08 Good Luck, San Francisco!

Chapter 8, Good luck, San Francisco. Jack and Annie ran over the cobblestones, dynamite blasts echoed behind them. They headed back down the hill, flames shot across the roofs, traveling from one house to another. We're heading right into the firestorm, Jack shouted over the noise. We have to keep going, Annie shouted back, before the treehouse catches fire.

第八章 祝你好运，旧金山 杰克和安妮踩着鹅卵石飞奔，炸药的爆炸声在他们身后回荡。 他们往山下跑，火焰窜过屋顶， 从一栋房子烧到另一栋。 我们正往火海里面冲啊！杰克盖过噪声大喊。 我们必须接着往前跑，安妮大声回应，不然树屋就要着火了。

At the bottom of the hill, thick smoke was rolling through the street. It made Jack's eyes burn. Where's the treehouse? He shouted. Here, said Annie. Jack followed her voice. She was holding on to the rope ladder. It's still here, Jack said with relief. Of course, the treehouse wouldn't leave without us, said Annie. Don't you? Go, go, said Jack. Annie started up the rope ladder. Jack followed. They climbed into the treehouse and looked out the window. All around, buildings were going up in flames. Black smoke seemed to be smothering the city.

山脚下，浓烟在街道上翻滚蔓延。 杰克的眼睛被熏得生疼。 树屋在哪里？ 他大喊道。 在这儿呢。安妮说。 杰克顺着她的声音走过去。 她正抓着绳梯。 它还在这儿呢。杰克松了口气说道。 当然啦，树屋才不会丢下我们自己走呢。安妮说。 对吧？ 快，快上去。杰克说。 安妮开始往绳梯上爬。 杰克跟在后面。 他们爬进树屋，往窗外看去。 四周的建筑都陷入了一片火海。 滚滚黑烟仿佛要把整座城市吞没。

Jack could scarcely breathe. His throat burned, his eyes were stinging. Annie grabbed their Pennsylvania book. She opened it to the picture of Frog Creek and pointed. I wish we could go there, she said. Good luck, San Francisco. Goodbye, San Francisco, said Jack. The wind started to blow, the treehouse started to spin. It spun faster and faster. Then everything was still. Absolutely still.

杰克几乎喘不过气来。他喉咙火辣辣的，眼睛也刺痛得不行。 安妮抓起他们的宾夕法尼亚州绘本。她翻到青蛙溪的那幅画，指了指。 我真希望我们能回到那里，她说。祝你好运，旧金山。 再见了，旧金山。杰克说。 风刮了起来，树屋开始旋转。 它转得越来越快。之后一切都静了下来。 彻底静了下来。