a waif of the plains(草原流浪儿)-第4章
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away a part of the distance with its eating fires。 As it sank still lower； it
shot out long； luminous rays； diverging fan…like across the plain； as if； in
the boy's excited fancy； it too were searching for the lost estrays。 And as
one long beam seemed to linger over his hiding…place； he even thought
that it might serve as a guide to Silsbee and the other seekers； and was
constrained to stagger to his feet； erect in its light。 But it soon sank； and
with it Clarence dropped back again to his crouching watch。 Yet he knew
that the daylight was still good for an hour； and with the withdrawal of that
mystic sunset glory objects became even more distinct and sharply defined
than at any other time。 And with the merciful sheathing of that flaming
sword which seemed to have swayed between him and the vanished train；
his eyes already felt a blessed relief。
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CHAPTER III
With the setting of the sun an ominous silence fell。 He could hear
the low breathing of Susy； and even fancied he could hear the beating of
his own heart in that oppressive hush of all nature。 For the day's march had
always been accompanied by the monotonous creaking of wheels and
axles； and even the quiet of the night encampment had been always more
or less broken by the movement of unquiet sleepers on the wagon beds； or
the breathing of the cattle。 But here there was neither sound nor motion。
Susy's prattle； and even the sound of his own voice； would have broken
the benumbing spell； but it was a part of his growing self…denial now that
he refrained from waking her even by a whisper。 She would awaken
soon enough to thirst and hunger； perhaps； and then what was he to do？ If
that looked…for help would only come nowwhile she still slept。 For it was
part of his boyish fancy that if he could deliver her asleep and
undemonstrative of fear and suffering； he would be less blameful； and she
less mindful of her trouble。 If it did not come but he would not think of
that yet！ If she was thirsty meantime well； it might rain； and there was
always the dew which they used to brush off the morning grass； he would
take off his shirt and catch it in that； like a shipwrecked mariner。 It
would be funny； and make her laugh。 For himself he would not laugh； he
felt he was getting very old and grown up in this loneliness。
It was getting darkerthey should be looking into the wagons now。 A
new doubt began to assail him。 Ought he not； now that he was rested；
make the most of the remaining moments of daylight； and before the glow
faded from the west； when he would no longer have any bearings to guide
him？ But there was always the risk of waking her！to what？ The fear
of being confronted again with HER fear and of being unable to pacify her；
at last decided him to remain。 But he crept softly through the grass； and in
the dust of the track traced the four points of the compass； as he could still
determine them by the sunset light； with a large printed W to indicate the
west！ This boyish contrivance particularly pleased him。 If he had only
had a pole； a stick； or even a twig； on which to tie his handkerchief and
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erect it above the clump of mesquite as a signal to the searchers in case
they should be overcome by fatigue or sleep； he would have been happy。
But the plain was barren of brush or timber； he did not dream that this
omission and the very unobtrusiveness of his hiding…place would be his
salvation from a greater danger。
With the coming darkness the wind arose and swept the plain with a
long…drawn sigh。 This increased to a murmur； till presently the whole
expansebefore sunk in awful silenceseemed to awake with vague
complaints； incessant sounds； and low moanings。 At times he thought he
heard the halloaing of distant voices； at times it seemed as a whisper in his
own ear。 In the silence that followed each blast he fancied he could
detect the creaking of the wagon； the dull thud of the oxen's hoofs； or
broken fragments of speech； blown and scattered even as he strained his
ears to listen by the next gust。 This tension of the ear began to confuse
his brain； as his eyes had been previously dazzled by the sunlight； and a
strange torpor began to steal over his faculties。 Once or twice his head
dropped。
He awoke with a start。 A moving figure had suddenly uplifted itself
between him and the horizon！ It was not twenty yards away； so clearly
outlined against the still luminous sky that it seemed even nearer。 A
human figure； but so disheveled； so fantastic； and yet so mean and puerile
in its extravagance； that it seemed the outcome of a childish dream。 It
was a mounted figure； but so ludicrously disproportionate to the pony it
bestrode； whose slim legs were stiffly buried in the dust in a breathless
halt； that it might have been a straggler from some vulgar wandering
circus。 A tall hat； crownless and rimless； a castaway of civilization；
surmounted by a turkey's feather； was on its head； over its shoulders hung
a dirty tattered blanket that scarcely covered the two painted legs which
seemed clothed in soiled yellow hose。 In one hand it held a gun； the
other was bent above its eyes in eager scrutiny of some distant point
beyond and east of the spot where the children lay concealed。 Presently；
with a dozen quick noiseless strides of the pony's legs； the apparition
moved to the right； its gaze still fixed on that mysterious part of the
horizon。 There was no mistaking it now！ The painted Hebraic face； the
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large curved nose； the bony cheek； the broad mouth； the shadowed eyes；
the straight long matted locks！ It was an Indian！ Not the picturesque
creature of Clarence's imagination； but still an Indian！ The boy was
uneasy； suspicious； antagonistic； but not afraid。 He looked at the heavy
animal face with the superiority of intelligence； at the half…naked figure
with the conscious supremacy of dress； at the lower individuality with the
contempt of a higher race。 Yet a moment after； when the figure wheeled
and disappeared towards the undulating west； a strange chill crept over
him。 Yet he did not know that in this puerile phantom and painted pigmy
the awful majesty of Death had passed him by。
〃Mamma！〃
It was Susy's voice； struggling into consciousness。 Perhaps she had
been instinctively conscious of the boy's sudden fears。
〃Hush！〃
He had just turned to the objective point of the Indian's gaze。 There
WAS something！ A dark line was moving along with the gathering
darkness。 For a moment he hardly dared to voice his thoughts eve
