the underground city-地下城(英文版)-第14章

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elf　at　the　entrance　of　the　Firth；　ten　miles　to　the　north；　when　she　was　really　running　on　a　shore　which　offered　no　refuge。

What　could　be　done　to　save　her；　if　there　was　still　time？　　It　was　too　late。　　A　frightful　crash　was　heard　above　the　tumult　of　the　elements。　The　vessel　had　struck。　　The　white　line　of　surf　was　broken　for　an　instant；　she　heeled　over　on　her　side　and　lay　among　the　rocks。


At　the　same　time；　by　a　strange　coincidence；　the　long　flame　disappeared；　as　if　it　had　been　swept　away　by　a　violent　gust。　　Earth；　sea；　and　sky　were　plunged　in　plete　darkness。

〃The　Fire…Maiden！〃　shouted　Ryan；　for　the　last　time；　as　the　apparition；　which　he　and　his　panions　believed　supernatural；　disappeared。　But　then　the　courage　of　these　superstitious　Scotchmen；　which　had　failed　before　a　fancied　danger；　returned　in　face　of　a　real　one；　which　they　were　ready　to　brave　in　order　to　save　their　fellow…creatures。　The　tempest　did　not　deter　them。　As　heroic　as　they　had　before　been　credulous；　fastening　ropes　round　their　waists；　they　rushed　into　the　waves　to　the　aid　of　those　on　the　wreck。

Happily；　they　succeeded　in　their　endeavors；　although　some……and　bold　Jack　Ryan　was　among　the　number……were　severely　wounded　on　the　rocks。　But　the　captain　of　the　vessel　and　the　eight　sailors　who　posed　his　crew　were　hauled　up；　safe　and　sound；　on　the　beach。

The　ship　was　the　Norwegian　brig　MOTALA；　laden　with　timber；　and　bound　for　Glasgow。　　Of　the　MOTALA　herself　nothing　remained　but　a　few　spars；　washed　up　by　the　waves；　and　dashed　among　the　rocks　on　the　beach。

Jack　Ryan　and　three　of　his　panions；　wounded　like　himself；　were　carried　into　a　room　of　Melrose　Farm；　where　every　care　was　lavished　on　them。　　Ryan　was　the　most　hurt；　for　when　with　the　rope　round　his　waist　he　had　rushed　into　the　sea；　the　waves　had　almost　immediately　dashed　him　back　against　the　rocks。　He　was　brought；　indeed；　very　nearly　lifeless　on　to　the　beach。

The　brave　fellow　was　therefore　confined　to　bed　for　several　days；　to　his　great　disgust。　　However；　as　soon　as　he　was　given　permission　to　sing　as　much　as　he　liked；　he　bore　his　trouble　patiently；　and　the　farm　echoed　all　day　with　his　jovial　voice。　But　from　this　adventure　he　imbibed　a　more　lively　sentiment　of　fear　with　regard　to　brownies　and　other　goblins　who　amuse　themselves　by　plaguing　mankind；　and　he　made　them　responsible　for　the　catastrophe　of　the　Motala。　　It　would　have　been　vain　to　try　and　convince　him　that　the　Fire…Maidens　did　not　exist；　and　that　the　flame；　so　suddenly　appearing　among　the　ruins；　was　but　a　natural　phenomenon。　　No　reasoning　could　make　him　believe　it。　His　panions　were；　if　possible；　more　obstinate　than　he　in

their　credulity。　　According　to　them；　one　of　the　Fire…Maidens　had　maliciously　attracted　the　MOTALA　to　the　coast。　　As　to　wishing　to　punish　her；　as　well　try　to　bring　the　tempest　to　justice！　The　magistrates　might　order　what　arrests　they　pleased；　but　a　flame　cannot　be　imprisoned；　an　impalpable　being　can't　be　handcuffed。　It　must　be　acknowledged　that　the　researches　which　were　ultimately　made　gave　ground；　at　least　in　appearance；　to　this　superstitious　way　of　explaining　the　facts。

The　inquiry　was　made　with　great　care。　　Officials　came　to　Dundonald　Castle；　and　they　proceeded　to　conduct　a　most　vigorous　search。　The　magistrate　wished　first　to　ascertain　if　the　ground　bore　any　footprints；　which　could　be　attributed　to　other　than　goblins'　feet。　It　was　impossible　to　find　the　least　trace；　whether　old　or　new。　Moreover；　the　earth；　still　damp　from　the　rain　of　the　day　before；　would　have　preserved　the　least　vestige。

The　result　of　all　this　was；　that　the　magistrates　only　got　for　their　trouble　a　new　legend　added　to　so　many　others……a　legend　which　would　be　perpetuated　by　the　remembrance　of　the　catastrophe　of　the　MOTALA；　and　indisputably　confirm　the　truth　of　the　apparition　of　the　Fire…Maidens。

A　hearty　fellow　like　Jack　Ryan；　with　so　strong　a　constitution；　could　not　be　long　confined　to　his　bed。　　A　few　sprains　and　bruises　were　not　quite　enough　to　keep　him　on　his　back　longer　than　he　liked。　He　had　not　time　to　be　ill。

