the twins of table mountain-第7部分

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There　was　evidently　no　marriage　as　yet；　and　now；　the　fear　of　an
immediate　meeting　over；　there　should　be　none。　　For　Rand　had　already
feared　this；　had　recalled　the　few　infelicitous　relations；　legal　and
illegal；　which　were　common　to　the　adjoining　camp；the　flagrantly
miserable　life　of　the　husband　of　a　San　Francisco　anonyma　who　lived
in　style　at　the　Ferry；　the　shameful　carousals　and　more　shameful
quarrels　of　the　Frenchman　and　Mexican　woman　who　〃kept　house〃　at
〃the　Crossing；〃　the　awful　spectacle　of　the　three　half…bred　Indian
children　who　played　before　the　cabin　of　a　fellow　miner　and
townsman。　　Thank　Heaven；　the　Eagle's　Nest　on　Table　Mountain　should
never　be　pointed　at　from　the　valley　as　another

A　heavy　hand　upon　his　arm　brought　him　trembling　to　his　feet。　　He
turned；　and　met　the　half…anxious；　half…contemptuous　glance　of　the
doctor。

〃I'm　sorry　to　disturb　you；〃　he　said　dryly；　〃but　it's　about　time　you
or　somebody　else　put　in　an　appearance　at　that　cabin。　　Luckily　for
HER；　she's　one　woman　in　a　thousand；　has　had　her　wits　about　her
better　than　some　folks　I　know；　and　has　left　me　little　to　do　but
make　her　comfortable。　　But　she's　gone　through　too　much；fought　her
little　fight　too　gallantly；is　altogether　too　much　of　a　trump　to
be　played　off　upon　now。　　So　rise　up　out　of　that；　young　man；　pick　up
your　scattered　faculties；　and　fetch　a　womansome　sensible　creature
of　her　own　sexto　look　after　her；　for；　without　wishing　to　be
personal；　I'm　dd　if　I　trust　her　to　the　likes　of　you。〃

There　was　no　mistaking　Dr。　Duchesne'　s　voice　and　manner；　and　Rand
was　affected　by　it；　as　most　people　were　throughout　the　valley　of
the　Stanislaus。　　But　he　turned　upon　him　his　frank　and　boyish　face；
and　said　simply；　〃But　I　don't　know　any　woman；　or　where　to　get　one。〃

The　doctor　looked　at　him　again。　　〃Well；　I'll　find　you　some　one；〃　he
said；　softening。

〃Thank　you！〃　said　Rand。

The　doctor　was　disappearing。　　With　an　effort　Rand　recalled　him。
〃One　moment；　doctor。〃　　He　hesitated；　and　his　cheeks　were　glowing。
〃You'll　please　say　nothing　about　this　down　there〃he　pointed　to
the　valley〃for　a　time。　　And　you'll　say　to　the　woman　you　send〃

Dr。　Duchesne；　whose　resolute　lips　were　sealed　upon　the　secrets　of
half　Tuolumne　County；　interrupted　him　scornfully。　　〃I　cannot　answer
for　the　womanyou　must　talk　to　her　yourself。　　As　for　me；　generally
I　keep　my　professional　visits　to　myself；　but〃　he　laid　his　hand　on
Rand's　arm〃if　I　find　out　you're　putting　on　any　airs　to　that　poor
creature；　if；　on　my　next　visit；　her　lips　or　her　pulse　tell　me　you
haven't　been　acting　on　the　square　to　her；　I'll　drop　a　hint　to
drunken　old　Nixon　where　his　daughter　is　hidden。　　I　reckon　she　could
stand　his　brutality　better　than　yours。　　Good…night！〃

