hr.thecarpetbaggers-第23节
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At the end； Jim Reeves hung there from the post； unconscious。 Blood dripped down his back from his shoulders； across his buttocks and the top of his thighs。
〃Cut him down and put him in the cage；〃 the warden said。
Silently the men broke ranks and formed a food line。 Max looked at the cage as he got on the line。 The cage was exactly that … steel bars forming a four…foot cubicle。 There was room to neither walk； stand or even stretch out full length。 There was only space enough to sit or crouch on all fours like an animal。 There was no shelter from the sun or the elements。
For the next thirty days； Jim Reeves would live there like an animal … without clothing； without medical attention； with only bread and water for his food。 He would live there in the midst of his pain and his excrement and there was no one who would speak to him or dare give him aid； under penalty of the same punishment。
Max took his plate of meat and beans around to the side of the hut； where he would not have to look at the cage。 He sank to the ground and began to eat slowly。
Mike sat down next to him。 The big Negro's face was sweating。 He began to eat silently。 Max looked at him and couldn't eat any more。 He pushed his plate away from him； rolled a cigarette and lit it。
〃You ain't hungry； man？〃 Mike asked。 〃I'll eat that there food。〃
Max stared at him for a moment； then silently turned the plate over； spilling the contents on the ground。
Mike stared at him in surprise。 〃What for you do that； man？〃 he asked。
〃Now I know why you stay here as a trusty instead of leavin' like you should；〃 Max said。 〃You're evenin' up with the whole world when you swing that snake。〃
A look of understanding came into the trusty's eyes。 〃So that's what you' thinkin'；〃 he said softly。
〃That's what I'm thinkin'；〃 Max said coldly。
The Negro looked into Max's eyes。 〃You don' know nothin'；〃 he said slowly。 〃Years ago； when I first got here； I seen a man git a beatin' like that。 When they cut him down； he was all tore up； front an' back。 He died less'n two days after。 Ain't a man died since I took the rope。 Tha's more'n twelve years now。 An' if you looked close； you would have seen they ain't a mark on the front of him； nor one lash laid over the other。 I know they's lots of things wrong about my job； but somebody's gotta do it。 An' it mought as well be me； because I don' like hurtin' folks。 Not even pricks like Jim Reeves。〃
Max stared down at the ground； thinking about what he had just heard。 A glimmer of understanding began to lighten the sourness in his stomach。 Silently he pushed his sack of makings toward the trusty。 Without speaking； Mike took it and rolled himself a cigarette。 Quietly the two men leaned their heads back against the hut； smoking。
Jim Reeves came into the hut。 It was a month since he had been carried out of the cage； encrusted in his own filth； bent over； his eyes wild like an animal's。 Now his eyes searched the dark； then he came over to the bunk where Max lay stretched out and tapped him on the shoulder。 Max sat up。
〃I got to get outa here；〃 he said。
Max stared at him in the dark。 〃Don't we all？〃
〃Don't joke with me； Injun；〃 Reeves said harshly。 〃I mean it。〃
〃I mean it； too；〃 Max said。 〃But ain't nobody made it yet。〃
〃I got a way figured out；〃 Reeves said。 〃But it takes two men to do it。 That's why I e to you。〃
〃Why me？〃 Max asked。 〃Why not one of the men on a long stretch？〃
〃Because most of them are city men；〃 Reeves said； 〃and we wouldn' last two days in the swamp。〃
Max swung into a sitting position。 〃Now I know you're crazy；〃 he said。 〃Nobody can get th'ough that swamp。 It's forty miles of quicksand； alligators； moccasins an' razorbacks。 The only way is north； past the village。〃
A bitter smile crossed Reeves's face。 〃That's what I thought；〃 he said。 〃It was easy； over the fence and up the road。 Easy； I thought。 They didn' even call out the dogs。 They didn' have to。 Every damn Cajun in the neighborhood was out lookin' for me。〃
He knelt by the side of Max's bunk。 〃The swamp；〃 he said。 〃That's the only way。 I got it figured out。 We get a boat an'… 〃
〃A boat！〃 Max said。 〃Where in hell we goin' to get a boat？〃
〃It'll take time；〃 Reeves said cautiously。 〃But ricin' time is in' up。 Warden leases us out to the big planters then。 Prison labor is cheap an' the warden pockets the money。 Them rice paddies is half filled with water。 There's always boats around。〃
〃I don't know；〃 Max said doubtfully。
Reeves's eyes were glowing like an animal's。 〃You want to lose two whole years of your life in this prison； boy？ You got that much time just to throw away？〃
