wessex tales- 第10部分

'Staves　and　pitchforksin　the　name　o'　the　law！　　And　take　'em　in　yer
hands　and　go　in　quest；　and　do　as　we　in　authority　tell　ye！'

Thus　aroused；　the　men　prepared　to　give　chase。　　The　evidence　was；
indeed；　though　circumstantial；　so　convincing；　that　but　little
argument　was　needed　to　show　the　shepherd's　guests　that　after　what
they　had　seen　it　would　look　very　much　like　connivance　if　they　did
not　instantly　pursue　the　unhappy　third　stranger；　who　could　not　as
yet　have　gone　more　than　a　few　hundred　yards　over　such　uneven
country。

A　shepherd　is　always　well　provided　with　lanterns；　and；　lighting
these　hastily；　and　with　hurdle…staves　in　their　hands；　they　poured
out　of　the　door；　taking　a　direction　along　the　crest　of　the　hill；
away　from　the　town；　the　rain　having　fortunately　a　little　abated。

Disturbed　by　the　noise；　or　possibly　by　unpleasant　dreams　of　her
baptism；　the　child　who　had　been　christened　began　to　cry　heart…
brokenly　in　the　room　overhead。　　These　notes　of　grief　came　down
through　the　chinks　of　the　floor　to　the　ears　of　the　women　below；　who
jumped　up　one　by　one；　and　seemed　glad　of　the　excuse　to　ascend　and
comfort　the　baby；　for　the　incidents　of　the　last　half…hour　greatly
oppressed　them。　　Thus　in　the　space　of　two　or　three　minutes　the　room
on　the　ground…floor　was　deserted　quite。

But　it　was　not　for　long。　　Hardly　had　the　sound　of　footsteps　died
away　when　a　man　returned　round　the　corner　of　the　house　from　the
direction　the　pursuers　had　taken。　　Peeping　in　at　the　door；　and
seeing　nobody　there；　he　entered　leisurely。　　It　was　the　stranger　of
the　chimney…corner；　who　had　gone　out　with　the　rest。　　The　motive　of
his　return　was　shown　by　his　helping　himself　to　a　cut　piece　of
skimmer…cake　that　lay　on　a　ledge　beside　where　he　had　sat；　and　which
he　had　apparently　forgotten　to　take　with　him。　　He　also　poured　out
half　a　cup　more　mead　from　the　quantity　that　remained；　ravenously
eating　and　drinking　these　as　he　stood。　　He　had　not　finished　when
another　figure　came　in　just　as　quietlyhis　friend　in　cinder…gray。

'Oyou　here？'　said　the　latter；　smiling。　　'I　thought　you　had　gone　to
help　in　the　capture。'　　And　this　speaker　also　revealed　the　object　of
his　return　by　looking　solicitously　round　for　the　fascinating　mug　of
old　mead。

'And　I　thought　you　had　gone；'　said　the　other；　continuing　his
skimmer…cake　with　some　effort。

'Well；　on　second　thoughts；　I　felt　there　were　enough　without　me；'
said　the　first　confidentially；　'and　such　a　night　as　it　is；　too。
Besides；　'tis　the　business　o'　the　Government　to　take　care　of　its
criminalsnot　mine。'

'True；　so　it　is。　　And　I　felt　as　you　did；　that　there　were　enough
without　me。'

'I　don't　want　to　break　my　limbs　running　over　the　humps　and　hollows
of　this　wild　country。'

'Nor　I　neither；　between　you　and　me。'

'These　shepherd…people　are　used　to　itsimple…minded　souls；　you
know；　stirred　up　to　anything　in　a　moment。　　They'll　have　him　ready
for　me　before　the　morning；　and　no　trouble　to　me　at　all。'

'They'll　have　him；　and　we　shall　have　saved　ourselves　all　labour　in
the　matter。'

'True；　true。　　Well；　my　way　is　to　Casterbridge；　and　'tis　as　much　as
my　legs　will　do　to　take　me　that　far。　　Going　the　same　way？'

'No；　I　am　sorry　to　say！　　I　have　to　get　home　over　there'　（he　nodded
indefinitely　to　the　right）；　'and　I　feel　as　you　do；　that　it　is　quite
enough　for　my　legs　to　do　before　bedtime。'