In　another　moment　he　was　gone。　　Rand；　who　had　held　back　his　quick
tongue；　feeling　himself　in　the　power　of　this　man；　once　more　alone；
sank　on　a　rock；　and　buried　his　face　in　his　hands。　　Recalling
himself　in　a　moment；　he　rose；　wiped　his　hot　eyelids；　and　staggered
toward　the　cabin。　　It　was　quite　still　now。　　He　paused　on　the
topmost　step；　and　listened：　there　was　no　sound　from　the　ledge；　or
the　Eagle's　Nest　that　clung　to　it。　　Half　timidly　he　descended　the
winding　steps；　and　paused　before　the　door　of　the　cabin。　　〃Mornie；〃
he　said；　in　a　dry；　metallic　voice；　whose　only　indication　of　the
presence　of　sickness　was　in　the　lowness　of　its　pitch；〃Mornie！〃
There　was　no　reply。　　〃Mornie；〃　he　repeated　impatiently；　〃it's　me；
Rand。　　If　you　want　anything；　you're　to　call　me。　　I　am　just
outside。〃　　Still　no　answer　came　from　the　silent　cabin。　　He　pushed
open　the　door　gently；　hesitated；　and　stepped　over　the　threshold。

A　change　in　the　interior　of　the　cabin　within　the　last　few　hours
showed　a　new　presence。　　The　guns；　shovels；　picks；　and　blankets　had
disappeared；　the　two　chairs　were　drawn　against　the　wall；　the　table
placed　by　the　bedside。　　The　swinging…lantern　was　shaded　towards　the
bed；the　object　of　Rand's　attention。　　On　that　bed；　his　brother's
bed；　lay　a　helpless　woman；　pale　from　the　long　black　hair　that
matted　her　damp　forehead；　and　clung　to　her　hollow　cheeks。　　Her　face
was　turned　to　the　wall；　so　that　the　softened　light　fell　upon　her
profile；　which　to　Rand　at　that　moment　seemed　even　noble　and　strong。
But　the　next　moment　his　eye　fell　upon　the　shoulder　and　arm　that　lay
nearest　to　him；　and　the　little　bundle；　swathed　in　flannel；　that　it
clasped　to　her　breast。　　His　brow　grew　dark　as　he　gazed。　　The
sleeping　woman　moved。　　Perhaps　it　was　an　instinctive　consciousness
of　his　presence；　perhaps　it　was　only　the　current　of　cold　air
from　the　opened　door：　but　she　shuddered　slightly；　and；　still
unconscious；　drew　the　child　as　if　away　from　HIM；　and　nearer　to　her
breast。　　The　shamed　blood　rushed　to　Rand's　face；　and　saying　half
aloud；　〃I'm　not　going　to　take　your　precious　babe　away　from　you；〃　he
turned　in　half…boyish　pettishness　away。　　Nevertheless　he　came　back
again　shortly　to　the　bedside；　and　gazed　upon　them　both。　　She
certainly　did　look　altogether　more　ladylike；　and　less　aggressive；
lying　there　so　still：　sickness；　that　cheap　refining　process　of　some
natures；　was　not　unbecoming　to　her。　　But　this　bundle！　　A　boyish
curiosity；　stronger　than　even　his　strong　objection　to　the　whole
episode；　was　steadily　impelling　him　to　lift　the　blanket　from　it。
〃I　suppose　she'd　waken　if　I　did；〃　said　Rand；　〃but　I'd　like　to　know
what　right　the　doctor　had　to　wrap　it　up　in　my　best　flannel　shirt。〃
This　fresh　grievance；　the　fruit　of　his　curiosity；　sent　him　away
again　to　meditate　on　the　ledge。　　After　a　few　moments　he　returned
again；　opened　the　cupboard　at　the　foot　of　the　bed　softly；　took
thence　a　piece　of　chalk；　and　scrawled　in　large　letters　upon　the
door　of　the　cupboard；　〃If　you　want　anything；　sing　out：　I'm　just
outside。RAND。〃　　This　done；　he　took　a　blanket　and　bear…skin　from
the　corner；　and　walked　to　the　door。　　But　here　he　paused；　looked
back　at　the　inscription　（evidently　not　satisfied　with　it）；
returned；　took　up　the　chalk；　added　a　line；　but　rubbed　it　out　again；
repeated　this　operation　a　few　times　until　he　produced　the　polite
postscript；〃Hope　you'll　be　better　soon。〃　　Then　he　retreated　to
the　ledge；　spread　the　bear…skin　beside　the　door；　and；　rolling
himself　in　a　blanket；　lit　his　pipe　for　his　night…long　vigil。　　But
Rand；　although　a　martyr；　a　philosopher；　and　a　moralist；　was　young。
In　less　than　ten　minutes　the　pipe　dropped　from　his　lips；　and　he　was
asleep。