〃Let me think about it；〃 Max said hesitantly。 〃I'll let you know。〃
Reeves slipped away in the dark as Mike came into the hut。 The trusty made his way directly to Max's bunk。 〃He been at you to go th'ough the swamp with him？〃 he asked。
The surprise showed in Max's voice。 〃How'd you know？〃
〃He's been at ev'ybody in the place an' they all turned him down。 I figgered he'd be gettin' to you soon。〃
〃Oh；〃 Max said。
〃Don' do it； boy；〃 the giant trusty said softly。 〃No matter how good it looks； don' do it。 Reeves is so full of hate； he don' care who gets hurt so long as he gets out。〃
Max stretched out on the bunk。 His eyes stared up into the dark。 The only thing that made sense in what Reeves had said was the two years。 Max didn't have two years to throw away。 Why； in two years； he'd be twenty…one。
11
〃MAN； THIS IS REAL FOOD；〃 MIKE SAID ENTHUSIASTICALLY AS HE SAT DOWN BESIDE MAX； his plate piled high with fat back； chitterlings； collard greens and potatoes。
Max looked over at him wearily。 Stolidly he pushed the food into his mouth。 It was better than the prison food； all right。 They didn't see as much meat in a week as they had on their plates right now。 But he wasn't hungry。 He was tired； bent…over tired from pulling at the rice all day。 He didn't think he'd ever straighten out。
Reeves and another prisoner sat down on the other side of him。 Reeves looked over his plate at him； his mouth working over the fat meat。 〃Picked yourself a gal yet； boy？〃
Max shook his head。 They were there all right。 Cajun girls； young and strong； with their short skirts and muscular thighs and legs。 Plenty of them； all over the fields； working side by side with the men； their hair flying and their teeth flashing and the female smell of them always in your nostrils。 It didn't seem to matter to them that the men were prisoners。 Only that they were men and for once there were enough of them to go around。
〃I'm too tired；〃 Max said。 He put his plate down and rubbed his ankle。 It was sore from the leg iron and walking in the water all day。
〃I'm not；〃 the prisoner next to Reeves said。 〃I been savin' up my hump a whole year for this week。 I'm gonna git me enough to last me till nex' yeah。〃
〃Better not pass it up； Injun；〃 Reeves said。 〃There ain't nothin' in this world like Cajun girls。〃
〃Man； that's the truth；〃 the other prisoner said excitedly。
〃You got one picked out？〃 Reeves asked across Max to Mike。 His eyes were cold and baleful。
Mike didn't answer。 He just kept eating。
Reeves's face darkened。 〃I seen you out there on the field。 Walkin' up an' down with that rifle in your hands。 Showin' the girls what you got in them tight pants。〃
Mike still didn't reply。 He began to wipe up the gravy in his plate with pieces of bread。
Reeves's laugh was nasty。 〃There's always some half…wit girl lookin' for a big buck nigger with a cock as long as my arm。 An' I bet you just can't wait to stick it into some white girl。 That's all you niggers think of； stickin' it in white women。〃
Mike stuck the last piece of bread into his mouth and swallowed it。 Regretfully he looked down at the empty plate and got to his feet。 〃Man； that was sho' good。〃
〃I'm talkin' to you； nigger；〃 Reeves said。
For the first time； Mike looked down at him。 Almost lazily he bent over Max and with one hand picked Reeves up by the throat。 He held him writhing in the air at the level of his head。 〃You talkin' to me； jailbird？〃
Reeves quaked； his voice choking in his throat。
Mike began to shake Reeves gently。 〃Remember one thing； jailbird；〃 he said。 〃I'm a trusty an' you' jus' a prisoner。 You likes stayin' healthy； you better learn to shut you' mouth。〃
Reeves's arms flailed helplessly in the air。 His face was almost purple。 Mike shook him a few more times； then casually flung him at the wall of the bunkhouse； about five feet away。
Reeves crashed against the wall and slid down it to the floor。 His eyes glared at Mike。 His lips moved but no sound escaped them。
Mike smiled at him。 〃You' learnin'； jailbird；〃 he said。 〃You' learnin'。〃 He picked up his empty plate。 〃I'm goin' see if I can't scrounge me some more of these eats。 I swear if they ain't the best I ever tasted。〃
Reeves struggled to his feet as the trusty walked away。 〃I'll kill him！〃 he swore tightly。 〃Honest to God； someday before I get out of here； I'll kill that nigger！〃
There was an air of expectancy in the bunkhouse that night。 Max was stretched out on his bunk and the feeling was contagious。 Suddenly； he wasn't tired any more。 He couldn't sleep。
The guard had e and check