Jack；　therefore；　soon　got　well。　　As　soon　as　he　was　on　his　legs　again；　before　resuming　his　work　on　the　farm；　he　wished　to　go　and　visit　his　friend　Harry；　and　learn　why　he　had　not　e　to　the　Irvine　merry…making。　He　could　not　understand　his　absence；　for　Harry　was　not　a　man　who　would　willingly　promise　and　not　perform。　It　was　unlikely；　too；　that　the　son　of　the　old　overman　had　not　heard　of　the　wreck　of　the　MOTALA；　as　it　was　in　all　the　papers。　He　must　know　the　part　Jack　had　taken　in　it；　and　what　had　happened　to　him；　and　it　was　unlike　Harry　not　to　hasten　to　the　farm　and　see　how　his　old　chum　was　going　on。

As　Harry　had　not　e；　there　must　have　been　something　to　prevent　him。　Jack　Ryan　would　as　soon　deny　the　existence　of　the　Fire…Maidens　as　believe　in　Harry's　indifference。

Two　days　after　the　catastrophe　Jack　left　the　farm　merily；　feeling　nothing　of　his　wounds。　　Singing　in　the　fullness　of　his　heart；　he　awoke　the　echoes　of　the　cliff；　as　he　walked　to　the　station　of　the　railway；　which　VIA　Glasgow　would　take　him　to　Stirling　and　Callander。

As　he　was　waiting　for　his　train；　his　attention　was　attracted　by　a　bill　posted　up　on　the　walls；　containing　the　following　notice：

〃On　the　4th　of　December；　the　engineer；　James　Starr；　of　Edinburgh；　embarked　from　Granton　Pier；　on　board　the　Prince　of　Wales。　　He　disembarked　the　same　day　at　Stirling。　　From　that　time　nothing　further　has　been　heard　of　him。

〃Any　information　concerning　him　is　requested　to　be　sent　to　the　President　of　the　Royal　Institution；　Edinburgh。〃

Jack　Ryan；　stopping　before　one　of　these　advertisements；　read　it　twice　over；　with　extreme　surprise。

〃Mr。　Starr！〃　he　exclaimed。　　〃Why；　on　the　4th　of　December　I　met　him　with　Harry　on　the　ladder　of　the　Dochart　pit！　That　was　ten　days　ago！　　And　he　has　not　been　seen　from　that　time！　That　explains　why　my　chum　didn't　e　to　Irvine。〃

And　without　taking　time　to　inform　the　President　of　the　Royal　Institution　by　letter；　what　he　knew　relative　to　James　Starr；　Jack　jumped　into　the　train；　determining　to　go　first　of　all　to　the　Yarrow　shaft。　There　he　would　descend　to　the　depths　of　the　pit；　if　necessary；　to　find　Harry；　and　with　him　was　sure　to　be　the　engineer　James　Starr。

〃They　haven't　turned　up　again；〃　said　he　to　himself。　　〃Why？　　Has　anything　prevented　them？　　Could　any　work　of　importance　keep　them　still　at　the　bottom　of　the　mine？　　I　must　find　out！〃　and　Ryan；　hastening　his　steps；　arrived　in　less　than　an　hour　at　the　Yarrow　shaft。

Externally　nothing　was　changed。　　The　same　silence　around。　Not　a　living　creature　was　moving　in　that　desert　region。　Jack　entered　the　ruined　shed　which　covered　the　opening　of　the　shaft。　He　gazed　down　into　the　dark　abyss……nothing　was　to　be　seen。　He　listened……nothing　was　to　be　heard。

〃And　my　lamp！〃　he　exclaimed；　〃suppose　it　isn't　in　its　place！〃　The　lamp　which　Ryan　used　when　he　visited　the　pit　was　usually　deposited　in　a　corner；　near　the　landing　of　the　topmost　ladder。　It　had　disappeared。

〃Here　is　a　nuisance！〃　said　Jack；　beginning　to　feel　rather

uneasy。　　Then；　without　hesitating；　superstitious　though　he　was；　〃I　will　go；〃　said　he；　〃though　it's　as　dark　down　there　as　in　the　lowest　depths　of　the　infernal　regions！〃

And　he　began　to　descend　the　long　flight　of　ladders；　which　led　down　the　gloomy　shaft。　　Jack　Ryan　had　not　forgotten　his　old　mining　habits；　and　he　was　well　acquainted　with　the　Dochart　pit；　or　he　would　scarcely　have　dared　to　venture　thus。　He　went　very　carefully；　however。　　His　foot　tried　each　round；　as　some　of　them　were　worm…eaten。　A　false　step　would　entail　a　deadly　fall；　through　this　space　of　fifteen　hundred　feet。　He　counted　each　landing　as　he　passed　it；　knowing　that　he　could　not　reach　the　bottom　of　the　shaft　until　he　had　left　the　thirtieth。　Once　there；　he　would　have　no　trouble；　so　he　thought；　in　finding　the　cottage；　built；　as　we　have　said；　at　the　extremity　of　the　principal　passage。

Jack　Ryan　went　on　thus　until　he　got　to　the　twenty…sixth　landing；　and　consequently　had　two　hundred　feet　between　him　and　the　bottom。

Here　he　put　down　his　leg　to　feel　for　the　first　rung　of　the　twenty…seventh　ladder。　　But　his　foot　swinging　in　space　found　nothing　to　rest　on。　He　knelt　down　and　felt　about　with　his　hand　for　the　top　of　the　ladder。　It　was　in　vain。

〃Old　Nick　him