the underground city-地下城(英文版)-第11章

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de　by　the　Scottish　coast；　near　the　mouth　of　the　Firth　of　Clyde。　　The　most　ancient　and　the　most　famed　ruins　on　this　part

of　the　coast　were　those　of　this　castle　of　Robert　Stuart；　which　bore　the　name　of　Dundonald　Castle。

At　this　period　Dundonald　Castle；　a　refuge　for　all　the　stray　goblins　of　the　country；　was　pletely　deserted。　　It　stood　on　the　top　of　a　high　rock；　two　miles　from　the　town；　and　was　seldom　visited。　Sometimes　a　few　strangers　took　it　into　their　heads　to　explore　these　old　historical　remains；　but　then　they　always　went　alone。　The　inhabitants　of　Irvine　would　not　have　taken　them　there　at　any　price。　　Indeed；　several　legends　were　based　on　the　story　of　certain　〃fire…maidens；〃　who　haunted　the　old　castle。

The　most　superstitious　declared　they　had　seen　these　fantastic　creatures　with　their　own　eyes。　　Jack　Ryan　was　naturally　one　of　them。　It　was　a　fact　that　from　time　to　time　long　flames　appeared；　sometimes　on　a　broken　piece　of　wall；　sometimes　on　the　summit　of　the　tower　which　was　the　highest　point　of　Dundonald　Castle。

Did　these　flames　really　assume　a　human　shape；　as　was　asserted？　Did　they　merit　the　name　of　fire…maidens；　given　them　by　the　people　of　the　coast？　　It　was　evidently　just　an　optical　delusion；　aided　by　a　good　deal　of　credulity；　and　science　could　easily　have　explained　the　phenomenon。

However　that　might　be；　these　fire…maidens　had　the　reputation　of　frequenting　the　ruins　of　the　old　castle　and　there　performing　wild　strathspeys；　especially　on　dark　nights。　Jack　Ryan；　bold　fellow　though　he　was；　would　never　have　dared　to　acpany　those　dances　with　the　music　of　his　bagpipes。

〃Old　Nick　is　enough　for　them！〃　said　he。　　〃He　doesn't　need　me　to　plete　his　infernal　orchestra。〃

We　may　well　believe　that　these　strange　apparitions　frequently　furnished　a　text　for　the　evening　stories。　Jack　Ryan　was　ending　the　evening　with　one　of　these。　His　auditors；　transported　into　the　phantom　world；　were　worked　up　into　a　state　of　mind　which　would　believe　anything。

All　at　once　shouts　were　heard　outside。　　Jack　Ryan　stopped　short　in　the　middle　of　his　story；　and　all　rushed　out　of　the　barn。　The　night　was　pitchy　dark。　　Squalls　of　wind　and　rain　swept　along　the　beach。　　Two　or　three　fishermen；　their　backs　against　a　rock；　the　better　to　resist　the　wind；　were　shouting　at　the　top　of　their　voices。

Jack　Ryan　and　his　panions　ran　up　to　them。　　The

shouts　were；　however；　not　for　the　inhabitants　of　the　farm；　but　to　warn　men　who；　without　being　aware　of　it；　were　going　to　destruction。　A　dark；　confused　mass　appeared　some　way　out　at　sea。　　It　was　a　vessel　whose　position　could　be　seen　by　her　lights；　for　she　carried　a　white　one　on　her　foremast；　a　green　on　the　starboard　side；　and　a　red　on　the　outside。　She　was　evidently　running　straight　on　the　rocks。

〃A　ship　in　distress？〃　said　Ryan。

〃Ay；〃　answered　one　of　the　fishermen；　〃and　now　they　want　to　tack；　but　it's　too　late！〃

〃Do　they　want　to　run　ashore？〃　said　another。

〃It　seems　so；〃　responded　one　of　the　fishermen；　〃unless　he　has　been　misled　by　some……〃

The　man　was　interrupted　by　a　yell　from　Jack。　　Could　the　crew　have　heard　it？　　At　any　rate；　it　was　too　late　for　them　to　beat　back　from　the　line　of　breakers　which　gleamed　white　in　the　darkness。

But　it　was　not；　as　might　be　supposed；　a　last　effort　of　Ryan's　to　warn　the　doomed　ship。　　He　now　had　his　back　to　the　sea。　　His　panions　turned　also；　and　gazed　at　a　spot　situated　about　half　a　mile　inland。　It　was　Dundonald　Castle。　　A　long　flame　twisted　and　bent　under　the　gale；　on　the　summit　of　the　old　tower。

〃The　Fire…Maiden！〃　cried　the　superstitious　men　in　terror。

Clearly；　it　needed　a　good　strong　imagination　to　find　any　human　likeness　in　that　flame。　　Waving　in　the　wind　like　a　luminous　flag；　it　seemed　sometimes　to　fly　round　the　tower；　as　if　it　was　just　going　out；　and　a　moment　after　it　was　seen　again　dancing　on　its　blue　point。

〃The　Fire…Maiden！　the　Fire…Maiden！〃　cried　the　terrified　fishermen　and　peasants。

All　was　then　explained。　　The　ship；　having　lost　her　reckoning　in　the　fog；　had　taken　this　flame　on　the　top　of　Dundonald　Castle　for　the　Irvine　light。　She　thought　herself　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　ha