The　other　had　by　this　time　finished　the　mead　in　the　mug；　after
which；　shaking　hands　heartily　at　the　door；　and　wishing　each　other
well；　they　went　their　several　ways。

In　the　meantime　the　company　of　pursuers　had　reached　the　end　of　the
hog's…back　elevation　which　dominated　this　part　of　the　down。　　They
had　decided　on　no　particular　plan　of　action；　and；　finding　that　the
man　of　the　baleful　trade　was　no　longer　in　their　company；　they　seemed
quite　unable　to　form　any　such　plan　now。　　They　descended　in　all
directions　down　the　hill；　and　straightway　several　of　the　party　fell
into　the　snare　set　by　Nature　for　all　misguided　midnight　ramblers
over　this　part　of　the　cretaceous　formation。　　The　'lanchets；'　or
flint　slopes；　which　belted　the　escarpment　at　intervals　of　a　dozen
yards；　took　the　less　cautious　ones　unawares；　and　losing　their
footing　on　the　rubbly　steep　they　slid　sharply　downwards；　the
lanterns　rolling　from　their　hands　to　the　bottom；　and　there　lying　on
their　sides　till　the　horn　was　scorched　through。

When　they　had　again　gathered　themselves　together；　the　shepherd；　as
the　man　who　knew　the　country　best；　took　the　lead；　and　guided　them
round　these　treacherous　inclines。　　The　lanterns；　which　seemed　rather
to　dazzle　their　eyes　and　warn　the　fugitive　than　to　assist　them　in
the　exploration；　were　extinguished；　due　silence　was　observed；　and　in
this　more　rational　order　they　plunged　into　the　vale。　　It　was　a
grassy；　briery；　moist　defile；　affording　some　shelter　to　any　person
who　had　sought　it；　but　the　party　perambulated　it　in　vain；　and
ascended　on　the　other　side。　　Here　they　wandered　apart；　and　after　an
interval　closed　together　again　to　report　progress。

At　the　second　time　of　closing　in　they　found　themselves　near　a　lonely
ash；　the　single　tree　on　this　part　of　the　coomb；　probably　sown　there
by　a　passing　bird　some　fifty　years　before。　　And　here；　standing　a
little　to　one　side　of　the　trunk；　as　motionless　as　the　trunk　itself；
appeared　the　man　they　were　in　quest　of；　his　outline　being　well
defined　against　the　sky　beyond。　　The　band　noiselessly　drew　up　and
faced　him。

'Your　money　or　your　life！'　said　the　constable　sternly　to　the　still
figure。

'No；　no；'　whispered　John　Pitcher。　　''Tisn't　our　side　ought　to　say
that。　　That's　the　doctrine　of　vagabonds　like　him；　and　we　be　on　the
side　of　the　law。'

'Well；　well；'　replied　the　constable　impatiently；　'I　must　say
something；　mustn't　I？　and　if　you　had　all　the　weight　o'　this
undertaking　upon　your　mind；　perhaps　you'd　say　the　wrong　thing　too！
Prisoner　at　the　bar；　surrender；　in　the　name　of　the　Fatherthe
Crown；　I　mane！'

The　man　under　the　tree　seemed　now　to　notice　them　for　the　first　time；
and；　giving　them　no　opportunity　whatever　for　exhibiting　their
courage；　he　strolled　slowly　towards　them。　　He　was；　indeed；　the
little　man；　the　third　stranger；　but　his　trepidation　had　in　a　great
measure　gone。

'Well；　travellers；'　he　said；　'did　I　hear　ye　speak　to　me？'

'You　did：　　you've　got　to　come　and　be　our　prisoner　at　once！'　said　the
constable。　　'We　arrest　'ee　on　the　charge　of　not　biding　in
Casterbridge　jail　in　a　decent　proper　manner　to　be　hung　to…morrow
morning。　　Neighbours；　do　your　duty；　and　seize　the　culpet！'

On　hearing　the　charge；　the　man　seemed　enlightened；　and；　saying　not
another　word；　resigned　himself　with　preternatural　civility　to　the
search…party；　who；　with　their　staves　in　their　hands；　surrounded　him
on　all　sides；　and　marched　him　back　towards　the　shepherd's　cottage。

