rs.undertheandes-第16部分
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ining breath of men dragging or lifting burdens was plainly audible。
Gradually that； too； died away with the last reverberations of the mysterious sound that had saved us； and we found ourselves alone…or at least unmolested…for in the darkness we could see nothing； except the dim outlines of the prostrate forms at our feet。
The cavern was a shambles。 The smell was that of a slaughter…house。 I had had no idea of the desperateness of our defense until I essayed to scramble over the heap of bodies to dry ground； I shuddered and grew faint； and Harry was in no better case。
Worse； he had dropped his knife when we stumbled； and we were forced to grope round in that unspeakable mess for many minutes before we found it。
〃Are you hurt； lad？〃 I asked when once we stood clear。
〃Nothing bad； I think；〃 he answered。 〃My throat is stiff； and two or three of the brutes got their teeth in me。 In the name of Heaven； Paul； what are they？ And what was that bell？〃
These were foolish questions； and I told him so。 My leg was bleeding badly where I had slashed myself； and I； too； had felt their teeth。 But； despite our utter weariness and our wounds； we wanted nothing…not even rest…so badly as we wanted to get away from that awful heap of flesh and blood and the odor of it。
Besides； we did not know at what moment they might return。 So I spoke； and Harry agreed。 I led the way； he followed。
But which way to turn？ We wanted water； both for our dry and burning throats and for our wounds； and rest and food。 We thought little of safety。 One way seemed as likely as another； so we set out with our noses as guides。
A man encounters very few misfortunes in this world which； later in life； he finds himself unable to laugh at； well； for me that endless journey was one of the few。
Every step was torture。 I had bandaged the cut on my leg as well as possible； but it continued to bleed。 But it was imperative that we should find water； and we struggled on； traversing narrow passages and immense caverns； always in plete darkness； stumbling over unseen rocks and encountering sharp corners of cross passages。
It lasted I know not how many hours。 Neither of us would have survived alone。 Time and again Harry sank to the ground and refused to rise until I perforce lifted him； once we nearly came to blows。 And I was guilty of the same weakness。
But the despair of one inspired the other with fresh strength and courage； and we struggled forward； slower and slower。 It was soul…destroying work。 I believe that in the last hour we made not more than half a mile。 I know now that for the greater part of the time we were merely retracing our steps in a vicious circle！
It was well that it ended when it did； for we could not have held out much longer。 Harry was leading the way； for I had found that that slight responsibility fortified him。 We no longer walked； we barely went forward； staggering and reeling like drunken men。
Suddenly Harry stopped short； so suddenly that I ran against him； and at the same time I felt a queer sensation…for I was too far gone to recognize it…about my feet。
Then Harry stooped over quickly； half knocking me down as he did so； and dropped to his knees； and the next instant gave an unsteady cry of joy：
〃Water！ Man； it's water！〃
How we drank and wallowed； and wallowed and drank！ That water might have contained all the poisons in the world and we would have neither known nor cared。 But it was cool； fresh； living…and it saved our lives。
We bathed our wounds and bandaged them with strips from our shirts。 Then we arranged our clothing for cushions and pillows as well as possible； took another drink； and lay down to sleep。
We must have slept a great many hours。 There was no way to judge of time； but when we awoke our joints were as stiff as though they had gotten rusty with the years。 I was brought to consciousness by the sound of Harry's voice calling my name。
Somehow…for every movement was exquisite pain…we got to our feet and reached the water； having first removed our clothing。 But we were now at that point where to drink merely aggravated our hunger。 Harry was in a savage humor； and when I laughed at him he became furious。
〃Have some sense。 I tell you； I must eat！ If it were not for your…〃
〃Go easy； Hal。 Don't say anything you'll be sorry for。 And I refuse to consider the sordid topic of food as one that may rightfully contain the elements of tragedy。 We seem to be in the position of the king of vaudeville。 If we had some ham we'd have some ham and eggs…if we had some eggs。〃
〃You may joke； but I am not made of iron！〃 he cried。
〃And what can we do but die？〃 I demanded。 〃Do you think there is any chance of our getting out of this？ Take it like a man。 Is it right for a man who has laughed at the world to begin to whine when it bees necessary to leave it？
〃You know I'm with you； I'll fight； and what I find I'll take； in the mean time I prefer not to furnish amusement for the devil。
There es a time； I believe； when the stomach debases us against our wills。 May I die before I see it。〃
〃But what are we to do？〃
〃That's more like it。 There's only one hope。 We must smell out the pantry that holds the dried fish。〃
We talked no more； but set about bathing and dressing our wounds。 Gad； how that cold water took them！ I was forced to set my teeth deep into my lip to keep from crying out； and once or twice Harry gave an involuntary grunt of pain that would not be suppressed。
When we had finished we waded far to the right to take a last deep drink； then sought our clothing and prepared to start on our all but hopeless search。 We had bee fairly well limbered up by that time and set out with parative ease。
We had gone perhaps a hundred yards； bearing off to the right； when Harry gave a sudden cry： 〃My knife is gone！〃 and stopped short。 I clapped my hand to my own belt instinctively； and found it empty both of knife and gun！ For a moment we stood in silence； then：
〃Have you got yours？〃 he demanded。
When I told him no he let out an oath。
His gun was gone； also。 We debated the matter； and decided that to attempt a search would be a useless waste of time； it was next to certain that the weapons had been lost in the water when we had first plunged in。 And so； doubly handicapped by this new loss； we again set out。
There was but one encouragement allowed to us： we were no longer in total darkness。 Gradually our eyes were being accustomed to the absence of light； and though we could by no means see clearly； nor even could properly be said to see at all； still we began to distinguish the outlines of walls several feet away； and； better than that； each of us could plainly mark the form and face of the other。
Once we stood close； less than a foot apart； for a test； and when Harry cried eagerly； 〃Thank Heaven； I can see your nose！〃 our strained feelings were relieved by a prolonged burst of genuine laughter。
There was little enough of it in the time that followed； for our sufferings now became a matter not of minutes or hours； but of days。 The assault of time is the one that unnerves a man； especially when it is aided by gnawing pain and weariness and hunger； it saps the courage and destroys the heart and fires the brain。
We dragged ourselves somehow ever onward。 We found water； the mountain was honeybed with underground streams； but no food。
More than once we were tempted to trust ourselves to one of those rushing torrents； but what reason we had left told us that our little remaining strength was unequal to the task of keeping our heads above the surface。 And yet the thought was sweet…to allow ourselves to be peacefully swept into oblivion。
We lost all idea of time and direction； and finally hope itself deserted us。 What force it was that propelled us forward must have been buried deep within the seat of animal instinct； for we lost all rational power。 The thing became a nightmare； like the crazy wanderings of a lost soul。
Forward…forward…forward！ It was a mania。
Then Harry was stricken with fever and became delirious。 And I think it was that seeming misfortune that saved us； for it gave me a spring for action and endowed me with new life。 As luck would have it； a stream of
