波波小说

第10部分（第1页）

Ryan　knew；　having　had　it　proved　by　many　circumstances；　that　his　friend　was　a　man　of　his　word。　　With　him；　a　thing　promised　was　a　thing　done。　　Now；　at　the　Irvine　merry…making；　nothing　was　wanting；　neither　song；　nor　dance；　nor　fun　of　any　sort……nothing　but　Harry　Ford。

The　notice　relative　to　James　Starr；　published　in　the　papers；　had　not　yet　been　seen　by　Ryan。　　The　honest　fellow　was　therefore　only　worried　by　Harrys　absence；　telling　himself　that　something　serious　could　alone　have　prevented　him　from　keeping　his　promise。　So；　the　day　after　the　Irvine　games；　Jack　Ryan　intended　to　take　the　railway　from　Glasgow　and　go　to　the　Dochart　pit；　and　this　he　would　have　done　had　he　not　been　detained　by　an　accident　which　nearly　cost　him　his　life。　Something　which　occurred　on　the　night　of　the　12th　of　December　was　of　a　nature　to　support　the　opinions　of　all　partisans　of　the　supernatural；　and　there　were　many　at　Melrose　Farm。

Irvine；　a　little　seaport　of　Renfrew；　containing　nearly　seven　thousand　inhabitants；　lies　in　a　sharp　bend　made　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　doesnt　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　its　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　Ryans　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。

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