It　was　eleven　o'clock　by　the　time　they　arrived。　　The　light　shining
from　the　open　door；　a　sound　of　men's　voices　within；　proclaimed　to
them　as　they　approached　the　house　that　some　new　events　had　arisen　in
their　absence。　　On　entering　they　discovered　the　shepherd's　living
room　to　be　invaded　by　two　officers　from　Casterbridge　jail；　and　a
well…known　magistrate　who　lived　at　the　nearest　country…seat；
intelligence　of　the　escape　having　become　generally　circulated。

'Gentlemen；'　said　the　constable；　'I　have　brought　back　your　mannot
without　risk　and　danger；　but　every　one　must　do　his　duty！　　He　is
inside　this　circle　of　able…bodied　persons；　who　have　lent　me　useful
aid；　considering　their　ignorance　of　Crown　work。　　Men；　bring　forward
your　prisoner！'　　And　the　third　stranger　was　led　to　the　light。

'Who　is　this？'　said　one　of　the　officials。

'The　man；'　said　the　constable。

'Certainly　not；'　said　the　turnkey；　and　the　first　corroborated　his
statement。

'But　how　can　it　be　otherwise？'　asked　the　constable。　　'Or　why　was　he
so　terrified　at　sight　o'　the　singing　instrument　of　the　law　who　sat
there？'　　Here　he　related　the　strange　behaviour　of　the　third　stranger
on　entering　the　house　during　the　hangman's　song。

'Can't　understand　it；'　said　the　officer　coolly。　　'All　I　know　is　that
it　is　not　the　condemned　man。　　He's　quite　a　different　character　from
this　one；　a　gauntish　fellow；　with　dark　hair　and　eyes；　rather　good…
looking；　and　with　a　musical　bass　voice　that　if　you　heard　it　once
you'd　never　mistake　as　long　as　you　lived。'

'Why；　souls'twas　the　man　in　the　chimney…corner！'

'Heywhat？'　said　the　magistrate；　coming　forward　after　inquiring
particulars　from　the　shepherd　in　the　background。　　'Haven't　you　got
the　man　after　all？'

'Well；　sir；'　said　the　constable；　'he's　the　man　we　were　in　search　of；
that's　true；　and　yet　he's　not　the　man　we　were　in　search　of。　　For　the
man　we　were　in　search　of　was　not　the　man　we　wanted；　sir；　if　you
understand　my　every…day　way；　for　'twas　the　man　in　the　chimney…
corner！'

'A　pretty　kettle　of　fish　altogether！'　said　the　magistrate。　　'You　had
better　start　for　the　other　man　at　once。'

The　prisoner　now　spoke　for　the　first　time。　　The　mention　of　the　man
in　the　chimney…corner　seemed　to　have　moved　him　as　nothing　else　could
do。　　'Sir；'　he　said；　stepping　forward　to　the　magistrate；　'take　no
more　trouble　about　me。　　The　time　is　come　when　I　may　as　well　speak。
I　have　done　nothing；　my　crime　is　that　the　condemned　man　is　my
brother。　　Early　this　afternoon　I　left　home　at　Shottsford　to　tramp　it
all　the　way　to　Casterbridge　jail　to　bid　him　farewell。　　I　was
benighted；　and　called　here　to　rest　and　ask　the　way。　　When　I　opened
the　door　I　saw　before　me　the　very　man；　my　brother；　that　I　thought　to
see　in　the　condemned　cell　at　Casterbridge。　　He　was　in　this　chimney…
corner；　and　jammed　close　to　him；　so　that　he　could　not　have　got　out
if　he　had　tried；　was　the　executioner　who'd　come　to　take　his　life；
singing　a　song　about　it　and　not　knowing　that　it　was　his　victim　who
was　close　by；　joining　in　to　save　appearances。　　My　brother　looked　a
glance　of　agony　at　me；　and　I　knew　he　meant；　〃Don't　reveal　what　you
see；　my　life　depends　on　it。〃　　I　was　so　terror…struck　that　I　could
hardly　stand；　and；　not　knowing　what　I　did；　I　turned　and　hurried
away。'

The　narrator's　manner　and　tone　had　the　stamp　of　truth；　and　his　story
made　a　great　impression　on　all　around。　　'And　do　you　know　where　your
brother　is　at　the　present　time？'　asked　the　magistr