11 On the Trail of Injun Joe

CHAPTER 11 On the Trail of Injun Joe The adventure of the day tormented Tom's dreams that night. Four times he laid his hands on that rich treasure, and four times it slipped away. When he woke up, Tom decided maybe it was just a dream. As soon as he finished breakfast, Tom went to find Huck Finn. If it was a dream, Huck would know for sure. Tom found his friend sitting on the deck of a boat, dangling his feet in the water and looking quite sad. "Hello, Huck!" Tom said cheerfully.

第十一章印第安·乔的踪迹那天晚上，白天的历险折磨着汤姆的梦。 他四次伸手去摸那财宝，四次都不见了。 当他醒来时，汤姆决定也许这只是一个梦。 汤姆一吃完早饭，就去找哈克·费恩。 如果这是个梦，哈克肯定知道。 汤姆发现他的朋友坐在一艘船的甲板上，两只脚在水里晃来晃去，看上去很悲伤。 “喂,哈克!”汤姆高兴地说。

"Hello, yourself." Silence for a minute. "Tom, if we'd a' left the blame tools at the dead tree, we'd a' got the money. Oh, ain't it awful!" "'Tain't a dream then, 't ain't a dream! Some how I wished it was." "What ain't a dream?" "Oh, that whole thing yesterday. I half figured it was." "A dream! If them stairs hadn't broke down you'd a' seen how much of a dream it was. I've been dreaming of that devil Injun Joe all night. Curse him!" "No, Huck, not curse him. Find him. We've got to find him and track him out to his 'Number Two.'" "I been thinking about that. But I can't make anything out of it. What do you reckon

“你好,你自己。”沉默了一分钟。 “汤姆，要是我们把工具留在那棵枯树那儿，我们就能拿到钱了。 啊，太可怕了！”“这不是梦，这不是梦！”我多么希望是这样。” “什么不是梦？”“哦，昨天的整件事。 我还以为是呢。”“一个梦想!要不是楼梯塌了，你就会明白这是一场多么大的梦。 我整晚都在梦见印第安·乔这个魔鬼。 诅咒他!”“不，哈克，不要诅咒他。 找到他。我们得找到他，找到他的二号。’”“我一直在想这件事。 但我什么也看不出来。 你觉得呢？

it is?" "I don't know. It's too deep. Say, Huck, maybe it's the number of a house." "No, Tom. That ain't it. There ain't no numbers in this one-horse town." "Wait now, lemme think a minute. It's the number of a room—in an inn, you know!" "Oh, that's the trick! They ain't only two inns. We can find out quick." A half hour later, the boys had been to both places. In the best inn, a young lawyer had long occupied room number 2. In the shabbier lodge, room number 2 was a mystery. The innkeeper's young son said it was locked all the time, and nobody came in or out of it except at night. The boys decided that this must be the place they were looking for. Tom quickly came up with a plan. They would get hold of all the door keys they could find and wait for

这是?”“我不知道。它太深了。 喂，哈克，也许这是房子的门牌号。” “不,汤姆。不是这样的。在这个只有一匹马的小镇上没有数字。” “等等，让我想想。 这是客店里房间的号码，你知道的！”“哦，这就是诀窍！”他们不只是两家旅馆。 我们很快就能知道。”半小时后，两个男孩都去了。 在一家最好的旅馆里，一位年轻的律师长期住在二号房间。 在破旧的小屋里，2号房间是个谜。 客栈老板的小儿子说它一直锁着，除了晚上没有人进出。 男孩们认为这一定是他们要找的地方。 汤姆很快想出了一个计划。 他们会拿到所有他们能找到的门钥匙，然后等待

a dark night to try them. As simple as that, the treasure would be theirs. That night Tom and Huck hung about in the neighborhood of the inn until after nine, one watching the alley and the other the inn door. No one who looked like the "Spaniard" entered or left. Tuesday and Wednesday brought the same poor luck. But Thursday night promised better. Tom slipped out of his house with Aunt Polly's old tin lantern and a large towel to blindfold it with. An hour before midnight, the inn closed up and its lights were put out. Nobody had entered or left the alley. The black of night was all around, the perfect stillness interrupted only by the mutter of distant thunder. Tom lit his lantern and wrapped it closely in the towel. The boys crept silently in the gloom toward the inn. Huck stood guard as