He　awoke　with　a　strange　sense　of　heat　and　suffocation；　and　with
difficulty　shook　off　his　covering。　　Rubbing　his　eyes；　he　discovered
that　an　extra　blanket　had　in　some　mysterious　way　been　added　in　the
night；　and　beneath　his　head　was　a　pillow　he　had　no　recollection　of
placing　there　when　he　went　to　sleep。　　By　degrees　the　events　of　the
past　night　forced　themselves　upon　his　benumbed　faculties；　and　he
sat　up。　　The　sun　was　riding　high；　the　door　of　the　cabin　was　open。
Stretching　himself；　he　staggered　to　his　feet；　and　looked　in　through
the　yawning　crack　at　the　hinges。　　He　rubbed　his　eyes　again。　　Was　he
still　asleep；　and　followed　by　a　dream　of　yesterday？　　For　there；
even　in　the　very　attitude　he　remembered　to　have　seen　her　sitting　at
her　luncheon　on　the　previous　day；　with　her　knitting　on　her　lap；　sat
Mrs。　Sol　Saunders！　　What　did　it　mean？　or　had　she　really　been
sitting　there　ever　since；　and　all　the　events　that　followed　only　a
dream？

A　hand　was　laid　upon　his　arm；　and；　turning；　he　saw　the　murky　black
eyes　and　Indian…inked　beard　of　Sol　beside　him。　　That　gentleman　put
his　finger　on　his　lips　with　a　theatrical　gesture；　and　then；　slowly
retreating　in　the　well…known　manner　of　the　buried　Majesty　of
Denmark；　waved　him；　like　another　Hamlet；　to　a　remoter　part　of　the
ledge。　　This　reached；　he　grasped　Rand　warmly　by　the　hand；　shook　it
heartily；　and　said；　〃It's　all　right；　my　boy；　all　right！〃

〃But〃　began　Rand。　　The　hot　blood　flowed　to　his　cheeks：　he
stammered；　and　stopped　short。

〃It's　all　right；　I　say！　　Don't　you　mind！　　We'll　pull　you　through。〃

〃But；　Mrs。　Sol！　what　does　she〃

〃Rosey　has　taken　the　matter　in　hand；　sir；　and　when　that　woman　takes
a　matter　in　hand；　whether　it's　a　baby　or　a　rehearsal；　sir；　she
makes　it　buzz。〃

〃But　how　did　she　know？〃　stammered　Rand。

〃How？　　Well；　sir；　the　scene　opened　something　like　this；〃　said　Sol
professionally。　　〃Curtain　rises　on　me　and　Mrs。　Sol。　　Domestic
interior：　practicable　chairs；　table；　books；　newspapers。　　Enter　Dr。
Duchesne；eccentric　character　part；　very　popular　with　the　boys；
tells　off…hand　affecting　story　of　strange　womanone　'more
unfortunate'having　baby　in　Eagle's　Nest；　lonely　place　on　'peaks
of　Snowdon；'　midnight；　eagles　screaming；　you　know；　and　far　down
unfathomable　depths；　only　attendant；　cold…blooded　ruffian；
evidently　father　of　child；　with　sinister　designs　on　child　and
mother。〃

〃He　didn't　say　THAT！〃　said　Rand；　with　an　agonized　smile。

〃Order！　　Sit　down　in　front！〃　continued　Sol　easily。　　〃Mrs。　Sol
highly　interested；　a　mother　herselfdemands　name　of　place。　　'Table
Mountain。'　　No；　it　cannot　beit　is！　　Excitement。　　Mystery！　　Rosey
rises　to　occasioncomes　to　front：　'Some　one　must　go；　IIwill　go
myself！'　　Myself；　coming　to　center：　'Not　alone；　dearest；　II　will
accompany　you！'　　A　shriek　at　right　upper　center。　　Enter　the
'Marysville　Pet。'　　'I　have　h