Ch3-Lost in Central Park

CHAPTER THREE Lost in Central Park Jack and Annie kept walking until they came to the ice pond again. "We've been here before," said Jack. "We're going in circles. How do we get out of the park?" "We have to try to walk in a straight line," said Annie.

第三章迷失在中央公园杰克和安妮一直走着，直到他们又来到了冰塘前。 “我们以前来过这里。”杰克说。 “我们在兜圈子。我们怎么离开公园？”“我们得试着走直线，”安妮说。

Annie and Jack struggled on. Jack kept looking back, trying to catch sight of Teddy and Kathleen again. But it was getting harder and harder to see anything. Wet snow kept sticking to his glasses. Snow had blown up the sleeves of his jacket, under his neck scarf, and into his mittens. "Yikes!" said Annie. She grabbed Jack's arm. "Look!" A huge wolf-like dog stood on a ledge above them, his mouth open. "Whoa!" said Jack. The dog didn't move. He stood perfectly still.

安妮和杰克继续挣扎着。 杰克不停地回头看，想再看到特迪和凯瑟琳。 但是越来越难看清任何东西了。 湿雪一直粘在他的眼镜上。 雪吹起了他的夹克袖子，吹进了他的围巾里，吹进了他的连指手套里。 “哎呀！”安妮说。她抓住杰克的胳膊。 “看!”一只像狼一样的大狗站在他们上方的岩架上，嘴巴张着。 “哇！”杰克说。狗没有动。 他一动不动地站着。

Annie laughed. "Oh, he's a statue!" she said. She ran to a plaque under the dog statue, brushed off the snow, and shouted to Jack. "His name is

安妮笑了。“哦，他是一座雕像！”她说。 她跑到狗雕像下的一块牌匾前，拂去积雪，对杰克喊道。 他的名字是

Balto! In 1925, he carried medicine six hundred miles through a blizzard in Alaska!" "That's really great," said Jack. "But how do we get out of the park?" "Well, if we follow this path, it's bound to lead somewhere," said Annie. Jack followed Annie up a wide path. They walked and walked, passing a snow-covered outdoor stage and a fountain with the statue of an angel. Raising her outspread wings, the angel seemed about to fly away. "Which way now?" said Jack. Two paths led away from the angel fountain: one to the right, one to the left. "I don't know," said Annie. "Pick one."

Balto !1925年，他在阿拉斯加的暴风雪中携带药品600英里！”“那真是太好了，”杰克说。 “但是我们怎么离开公园呢？”“好吧，如果我们沿着这条路走，它一定会通向某个地方，”安妮说。 杰克跟着安妮走上一条宽阔的小路。 他们走啊走，经过一个白雪覆盖的户外舞台和一个有天使雕像的喷泉。 天使抬起展开的翅膀，似乎要飞走了。 “现在走哪条路？”杰克问。 从天使泉出来有两条路，一条在右边，一条在左边。 “我不知道，”安妮说。 “选一个。”

Jack headed to the left. Annie followed. They passed a frozen lake and walked over an arched bridge. Jack kept his eyes on the ground and walked and walked and walked. Every time he lifted his head, the snow felt like needles against his skin. Jack tried to keep walking in a straight line, but the path they were following began twisting and turning like a maze. Different paths branched off, curving this way and that. Jack remembered information from their research book: The park has thirty-two miles of winding footpaths. "We have got to get off these paths!" he shouted to Annie. "Or we'll be lost in Central Park forever!"

杰克向左转。安妮。 他们经过一个结冰的湖，走过一座拱桥。 杰克眼睛盯着地面，走啊走啊走。 每次他抬起头，雪就像针一样扎在他的皮肤上。 杰克试图继续走直线，但他们走的路开始扭曲，像一个迷宫。 不同的路径分叉，这样或那样弯曲。 杰克想起了他们研究书上的信息：这个公园有32英里蜿蜒的小径。 “我们必须离开这些小路！”他对安妮喊道。 “不然我们就永远迷失在中央公园了！”

Annie didn't answer. "Annie!" Jack shielded his face from the cutting wind and looked back. He didn't see her. Jack turned around and around, looking for Annie. But he couldn't see anything—the world was completely white. "Annie!" he cried. Had she gone off on another path? Was she lost? "Annie!" She could wander around in the storm for hours! thought Jack. She could freeze to death! I have to find her! Jack tried to stay calm. He took a few breaths. A rhyme, he thought. He couldn't remember which magic rhymes were left. He struggled to unbuckle his briefcase—his fingers felt frozen. He pulled

安妮没有回答。“安妮!”杰克挡住刺骨的风，回头看了看。 他没有看见她。杰克转来转去，寻找安妮。 但是他什么也看不见——整个世界一片白茫茫。 “安妮！”他叫道。她是不是走上了另一条路？ 她迷路了吗？“安妮!”她可以在暴风雨中游荡好几个小时！杰克想。 她会被冻死的！我必须找到她！杰克试图保持冷静。 他吸了几口气。一首押韵诗，他想。 他记不起还剩下哪些神奇的押韵。 他挣扎着解开公文包——他的手指冻住了。 他把