第 2 节
作者:辣椒王      更新:2021-02-20 14:36      字数:9322
  〃Then what in…?〃
  〃Overwork。〃
  John Bellew laughed harshly and incredulously。
  〃Honest?〃
  Again came the laughter。
  〃Men are the products of their environment;〃 Kit proclaimed; pointing
  at the other's glass。     〃Your mirth is thin and bitter as your drink。〃
  〃Overwork!〃 was the sneer。          〃You never earned a cent in your life。〃
  〃You bet I haveonly I never got it。         I'm earning five hundred a week
  right now; and doing four men's work。〃
  〃Pictures   that   won't   sell?   Orerfancy   work   of   some   sort?     Can
  you swim?〃
  〃I used to。〃
  〃Sit a horse?〃
  〃I have essayed that adventure。〃
  John Bellew snorted his disgust。
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  〃I'm   glad   your   father   didn't   live   to   see   you   in   all   the   glory   of   your
  gracelessness;〃 he said。        〃Your father was a man; every inch of him。             Do
  you get it?     A Man。      I think he'd have whaled all this musical and artistic
  tomfoolery out of you。〃
  〃Alas! these degenerate days;〃 Kit sighed。
  〃I could understand it; and tolerate it;〃 the other went on savagely; 〃if
  you succeeded at it。        You've never earned a cent in your life; nor done a
  tap of man's work。〃
  〃Etchings; and pictures; and fans;〃 Kit contributed unsoothingly。
  〃You're   a   dabbler   and   a   failure。  What   pictures   have   you   painted?
  Dinky     water…colours      and   nightmare     posters。    You've      never   had   one
  exhibited; even here in San Francisco…〃
  〃Ah; you forget。      There is one in the jinks room of this very club。〃
  〃A    gross   cartoon。     Music?       Your    dear    fool  of   a  mother     spent
  hundreds   on   lessons。      You've   dabbled   and   failed。     You've   never   even
  earned a five…dollar piece by accompanying some one at a concert。                    Your
  songs?rag…time rot that's never printed and that's sung only by a pack of
  fake Bohemians。〃
  〃I   had  a  book    published    oncethose     sonnets;   you   remember;〃      Kit
  interposed meekly。
  〃What did it cost you?〃
  〃Only a couple of hundred。〃
  〃Any other achievements?〃
  〃I had a forest play acted at the summer jinks。〃
  〃What did you get for it?〃
  〃Glory。〃
  〃And you used to swim; and you have essayed to sit a horse!〃                    John
  Bellew   set   his   glass   down   with   unnecessary   violence。       〃What     earthly
  good are you anyway?           You were well put up; yet even at university you
  didn't    play   football。    You    didn't   row。    You     didn't…〃   〃I   boxed     and
  fencedsome。〃
  〃When did you last box?〃
  〃Not    since;   but  I  was   considered     an   excellent   judge   of   time   and
  distance; only I waser…〃
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  〃Go on。〃
  〃Considered desultory。〃
  〃Lazy; you mean。〃
  〃I always imagined it was an euphemism。〃
  〃My father; sir; your grandfather; old Isaac Bellew; killed a man with a
  blow of his fist when he was sixty…nine years old。〃
  〃The man?〃
  〃No; youryou graceless scamp!            But you'll never kill a mosquito at
  sixty…nine。〃
  〃The times have changed; oh; my avuncular。                They send men to state
  prisons for homicide now。〃
  〃Your father rode one hundred and eighty…five miles; without sleeping;
  and killed three horses。〃
  〃Had he lived to…day; he'd have snored over the course in a Pullman。〃
  The older man was on the verge of choking with wrath; but swallowed
  it down and managed to articulate:
  〃How old are you?〃
  〃I have reason to believe…〃
  〃I   know。      Twenty…seven。        You      finished   college    at  twenty…two。
  You've   dabbled   and   played   and   frilled   for   five   years。 Before   God   and
  man;   of   what   use   are   you?    When   I   was   your   age   I   had   one   suit   of
  underclothes。      I   was   riding   with   the   cattle   in   Colusa。 I   was   hard   as
  rocks; and I could sleep on a rock。          I lived on jerked beef and bear…meat。
  I am a better man physically right now than you are。 You weigh about one
