iam fleming.for your eyes only-第15部分

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nted　by　M　to　represent　the　munity。　In　a　way；　Bond　argued　to　himself；　these　men　were　as　much　enemies　of　his　country　as　were　the　agents　of　SMERSH　or　of　other　enemy　Secret　Services。　They　had　declared　and　waged　war　against　British　people　on　British　soil　and　they　were　currently　planning　another　attack。　Bond's　mind　hunted　round　for　more　arguments　to　bolster　his　resolve。　They　had　killed　the　girl's　pony　and　her　dog　with　two　casual　sideswipes　of　the　hand　as　if　they　had　been　flies。　They　。　。　。
　A　burst　of　automatic　fire　from　the　valley　brought　Bond　to　his　feet。　His　rifle　was　up　and　taking　aim　as　the　second　burst　came。　The　harsh　racket　of　noise　was　followed　by　laughter　and　hand…clapping。　The　kingfisher；　a　handful　of　tattered　blue　and　grey　feathers；　thudded　to　the　lawn　and　lay　fluttering。　Von　Hammerstein；　smoke　still　dribbling　from　the　snout　of　his　tommy…gun；　walked　a　few　steps　and　put　the　heel　of　his　naked　foot　down　and　pivoted　sharply。　He　took　his　heel　away　and　wiped　it　on　the　grass　beside　the　heap　of　feathers。　The　others　stood　round；　laughing　and　applauding　obsequiously。　Von　Hammerstein's　red　lips　grinned　with　pleasure。　He　said　something　which　included　the　word　'crackshot'。　He　handed　the　gun　to　one　of　the　gunmen　and　wiped　his　hands　down　his　fat　backsides。　He　gave　a　sharp　order　to　the　two　girls；　who　ran　off　into　the　house；　then；　with　the　others　following；　he　turned　and　ambled　down　the　sloping　lawn　towards　the　lake。　Now　the　girls　came　running　back　out　of　the　house。　Each　one　carried　an　empty　champagne　bottle。　Chattering　and　laughing　they　skipped　down　after　the　men。
　Bond　got　himself　ready。　He　clipped　the　telescopic　sight　on　to　the　barrel　of　the　Savage　and　took　his　stance　against　the　trunk　of　the　tree。　He　found　a　bump　in　the　wood　as　a　rest　for　his　left　hand；　put　his　sights　at　300；　and　took　broad　aim　at　the　group　of　people　by　the　lake。　Then；　holding　the　rifle　loosely；　he　leaned　against　the　trunk　and　watched　the　scene。
　It　was　going　to　be　some　kind　of　a　shooting　contest　between　the　two　gunmen。　They　snapped　fresh　magazines　on　to　their　guns　and　at　Gonzales's　orders　stationed　themselves　on　the　flat　stone　wall　of　the　dam　some　twenty　feet　apart　on　either　side　of　the　diving…board。　They　stood　with　their　backs　to　the　lake　and　their　guns　at　the　ready。
　Von　Hammerstein　took　up　his　place　on　the　grass　verge；　a　champagne　bottle　swinging　in　each　hand。　The　girls　stood　behind　him；　their　hands　over　their　ears。　There　was　excited　jabbering　in　Spanish；　and　laughter　in　which　the　two　gunmen　did　not　join。　Through　the　telescopic　sight　their　faces　looked　sharp　with　concentration。
　Von　Hammerstein　barked　an　order　and　there　was　silence。　He　swung　both　arms　back　and　counted　〃Un　。　。　。　Dos　。　。　。　Tres。〃　With　the　'tres'　he　hurled　the　champagne　bottles　high　into　the　air　over　the　lake。
