Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7 LATER THAT MORNING WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 25 AROUND 8:00 A.M. Janie stood in the aisle with Frederick and the other bleary-eyed passengers. Most were still in their pajamas and robes, their hair rumpled from

第7章那天早上晚些时候，2月25日星期三上午8点左右。 珍妮和弗雷德里克以及其他睡眼惺忪的乘客一起站在过道里。 大多数人还穿着睡衣和长袍，头发乱蓬蓬的

sleep. The train's conductor, Mr. Pettit, had come to their car to explain what had happened. "It's nothing serious," he said in a jolly voice. "The train will be moving very soon." "Someone said there was a… an avalanche?" Mrs. Letts said. "That's just another word for snowslide," Mr. Pettit said. "In the winter up here in the mountains, snow can slide off slopes and onto the tracks. It happens all the time on this part of our Great Northern rail line." "I've never heard that," Mr. Riggins muttered. "And as I said, it's nothing to be concerned about," Mr. Pettit continued. "Because the Great Northern Railway has a snow-fighting army already at work—three hundred men to shovel snow. And we have five of the most powerful snowplows on Earth." "But, sir," asked Miss Wade. "Where exactly are we?"

睡眠。列车长佩蒂特先生来到他们的车厢，向他们解释发生了什么事。 “没什么大不了的，”他快活地说。 “火车很快就要开动了。” “有人说发生了……雪崩？”莱茨太太说。 “这只是snowslide的另一个说法，”佩蒂特说。 “冬天在山上，雪会从山坡上滑到铁轨上。 在我们大北方铁路线的这一段，这种情况经常发生。” “我从来没听说过，”里金斯嘟囔着。 “就像我说的，没什么好担心的，”佩蒂特继续说。 “因为大北方铁路公司已经有一支抗雪部队在工作——三百人来铲雪。 我们有五个地球上最强大的扫雪机。” “可是，先生，"韦德小姐问。 “我们到底在哪儿？”

"In the mountains," Mr. Pettit said. "We're in a little railroad town called Cascade, about eightyfive miles from Seattle. We're right at the entrance to the Cascade Tunnel." "So the middle of nowhere," Mr. Riggins grumbled. Janie flashed in her mind to the atlas in the library. She and Dash always loved looking at the different maps in that big, heavy book. She pictured the map of Washington State—a rectangle way up at the top left corner of the United States. The city of Spokane was on one side of the rectangle—the right side. Straight across the state on the other side was Seattle. In between? Lots of empty green. Squiggles of rivers. And the jagged lines of the Cascade Mountains. This train was trapped inside those jagged lines. The middle of nowhere was right! Frederick eyed Miss Wade.

“在山里，”佩蒂特说。 “我们在一个叫喀斯喀特的铁路小镇，离西雅图大约85英里。 我们就在喀斯喀特隧道的入口。” “这么偏僻的地方，”里金斯抱怨道。 珍妮的脑海里闪过图书馆里的地图集。 她和达什总是喜欢看那本又大又沉的书里不同的地图。 她画出了华盛顿州的地图——美国左上角的一个长方形。 斯波坎市在长方形的一边——右边。 穿过州的另一边是西雅图。 在之间?很多空的绿色。 蜿蜒曲折的河流。还有喀斯喀特山脉的参差不齐的线条。 这列火车被困在那些参差不齐的线路里。 荒无人烟的地方是对的！弗雷德里克盯着韦德小姐。

"Now you'll have something to write about in your article!" She smiled a little. "That's true," she said. "But I'm not sure this is what I had in mind." "How long will we be stopped here?" Mrs. Letts asked, pulling her thick pink robe more tightly around her shoulders. "My grandchildren are waiting for me." "We should get to Seattle sometime around midnight," Mr. Pettit said. "Tonight!" Mr. Riggins snapped. "That's more than twelve hours late!" Twelve hours? A clock began to tick inside Janie's skull. Tick, tick, tick, tick… By early this afternoon, someone would call Malvo to say that Hammer was arrested. Tick, tick, tick, tick… He'd call Aunt Barbara, who'd tell him that Janie hadn't come home. Tick, tick, tick, tick…

“现在你的文章里有东西可写了！”她微微一笑。 “那倒是真的，”她说。“但我不确定这是不是我想要的。” “我们要在这里停多久？”莱茨太太问，把她那件厚厚的粉红色长袍拉得更紧。 “我的孙子们在等我。” “我们应该在午夜左右到达西雅图，”佩蒂特说。 “今晚!”里金斯先生厉声说。 “迟到了12个多小时！”十二个小时吗? 一个时钟开始在珍妮的头骨里嘀嗒作响。 嘀嗒，嘀嗒，嘀嗒，嘀嗒……到今天下午早些时候，有人打电话给马尔沃说汉默被捕了。 嘀嗒，嘀嗒，嘀嗒，嘀嗒……他会打电话给芭芭拉阿姨，芭芭拉会告诉他珍妮还没回家。 滴答，滴答，滴答，滴答……

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is some good news," Mr. Pettit said. "Just a short walk from the train tracks is the best railroad cookhouse in the West—we call it the beanery. So, everyone, bundle up and get ready for the most delicious pancakes you've ever tasted." "I love pancakes!" Violet cheered. She scooted over to Janie and bounced up and down. "Janie! Janie! Pancakes! Pancakes!" But all Janie heard was tick, tick, tick, tick. She looked out the window and imagined Malvo's face—his thick, unsmiling lips. It wouldn't take him long to figure out that Janie had gotten on the train. That she planned to run away… with the jewels.

“女士们，先生们，有一些好消息，”佩蒂特说。 “离铁轨不远的地方有一家西部最好的铁路炊事房——我们叫它beanery。 所以，每个人，穿好衣服，准备吃你吃过的最美味的煎饼。” “我爱吃煎饼！”紫色的欢呼。 她飞快地跑到珍妮身边，跳上跳下。 “珍妮!珍妮!煎饼!煎饼!”但珍妮只听到嘀嗒，嘀嗒，嘀嗒，嘀嗒。 她望着窗外，想象着马尔沃的脸——他那厚而不笑的嘴唇。 没过多久他就发现珍妮已经上了火车。 她打算带着珠宝逃走。

Janie's guts twisted. Blood pounded in her ears. What had given her the idea that she could escape from Malvo? She'd made a huge mistake! And now there was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

珍妮的内脏扭曲了。她的耳朵里热血沸腾。 是什么让她觉得自己可以逃离马尔沃？ 她犯了一个大错误！现在她什么也做不了了。 她被困住了。