；　and　it　was　all　I　could　do　to　keep　from　snickering　in　your

face。〃



〃What　do　you　think；　Doc？〃　Warden　Atherton　asked。



〃I　tell　you　the　heart　action　is　splendid；〃　was　the　answer。　　〃Of

course　it　is　weak。　　That　is　only　to　be　expected。　　I　tell　you

Hutchins　is　right。　　The　man　is　feigning。〃



With　his　thumb　he　turned　up　one　of　my　eyelids；　whereat　I　opened　my

other　eye　and　gazed　up　at　the　group　bending　over　me。



〃What　did　I　tell　you？〃　was　Doctor　Jackson's　cry　of　triumph。



And　then；　although　it　seemed　the　effort　must　crack　my　face；　I

summoned　all　the　will　of　me　and　smiled。



They　held　water　to　my　lips；　and　I　drank　greedily。　　It　must　be

remembered　that　all　this　while　I　lay　helpless　on　my　back；　my　arms

pinioned　along　with　my　body　inside　the　jacket。　　When　they　offered　me

fooddry　prison　breadI　shook　my　head。　　I　closed　my　eyes　in

advertisement　that　I　was　tired　of　their　presence。　　The　pain　of　my

partial　resuscitation　was　unbearable。　　I　could　feel　my　body　coming

to　life。　　Down　the　cords　of　my　neck　and　into　my　patch　of　chest　over

the　heart　darting　pains　were　making　their　way。　　And　in　my　brain　the

memory　was　strong　that　Philippa　waited　me　in　the　big　hall；　and　I　was

desirous　to　escape　away　back　to　the　half　a　day　and　half　a　night　I

had　just　lived　in　old　France。



So　it　was；　even　as　they　stood　about　me；　that　I　strove　to　eliminate

the　live　portion　of　my　body　from　my　consciousness。　　I　was　in　haste

to　depart；　but　Warden　Atherton's　voice　held　me　back。



〃Is　there　anything　you　want　to　complain　about？〃　he　asked。



Now　I　had　but　one　fear；　namely；　that　they　would　unlace　me；　so　that

it　must　be　understood　that　my　reply　was　not　uttered　in　braggadocio

but　was　meant　to　forestall　any　possible　unlacing。



〃You　might　make　the　jacket　a　little　tighter；〃　I　whispered。　　〃It's

too　loose　for　comfort。　　I　get　lost　in　it。　　Hutchins　is　stupid。　　He

is　also　a　fool。　　He　doesn't　know　the　first　thing　about　lacing　the

jacket。　　Warden；　you　ought　to　put　him　in　charge　of　the　loom…room。

He　is　a　more　profound　master　of　inefficiency　than　the　present

incumbent；　who　is　merely　stupid　without　being　a　fool　as　well。　　Now

get　out；　all　of　you；　unless　you　can　think　of　worse　to　do　to　me。　　In

which　case；　by　all　means　remain。　　I　invite　you　heartily　to　remain；

if　you　think　in　your　feeble　imaginings　that　you　have　devised　fresh

torture　for　me。〃



〃He's　a　wooz；　a　true…blue；　dyed…in…the…wool　wooz；〃　Doctor　Jackson

chanted；　with　the　medico's　delight　in　a　novelty。



〃Standing；　you　ARE　a　wonder；〃　the　Warden　said。　　〃You've　got　an　iron

will；　but　I'll　break　it　as　sure　as　God　made　little　apples。〃



〃And　you've　the　heart　of　a　rabbit；〃　I　retorted。　　〃One…tenth　the

jacketing　I　have　received　in　San　Quentin　would　have　squeezed　your

rabbit　heart　out　of　your　long　ears。〃



Oh；　it　was　a　touch；　that；　for　the　Warden　did　have　unusual　ears。

They　would　have　interested　Lombroso；　I　am　sure。



〃As　for　me；〃　I　went　on；　〃I　laugh　at　you；　and　I　wish　no　worse　fate　to

the　loom…room　than　that　you　should　take　charge　of　it　yourself。　　Why；

you've　got　me　down　and　worked　your　wickedness　on　me；　and　still　I

live　and　laugh　in　your　face。　　Inefficient？　　You　can't　even　kill　me。

Inefficient？　　You　couldn't　kill　a　cornered　rat　with　a　stick　of

dynamiteREAL　dynamite；　and　not　the　sort　you　are　deluded　into

believing　I　have　hidden　away。〃



〃Anything　more？〃　he　demanded；　when　I　had　ceased　from　my　diatribe。



And　into　my　mind　flashed　what　I　had　told　Fortini　when　he　pressed　his

insolence　on　me。



〃Begone；　you　prison　cur；〃　I　said。　　〃Take　your　yapping　from　my　door。〃



It　must　have　been　a　terrible　thing　for　a　man　of　Warden　Atherton's

stripe　to　be　thus　bearded　by　a　helpless　prisoner。　　His　face　whitened

with　rage　and　his　voice　shook　as　he　threatened：



〃By　God；　Standing；　I'll　do　for　you　yet。〃



〃There　is　only　one　thing　you　can　do；〃　I　said。　　〃You　can　tighten　this

distressingly　loose　jacket。　　If　you　won't；　then　get　out。　　And　I

don't　care　if　you　fail　to　come　back　for　a　week　or　for　the　whole　ten

days。〃



And　what　can　even　the　Warden　of　a　great　prison　do　in　reprisal　on　a

prisoner　upon　whom　the　ultimate　reprisal　has　already　been　wreaked？

It　may　be　that　Warden　Atherton　thought　of　some　possible　threat；　for

he　began　to　speak。　　But　my　voice　had　strengthened　with　the　exercise；

and　I　began　to　sing；　〃Sing　cucu；　sing　cucu；　sing　cucu。〃　　And　sing　I

did　until　my　door　clanged　and　the　bolts　and　locks　squeaked　and

grated　fast。







CHAPTER　XII







Now　that　I　had　learned　the　trick　the　way　was　easy。　　And　I　knew　the

way　was　bound　to　become　easier　the　more　I　travelled　it。　　Once

establish　a　line　of　least　resistance；　every　succeeding　journey　along

it　will　find　still　less　resistance。　　And　so；　as　you　shall　see；　my

journeys　from　San　Quentin　life　into　other　lives　were　achieved　almost

automatically　as　time　went　by。



After　Warden　Atherton　and　his　crew　had　left　me　it　was　a　matter　of

minutes　to　will　the　resuscitated　portion　of　my　body　back　into　the

little　death。　　Death　in　life　it　was；　but　it　was　only　the　little

death；　similar　to　the　temporary　death　produced　by　an　anaesthetic。



And　so；　from　all　that　was　sordid　and　vile；　from　brutal　solitary　and

jacket　hell；　from　acquainted　flies　and　sweats　of　darkness　and　the

knuckle…tal