　The　two　men　turned　like　marionettes；　the　guns　clamped　to　their　hips。　As　they　pleted　the　turn　they　fired。　The　thunder　of　the　guns　split　the　peaceful　scene　and　racketed　up　from　the　water。　Birds　fled　away　from　the　trees　screeching　and　some　small　branches　cut　by　the　bullets　pattered　down　into　the　lake。　The　left…hand　bottle　disintegrated　into　dust；　the　right…hand　one；　hit　by　only　a　single　bullet；　split　in　two　a　fraction　of　a　second　later。　The　fragments　of　glass　made　small　splashes　over　the　middle　of　the　lake。　The　gunman　on　the　left　had　won。　The　smoke…clouds　over　the　two　of　them　joined　and　drifted　away　over　the　lawn。　The　echoes　boomed　softly　into　silence。　The　two　gunmen　walked　along　the　wall　to　the　grass；　the　rear　one　looking　sullen；　the　leading　one　with　a　sly　grin　on　his　face。　Von　Hammerstein　beckoned　the　two　girls　forward。　They　came　reluctantly；　dragging　their　feet　and　pouting。　Von　Hammerstein　said　something；　asked　a　question　of　the　winner。　The　man　nodded　at　the　girl　on　the　left。　She　looked　sullenly　back　at　him。　Gonzales　and　Hammerstein　laughed。　Hammerstein　reached　out　and　patted　the　girl　on　the　rump　as　if　she　had　been　a　cow。　He　said　something　in　which　Bond　caught　the　words　'una　noche'。　The　girl　looked　up　at　him　and　nodded　obediently。　The　group　broke　up。　The　prize　girl　took　a　quick　run　and　dived　into　the　lake；　perhaps　to　get　away　from　the　man　who　had　won　her　favours；　and　the　other　girl　followed　her。　They　swam　away　across　the　lake　calling　angrily　to　each　other。　Major　Gonzales　took　off　his　coat　and　laid　it　on　the　grass　and　sat　down　on　it。　He　was　wearing　a　shoulder　holster　which　showed　the　butt　of　a　medium…calibre　automatic。　He　watched　von　Hammerstein　take　off　his　watch　and　walk　along　the　dam　wall　to　the　diving…board。　The　gunmen　stood　back　from　the　lake　and　also　watched　von　Hammerstein　and　the　two　girls；　who　were　now　out　in　the　middle　of　the　little　lake　and　were　making　for　the　far　shore。　The　gunmen　stood　with　their　guns　cradled　in　their　arms　and　occasionally　one　of　them　would　glance　round　the　garden　or　towards　the　house。　Bond　thought　there　was　every　reason　why　von　Hammerstein　had　managed　to　stay　alive　so　long。　He　was　a　man　who　took　trouble　to　do　so。
　Von　Hammerstein　had　reached　the　diving…board。　He　walked　along　to　the　end　and　stood　looking　down　at　the　water。　Bond　tensed　himself　and　put　up　the　safe。　His　eyes　were　fierce　slits。　It　would　be　any　minute　now。　His　finger　itched　on　the　trigger…guard。　What　in　hell　was　the　girl　waiting　for？
　Von　Hammerstein　had　made　up　his　mind。　He　flexed　his　knees　slightly。　The　arms　came　back。　Through　the　telescopic　sight　Bond　could　see　the　thick　hair　over　his　shoulder　blades　tremble　in　a　breeze　that　came　to　give　a　quick　shiver　to　the　surface　of　the　lake。　Now　his　arms　were　ing　forward　and　there　was　a　fraction　of　a　second　when　his　feet　had　left　the　board　and　he　was　still　almost　upright。　In　that　fraction　of　a　second　there　was　a　flash　of　silver　against　his　back　and　then　von　Hammerstein's　body　hit　the　water　in　a　neat　dive。
　Gonzales　was　on　his　feet；　looking　uncertainly　at　the　turbulence　caused　by　the　dive。　His　mouth　was　open；　waiting。　He　did　not　know　if　he　had　seen　something　or　not。　The　two　gunmen　were　more　certain。　They　had　their　guns　at　the　ready。　They　crouched；　looking　from　Gonzales　to　the　trees　behind　the　dam；　waiting　for　an　order。
　Slowly　the　turbulence　subsided　and　the　ripples　spread　across　the　lake。　The　dive　had　gone　deep。
