"This out of all will remain -
They have lived and have tossed:
So much of the game will be gain,
Though the gold of the dice has been lost."
一切,总算剩下了这一点——
他们经历了生活的困苦颠连;
能做到这种地步也就是胜利,
尽管他们输掉了赌博的本钱。
THEY limped painfully down the bank, and once the foremost of the two men staggered among the rough-strewn rocks. They were tired and weak, and their faces had the drawn expression of patience which comes of hardship long endured. They were heavily burdened with blanket packs which were strapped to their shoulders. Head-straps, passing across the forehead, helped support these packs.
Each man carried a rifle. They walked in a stooped posture, the shoulders well forward, the head still farther forward, the eyes bent upon the ground.
"I wish we had just about two of them cartridges that's layin' in that cache of ourn," said the second man.
His voice was utterly and drearily expressionless. He spoke without enthusiasm; and the first man, limping into the milky stream that foamed over the rocks, vouchsafed no reply.
The other man followed at his heels. They did not remove their foot-gear, though the water was icy cold - so cold that their ankles ached and their feet went numb. In places the water dashed against their knees, and both men staggered for footing.
The man who followed slipped on a smooth boulder, nearly fell, but recovered himself with a violent effort, at the same time uttering a sharp exclamation of pain. He seemed faint and dizzy and put out his free hand while he reeled, as though seeking support against the air. When he had steadied himself he stepped forward, but reeled again and nearly fell. Then he stood still and looked at the other man, who had never turned his head.
The man stood still for fully a minute, as though debating with himself. Then he called out:
"I say, Bill, I've sprained my ankle."
Bill staggered on through the milky water. He did not look around. The man watched him go, and though his face was expressionless as ever, his eyes were like the eyes of a wounded deer.
The other man limped up the farther bank and continued straight on without looking back. The man in the stream watched him. His lips trembled a little, so that the rough thatch of brown hair which covered them was visibly agitated. His tongue even strayed out to moisten them.
"Bill!" he cried out.
他的声调,阴沉沉的,干巴巴的,完全没有感情。他冷冷地说着这些话;前面的那个只顾一瘸一拐地向流过岩石、激起一片泡沫的白茫茫的小河里走去,一句话也不回答。
后面的那个紧跟着他。他们两个都没有脱掉鞋袜,虽然河水冰冷——冷得他们脚腕子疼痛,两脚麻木。每逢走到河水冲击着他们膝盖的地方,两个人都摇摇晃晃地站不稳跟在后面的那个在一块光滑的圆石头上滑了一下,差一点没摔倒,但是,他猛力一挣,站稳了,同时痛苦地尖叫了一声。他仿佛有点头昏眼花,一面摇晃着,一面伸出那只闲着的手,好象打算扶着空中的什么东西。站稳之后,他再向前走去,不料又摇晃了一下,几乎摔倒。于是,他就站着不动,瞧着前面那个一直没有回过头的人。
他这样一动不动地足足站了一分钟,好象心里在说服自己一样。接着,他就叫了起来:“喂,比尔,我扭伤脚腕子啦。”
比尔在白茫茫的河水里一摇一晃地走着。他没有回头。
后面那个人瞅着他这样走去;脸上虽然照旧没有表情,眼睛里却流露着跟一头受伤的鹿一样的神色。
前面那个人一瘸一拐,登上对面的河岸,头也不回,只顾向前走去,河里的人眼睁睁地瞧着。他的嘴唇有点发抖,因此,他嘴上那丛乱棕似的胡子也在明显地抖动。他甚至不知不觉地伸出舌头来舐舐嘴唇。
“比尔!”他大声地喊着。
- 上一篇:短篇小说- 爱神与财神
- 下一篇:短篇小说- 为生命喝彩