第30部分(第3/8 頁)

een　the　gondola　and　the　shelter　of　the　high　freight…car　behind。　I　did　not　think　any　one　had　seen　me。　I　was　holding　to　the　hand…rods　and　crouching　low；　my　feet　on　the　coupling。　We　were　almost　opposite　the　bridge。　I　remembered　the　guard。　As　we　passed　him　he　looked　at　me。　He　was　a　boy　and　his　helmet　was　too　big　for　him。　I　stared　at　him　contemptuously　and　he　looked　away。　He　thought　I　had　something　to　do　with　the　train。

We　were　past。　I　saw　him　still　looking　unfortable；　watching　the　other　cars　pass　and　I　stooped　to　see　how　the　canvas　was　fastened。　It　had　grummets　and　was　laced　down　at　the　edge　with　cord。　I　took　out　my　knife；　cut　the　cord　and　put　my　arm　under。　There　were　hard　bulges　under　the　canvas　that　tightened　in　the　rain。　I　looked　up　and　ahead。　There　was　a　guard　on　the　freight…car　ahead　but　he　was　looking　forward。　I　let　go　of　the　hand…rails　and　ducked　under　the　canvas。　My　forehead　hit　something　that　gave　me　a　violent　bump　and　I　felt　blood　on　my　face　but　I　crawled　on　in　and　lay　flat。　Then　I　turned　around　and　fastened　down　the　canvas。

I　was　in　under　the　canvas　with　guns。　They　smelled　cleanly　of　oil　and　grease。　I　lay　and　listened　to　the　rain　on　the　canvas　and　the　clicking　of　the　car　over　the　rails。　There　was　a　little　light　came　through　and　I　lay　and　looked　at　the　guns。　They　had　their　canvas　jackets　on。　I　thought　they　must　have　been　sent　ahead　from　the　third　army。　The　bump　on　my　forehead　was　swollen　and　I　stopped　the　bleeding　by　lying　still　and　letting　it　coagulate；　t