Лорд Джим

Chapter 40

           Atthisalltheothersshookofftheirdespondency.Brownappliedto,said,“Go,andbeddtoyou,”scornfully.Hedidn’tthinktherewasanydangeringoingtothecreekinthedark.Themanthrewalegoverthetree-trunkanddisappeared.Amomentlaterhewasheardclamberingintotheboatandthenclamberingout.“I’vegotit,”hecried.Aflashandareportattheveryfootofthehillfollowed.“Iamhit,”yelledtheman.“Lookout,lookoutIamhit,”andinstantlyalltherifleswentoff.Thehillsquirtedfireandnoiseintothenightlikealittlevolcano,andwhenBrownandtheYankeewithcursesandcuffsstoppedthepanic-strickenfiring,aprofound,wearygroanfloatedupfromthecreek,succeededbyaplaintwhoseheartrendingsadnesswaslikesomepoisonturningthebloodcoldintheveins.Thenastrongvoicepronouncedseveraldistinctincomprehensiblewordssomewherebeyondthecreek.“Letnoonefire,”shoutedBrown.“Whatdoesitmean?”...“Doyouhearonthehill?Doyouhear?Doyouhear?”repeatedthevoicethreetimes.Corneliustranslated,andthenpromptedtheanswer.“Speak,”criedBrown,“wehear.”Thenthevoice,declaiminginthesonorousinflatedtoneofaherald,andshiftingcontinuallyontheedgeofthevaguewaste-land,proclaimedthatbetweenthemenoftheBugisnationlivinginPatusanandthewhitemenonthehillandthosewiththem,therewouldbenofaith,nocompassion,nospeech,nopeace.Abushrustled;ahaphazardvolleyrangout.

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