一个漆黑的夜晚去尝试它们。就这么简单，宝藏就是他们的了。 那天晚上，汤姆和哈克在客栈附近一直呆到九点多，一个守着巷子，一个守着客栈的门。 没有一个看起来像“西班牙人”的人进出。 星期二和星期三也同样倒霉。 但周四晚上情况有望好转。 汤姆拿着波莉姨妈的旧锡灯，拿着一条大毛巾蒙住它的眼睛，溜出了家门。 午夜前一小时，客栈打烊了，灯也熄灭了。 没有人进出这条小巷。 四周漆黑一片，一片寂静，只有远处隆隆的雷声打断。 汤姆点燃灯笼，用毛巾把它包得严严实实。 孩子们在黑暗中悄悄地向旅店走去。 哈克站岗。

Tom felt his way into the pitch-black alley. Some minutes passed as Huck kept watch, but there was no sight of Tom. Huck found himself drifting closer and closer to the alley, fearing all sorts of dreadful things. Suddenly there was a flash of light and Tom came tearing by him: "Run!" he said. "Run for your life!' The two boys didn't stop running until they reached a deserted barn. As soon as Tom got his breath, he said: "Huck, it was awful! I tried two of the keys just as quiet as I could! But they made such a racket that I couldn't hardly breathe. Without even noticing what I was doing, I took hold of the knob, and open comes the door! It wasn't even locked. I hopped in, shook off the towel, and great Caesar's ghost!" "What—what'd you see, Tom?"

汤姆摸索着走进漆黑的小巷。 哈克一直盯着，几分钟过去了，可还是不见汤姆的踪影。 哈克发现自己离巷子越来越近，心里害怕着各种可怕的事情。 突然，一道亮光闪过，汤姆从他身边跑过来：“快跑！” “快逃命！”两个男孩一直跑到一个废弃的谷仓前。 汤姆一缓过气来，就说：“哈克，太可怕了！我尽我所能轻轻地试了两把钥匙！但是他们吵得我几乎不能呼吸。 我甚至没有意识到自己在做什么，我抓住门把手，门开了！门甚至都没锁。 我跳了进去，抖了抖毛巾，天哪！”“你看见了什么，汤姆？”

"Huck, I almost stepped onto Injun Joe's hand!" "No!" "Yes! He was laying there, sound asleep on the floor with his arms spread out." "Did he wake up?" "No, never budged." "Say, Tom, did you see that box?" "Huck, I didn't wait to look around. I didn't see the box. I didn't see the cross. I didn't see anything but a tin cup on the floor by Injun Joe." After thinking for a moment, Tom continued: "Looky-here, Huck. Let's not try anything else until we know Injun Joe's not in there. It's too scary. If we watch every night, we'll be sure to see him go out sometime or another and then we'll snatch that box

“哈克，我差点踩到印第安·乔的手！”“不!”“是啊!他躺在那里，伸开双臂，在地板上睡得很熟。” “他醒了吗？”“没有，从来没有动过。” “喂，汤姆，你看到那个盒子了吗？”“哈克，我没有等着环顾四周。 我没看到那个盒子。我没看见十字架。 我什么也没看见，只看见印第安·乔身边的地上有一只锡杯。” 汤姆想了一会儿，接着说：“喂，哈克。 在确定印第安·乔不在之前，我们不要做任何尝试。 太吓人了。如果我们每天晚上都盯着，我们肯定会看到他偶尔出去，然后我们就能抢到那个盒子