  hundred and sixty…five。        I can throw you right now; or thrash you with my
  fists。〃
  〃It doesn't take a physical prodigy to mop up cocktails or pink tea;〃 Kit
  murmured deprecatingly。           〃Don't you see; my avuncular; the times have
  changed。      Besides; I wasn't brought up right。          My dear fool of a mother…
  〃
  John Bellew started angrily。
  〃…As you described her; was too good to me; kept me in cotton wool
  and   all   the   rest。 Now;   if   when   I   was   a   youngster   I   had   taken   some   of
  those   intensely   masculine   vacations   you   go   in   forI   wonder   why   you
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  didn't   invite  me    sometimes?     You     took  Hal   and   Robbie    all  over  the
  Sierras and on that Mexico trip。〃
  〃I guess you were too Lord Fauntleroyish。〃
  〃Your    fault;  avuncular;   and   my   dearermother's。     How     was   I  to
  know the hard?       I was only a chee…ild。       What was there left but etchings
  and pictures and fans?       Was it my fault that I never had to sweat?〃
  The  older  man   looked  at   his nephew  with   unconcealed disgust。         He
  had no patience with levity from the lips of softness。
  〃Well; I'm going to take another one of those what…you…call masculine
  vacations。     Suppose I asked you to come along?〃
  〃Rather belated; I must say。       Where is it?〃
  〃Hal and Robert are going in to Klondike; and I'm going to see them
  across the Pass and down to the Lakes; then return…〃
  He got no further; for the young man had sprung forward and gripped
  his hand。
  〃My preserver!〃
  John   Bellew   was   immediately   suspicious。       He   had   not   dreamed   the
  invitation would be accepted。
  〃You don't mean it;〃 he said。
  〃When do we start?〃
  〃It will be a hard trip。    You'll be in the way。〃
  〃No;   I   won't。  I'll   work。  I've   learned   to   work   since   I   went   on   the
  Billow。〃
  〃Each man has to take a year's supplies in with him。            There'll be such
  a jam the Indian packers won't be able to handle it。            Hal and Robert will
  have to pack their outfits across themselves。          That's what I'm going along
  forto help them pack。       It you come you'll have to do the same。〃
  〃Watch me。〃
  〃You can't pack;〃 was the objection。
  〃When do we start?〃
  〃To…morrow。〃
  〃You needn't take it to yourself that your lecture on the hard has done
  it;〃 Kit said; at parting。     〃I just had to get away; somewhere; anywhere;
  from O'Hara。〃
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  〃Who is O'Hara?         A Jap?〃
  〃No; he's an Irishman;   and a slave…driver;   and my best   friend。                He's
  the editor and proprietor and all…around big squeeze of the Billow。 What
  he says goes。       He can make ghosts walk。〃
  That night Kit Bellew wrote a note to O'Hara。
  〃It's   only   a   several   weeks'   vacation;〃   he   explained。   〃You'll   have   to
  get some gink to dope out instalments for that serial。                Sorry; old man; but
  my health demands it。          I'll kick in twice as hard when I get back。〃
  II。
  Kit Bellew landed through the madness of the Dyea beach; congested
  with thousand…pound outfits of thousands of men。                  This immense mass of
  luggage      and   food;    flung   ashore    in   mountains      by   the  steamers;     was
  beginning slowly to dribble up the Dyea valley and across Chilcoot。 It was
  a portage of   twenty…eight miles;  and   could   be accomplished   only  on   the
  backs of   men。      Despite  the fact   that   the  Indian packers had   jumped   the
  freight   from   eight   cents   a   pound   to   forty;   they   were   swamped   with   the
  work;  and it   was   plain   that   winter   would   catch   the   major   portion   of   the
  outfits on the wrong side of the divide。
  Tenderest of the tender…feet was Kit。             Like many hundreds of others
  he   carried   a   big   revolver  swung   on   a  cartridge…belt。    Of   this;  his   uncle;
  filled   with   memories   of   old   lawless   days;   was   likewise   guilty。    But   Kit