　Bond's　mouth　was　dry。　He　licked　his　lips；　searching　the　lake　with　his　glass。　There　was　a　pink　shimmer　deep　down。　It　wobbled　slowly　up。　Von　Hammerstein's　body　broke　the　surface。　It　lay　head　down；　wallowing　softly。　A　foot　or　so　of　steel　shaft　stuck　up　from　below　the　left　shoulder　blade　and　the　sun　winked　on　the　aluminium　feathers。
　Major　Gonzales　yelled　an　order　and　the　two　tommy…guns　roared　and　flamed。　Bond　could　hear　the　crash　of　the　bullets　among　the　trees　below　him。　The　Savage　shuddered　against　his　shoulder　and　the　right…hand　man　fell　slowly　forward　on　his　face。　Now　the　other　man　was　running　for　the　lake；　his　gun　still　firing　from　the　hip　in　short　bursts。　Bond　fired　and　missed　and　fired　again。　The　man's　legs　buckled；　but　his　momentum　still　carried　him　forward。　He　crashed　into　the　water。　The　clenched　finger　went　on　firing　the　gun　aimlessly　up　towards　the　blue　sky　until　the　water　throttled　the　mechanism。
　The　seconds　wasted　on　the　extra　shot　had　given　Major　Gonzales　a　chance。　He　had　got　behind　the　body　of　the　first　gunman　and　now　he　opened　up　on　Bond　with　the　tommy…gun。　Whether　he　had　seen　Bond　or　was　only　firing　at　the　flashes　from　the　Savage　he　was　doing　well。　Bullets　zipped　into　the　maple　and　slivers　of　wood　spattered　into　Bond's　face。　Bond　fired　twice。　The　dead　body　of　the　gunman　jerked。　Too　low！　Bond　reloaded　and　took　fresh　aim。　A　snapped　branch　fell　across　his　rifle。　He　shook　it　free；　but　now　Gonzales　was　up　and　running　forward　to　the　group　of　garden　furniture。　He　hurled　the　iron　table　on　its　side　and　got　behind　it　as　two　snap　shots　from　Bond　kicked　chunks　out　of　the　lawn　at　his　heels。　With　this　solid　cover　his　shooting　became　more　accurate；　and　burst　after　burst；　now　from　the　right　of　the　table　and　now　from　the　left；　crashed　into　the　maple　tree　while　Bond's　single　shots　clanged　against　the　white　iron　or　whined　off　across　the　lawn。　It　was　not　easy　to　traverse　the　telescopic　sight　quickly　from　one　side　of　the　table　to　the　other　and　Gonzales　was　cunning　with　his　changes。　Again　and　again　his　bullets　thudded　into　the　trunk　beside　and　above　Bond。　Bond　ducked　and　ran　swiftly　to　the　right。　He　would　fire；　standing；　from　the　open　meadow　and　catch　Gonzales　off　guard。　But　even　as　he　ran；　he　saw　Gonzales　dart　from　behind　the　iron　table。　He　also　had　decided　to　end　the　stalemate。　He　was　running　for　the　dam　to　get　across　and　into　the　woods　and　e　up　after　Bond。　Bond　stood　and　threw　up　his　rifle。　As　he　did　so；　Gonzales　also　saw　him。　He　went　down　on　one　knee　on　the　dam　wall　and　sprayed　a　burst　at　Bond。　Bond　stood　icily；　hearing　the　bullets。　The　crossed　hairs　centred　on　Gonzales's　chest。　Bond　squeezed　the　trigger。　Gonzales　rocked。　He　half　got　to　his　feet。　He　raised　his　arms　and；　with　his　gun　still　pumping　bullets　into　the　sky；　dived　clumsily　face　forward　into　the　water。
　Bond　watched　to　see　if　the　face　would　rise。　It　did　not。　Slowly　he　lowered　his　rifle　and　wiped　the　back　of　his　arm　across　his　face。
　The　echoes；　the　echoes　of　much　death；　rolled　to　and　fro　across　the　valley。　Away　to　the　right；　in　the　trees　beyond　the　lake；　he　caught　a　glimpse　of　the