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pgw.threemenandamaid-第7章

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ned by a young man in a blue flannel suit with an invisible stripe。
 〃Svensk!〃 exclaimed Mr。 Swenson; or whatever it is that natives of Sweden exclaim in moments of justifiable annoyance。 He resented the advent of this newer。 He had been getting along fine and had had the situation well in hand。 To him Sam Marlowe represented petition; and Mr。 Swenson desired no petitors in his treasure…seeking enterprise。 He travels; thought Mr。 Swenson; the fastest who travels alone。
 Sam Marlowe had a touch of the philosopher in him。 He had the ability to adapt himself to circumstances。 It had been no part of his plans to e whizzing down off the rail into this singularly soup…like water which tasted in equal parts of oil and dead rats; but; now that he was here he was prepared to make the best of the situation。 Swimming; it happened; was one of the things he did best; and somewhere among his belongings at home was a tarnished pewter cup which he had won at school in the 〃Saving Life〃 petition。 He knew exactly what to do。 You get behind the victim and grab him firmly under his arms; and then you start swimming on your back。 A moment later the astonished Mr。 Swenson; who; being practically amphibious; had not anticipated that anyone would have the cool impertinence to try and save him from drowning; found himself seized from behind and towed vigorously away from a ten…dollar bill which he had almost succeeded in grasping。 The spiritual agony caused by this assault rendered him mercifully dumb; though; even had he contrived to utter the rich Swedish oaths which occurred to him; his remarks could scarcely have been heard; for the crowd on the dock was cheering as one man。 They had often paid good money to see far less gripping sights in the movies。 They roared applause。 The liner; meanwhile; continued to move stodgily out into mid…river。
 The only drawback to these life…saving petitions at school; considered from the standpoint of fitting the petitors for the problems of after…life; is that the object saved on such occasions is a leather dummy; and of all things in this world a leather dummy is perhaps the most placid and phlegmatic。 It differs in many respects from an emotional Swedish gentleman; six foot high and constructed throughout of steel and india rubber; who is being lugged away from cash which he has been regarding in the light of a legacy。 Indeed; it would not be hard to find a respect in which it does not differ。 So far from lying inert in Sam's arms and allowing himself to be saved in a quiet and orderly manner; Mr。 Swenson betrayed all the symptoms of one who feels that he has fallen among murderers。 Mr。 Swenson; much as he disliked petition; was ready to put up with it; provided that it was fair petition。 This pulling your rival away from the loot so that you could grab it yourselfthus shockingly had the man misinterpreted Sam's motiveswas another thing altogether and his stout soul would have none of it。 He began immediately to struggle with all the violence at his disposal。 His large; hairy hands came out of the water and swung hopefully in the direction where he assumed his assailant's face to be。
 Sam was not unprepared for this display。 His researches in the art of life…saving had taught him that your drowning man frequently struggled against his best interests。 In which case; cruel to be kind; one simply stunned the blighter。 He decided to stun Mr。 Swenson; though; if he had known that gentleman more intimately and had been aware that he had the reputation of possessing the thickest head on the water…front he would have realised the magnitude of the task。 Friends of Mr。 Swenson; in convivial moments; had frequently endeavoured to stun him with bottles; boots; and bits of lead piping; and had gone away depressed by failure。 Sam; ignorant of this; attempted to do the job with clenched fist; which he brought down as smartly as possible on the crown of the other's Derby hat。
 It was the worst thing he could have done。 Mr。 Swenson thought highly of his hat and this brutal attack upon it confirmed his gloomiest apprehensions。 Now thoroughly convinced that the only thing to do was to sell his life dearly he wrenched himself round; seized his assailant by the neck; twined his arms about his middle; and acpanied him below the surface。
 By the time he had swallowed his first pint and was beginning his second; Sam was reluctantly pelled to e to the conclusion that this was the end。 The thought irritated him unspeakably。 This; he felt; was just the silly; contrary way things always happened。 Why should it be he who was perishing like this? Why not Eustace Hignett? Now there was a fellow whom this sort of thing would just have suited。 Broken…hearted Eustace Hignett would have looked on all this as a merciful release。
 He paused in his reflections to try to disentangle the more prominent of Mr。 Swenson's limbs from about him。 By this time he was sure that he had never met anyone he disliked so intensely as Mr。 Swensonnot even his Aunt Adeline。 The man was a human octopus。 Sam could count seven distinct legs twined round him and at least as many arms。 It seemed to him that he was being done to death in his prime by a solid platoon of Swedes。 He put his whole soul into one last effort 。。。 something seemed to give 。。。 he was free。 Pausing only to try to kick Mr。 Swenson in the face Sam shot to the surface。 Something hard and sharp prodded him in the head。 Then something caught the collar of his coat; and; finally; spouting like a whale; he found himself dragged upwards and over the side of a boat。
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 The time which Sam had spent with Mr。 Swenson below the surface had been brief; but it had been long enough to enable the whole floating population of the North River to converge on the scene in scows; skiffs; launches; tugs and other vessels。 The fact that the water in that vicinity was crested with currency had not escaped the notice of these navigators and they had gone to it as one man。 First in the race came the tug  Reuben S。 Watson ; the skipper of which; following a famous precedent; had taken his little daughter to bear him pany。 It was to this fact that Marlowe really owed his rescue。 Women have often a vein of sentiment in them where men can only see the hard business side of a situation; and it was the skipper's daughter who insisted that the family boat…hook; then in use as a harpoon for spearing dollar bills; should be devoted to the less profitable but humaner end of extricating the young man from a watery grave。
 The skipper had grumbled a bit at first; but had given wayhe always spoiled the girlwith the result that Sam found himself sitting on the deck of the tug engaged in the plicated process of restoring his faculties to the normal。 In a sort of dream he perceived Mr。 Swenson rise to the surface some feet away; adjust his Derby hat; and; after one long look of dislike in his direction; swim off rapidly to intercept a five which was floating under the stern of a near…by skiff。
 Sam sat on the deck and panted。 He played on the boards like a public fountain。 At the back of his mind there was a flickering thought that he wanted to do something; a vague feeling that he had
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