the red cross girl(红十字姑娘)-第26部分
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〃WHAT'S not connected？〃 yelled Carr。 He fell upon David。 He half…
lifted； half…dragged him to his feet。
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〃If you know what's wrong with that gun； you fix it！ Fix it；〃 he
shouted； 〃or I'll〃
David was not concerned with the vengeance Carr threatened。 For； on
the instant a miracle had taken place。 With the swift insidiousness of
morphine； peace ran through his veins； soothed his racked body； his
jangled nerves。 The Three Friends had made the harbor； and was gliding
through water flat as a pond。 But David did not know why the change had
come。 He knew only that his soul and body were at rest； that the sun was
shining； that he had passed through the valley of the shadow； and once
more was a sane； sound young man。
With a savage thrust of the shoulder he sent Lighthouse Harry
sprawling from the gun。 With swift； practised fingers he fell upon its
mechanism。 He wrenched it apart。 He lifted it； reset； readjusted it。
Ignorant themselves； those about him saw that he understood； saw that
his work was good。
They raised a joyous； defiant cheer。 But a shower of bullets drove
them to cover； bullets that ripped the deck； splintered the superstructure；
smashed the glass in the air ports； like angry wasps sang in a continuous
whining chorus。 Intent only on the gun； David worked feverishly。 He
swung to the breech； locked it； and dragged it open； pulled on the trigger
and found it gave before his forefinger。
He shouted with delight。
〃I've got it working；〃 he yelled。
He turned to his audience； but his audience had fled。 From beneath one
of the life…boats protruded the riding…boots of Colonel Beamish； the tall
form of Lighthouse Harry was doubled behind a water butt。 A shell
splashed to port； a shell splashed to starboard。 For an instant David stood
staring wide…eyed at the greyhound of a boat that ate up the distance
between them； at the jets of smoke and stabs of flame that sprang from her
bow； at the figures crouched behind her gunwale； firing in volleys。
To David it came suddenly； convincingly； that in a dream he had lived
it all before； and something like raw poison stirred in David； something
leaped to his throat and choked him； something rose in his brain and made
him see scarlet。 He felt rather than saw young Carr kneeling at the box of
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ammunition； and holding a shell toward him。 He heard the click as the
breech shut； felt the rubber tire of the brace give against the weight of his
shoulder； down a long shining tube saw the pursuing gun…boat； saw her
again and many times disappear behind a flash of flame。 A bullet gashed
his forehead； a bullet passed deftly through his forearm； but he did not
heed them。 Confused with the thrashing of the engines； with the roar of the
gun he heard a strange voice shrieking unceasingly：
〃Cuba libre！〃 it yelled。 〃To hell with Spain！〃 and he found that the
voice was his own。
The story lost nothing in the way Carr wrote it。
〃And the best of it is；〃 he exclaimed joyfully； 〃it's true！〃
For a Spanish gun…boat HAD been crippled and forced to run herself
aground by a tug…boat manned by Cuban patriots； and by a single gun
served by one man； and that man an American。 It was the first sea…fight of
the war。 Over night a Cuban navy had been born； and into the limelight a
cub reporter had projected a new 〃hero；〃 a ready…made； warranted…not…to…
run； popular idol。
They were seated in the pilot…house； 〃Jimmy〃 Doyle； Carr； and David；
the patriots and their arms had been safely dumped upon the coast of Cuba；
and The Three Friends was gliding swiftly and； having caught the Florida
straits napping； smoothly toward Key West。 Carr had just finished reading
aloud his account of the engagement。
You will tell the story just as I have written it；〃 commanded the proud
author。 〃Your being South as a travelling salesman was only a blind。 You
came to volunteer for this expedition。 Before you could explain your wish
you were mistaken for a secret…service man； and hustled on board。 That
was just where you wanted to be； and when the moment arrived you took
command of the ship and single…handed won the naval battle of Nipe
Bay。〃
Jimmy Doyle nodded his head approvingly。 〃You certainty did； Dave；〃
protested the great man； 〃I seen you when you done it！〃
At Key West Carr filed his story and while the hospital surgeons kept
David there over one steamer； to dress his wounds； his fame and features
spread across the map of the United States。
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Burdett and Sons basked in reflected glory。 Reporters besieged their
office。 At the Merchants Down…Town Club the business men of lower
Broadway tendered congratulations。
〃Of course； it's a great surprise to us；〃 Burdett and Sons would protest
and wink heavily。 〃Of course； when the boy asked to be sent South we'd
no idea he was planning to fight for Cuba！ Or we wouldn't have let him go；
would we？〃 Then again they would wink heavily。 〃I suppose you know；〃
they would say； 〃that he's a direct descendant of General Hiram Greene；
who won the battle of Trenton。 What I say is； 'Blood will tell！'〃 And then
in a body every one in the club would move against the bar and exclaim：
〃Here's to Cuba libre！〃
When the Olivette from Key West reached Tampa Bay every Cuban in
the Tampa cigar factories was at the dock。 There were thousands of them
and all of the Junta； in high hats； to read David an address of welcome。
And； when they saw him at the top of the gang…plank with his head in
a bandage and his arm in a sling； like a mob of maniacs they howled and
surged toward him。 But before they could reach their hero the courteous
Junta forced them back； and cleared a pathway for a young girl。 She was
travel…worn and pale； her shirt…waist was disgracefully wrinkled； her best
hat was a wreck。 No one on Broadway would have recognized her as
Burdett and Sons' most immaculate and beautiful stenographer。
She dug the shapeless hat into David's shoulder； and clung to him。
〃David！〃 she sobbed； 〃promise me you'll never； never do it again！〃
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CHAPTER 5。 THE SAILORMAN
Before Latimer put him on watch； the Nantucket sailorman had not a
care in the world。 If the wind blew from the north； he spun to the left； if it
came from the south； he spun to the right。 But it was entirely the wind that
was responsible。 So； whichever way he turned； he smiled broadly； happily。
His outlook upon the world was that of one who loved his fellowman。 He
had many brothers as like him as twins all over Nantucket and Cape Cod
and the North Shore； smiling from the railings of verandas； from the roofs
of bungalows； from the eaves of summer palaces。 Empaled on their little
iron uprights； each sailorman whirledsometimes languidly； like a great
lady revolving to the slow measures of a waltz； sometimes so rapidly that
he made you quite dizzy； and had he not been a sailorman with a heart of
oak and a head and stomach of pine； he would have been quite seasick。
But the particular sailorman that Latimer bought for Helen Page and put
on sentry duty carried on his shoulders most grave and unusual
responsibilities。 He was the guardian of a buried treasure； the keeper of the
happiness of two young people。 It was really asking a great deal of a care…
free； happy…go…lucky weather…vane。
Every summer from Boston Helen Page's people had been coming to
Fair Harbor。 They knew it when what now is the polo field was their cow
pasture。 And whether at the age of twelve or of twenty or more； Helen
Page ruled Fair Harbor。 When she arrived the 〃season〃 opened； when she
departed the local trades…people sighed and began to take account of stock。
She was so popular because she possessed charm； and because she played
no favorites。 To the grooms who held the ponies on the sidelines her
manner was just as simple and interested as it was to the gilded youths
who came to win the championship cups and remained to try to win Helen。
She was just as genuinely pleased to make a four at tennis with the 〃kids〃
as to take tea on the veranda of the club…house with the matrons。 To each
her manner was always as though she were of their age。 When she met the
latter on the beach road； she greeted them riotously and joyfully by their
maiden names。 And the matrons liked it。 In comparison the deference
shown them by the other young women did not so strongly appeal。
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〃When I'm jogging along in my station wagon；〃 said one of them； 〃and
Helen shrieks and waves at me from her car； I feel as though I were twenty
