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That pretty thing had nothing to do with it. I turned and saw it was the warden. "I saw it all." Then he bent down to inspect King Solomon closely.
“跟那可愛的玩意兒無關。”我轉過身，發現是獵區監管員。“我都看見了。”接著他彎下身，仔細地看了看所羅門王。
That's him, all right, he said. "There's the scar on his upper lip where I hooked him."
“就是他，沒錯，”他說，“他上唇的傷疤，是我上次釣他時的魚鉤留下的。”
He's got another scar, Dee said. "Look at his shoulder." I leaned over and saw a deep livid furrow. I looked at the warden.
“它又多了一處傷疤，”迪說，“看看它的脊背吧。”我把身子靠過去，看到一道深深的青黑色的凹痕，我看了一眼獵區監管員。
What do you think might have caused that? I asked.
“你認為這傷疤是什么弄的？”我問道。
He said nothing. He only looked across the river to the bluff.
他沒說話，只是望向河對岸的崖壁。
I followed the direction of his glance. There, upon the rock, sat the man with the gun.
我順著他的目光的方向，看見那帶槍的人坐在巖石上。
Well, said the warden, "I reckon I'll go back to town. Better watch old Solomon, boy. You may lose him yet."
“好啦，”獵區監管員說，“我想我該回鎮上去了，看好老所羅門王，小伙子。你可能會讓他跑掉的。”
With that parting advice he went away.
說完這句臨行忠告后，他就走了。
I'm ready to call it a day, too, I said.
“我也要收工了，”我說。
OK, Dee said. "You go on ahead. I'll catch you."
“好吧，”迪說，“你先走，我一會兒追你去。”
Presuming that he wanted to salvage his line, I followed his suggestion and started back to camp. A few minutes later I heard him running behind me. Turning to wait for him, I saw that his hands were empty. So the warden had spoken a prophecy.
我以為他想打撈魚線，就聽從他的建議動身返回帳篷了。幾分鐘后，我聽到他從我身后跑過來，我轉過身等他，看見他空著手。看來獵區監管員的預言應驗了。
Where's King Solomon?
“所羅門王呢？”
Back there under that log, he answered. "I turned him loose."
“回到那邊那根原木下面去了，”他回答說，“我把他放了。”
Here was something I had hardly dared to hope for. Here was a boy of twelve who had done the thing I had wished I might have the courage to do if I ever caught King Solomon. Then I thought of the man with the gun.
這幾乎是我不敢想的事。而一個十二歲的孩子做到了。假如我抓住了所羅門王，我希望我有勇氣這樣去做。這時，我想到了那個帶槍的人。
But that man on the bluff will shoot him, I groaned.
“但是崖壁上的那個人會用槍打他的，”我小聲說道。
Since I worked on the sights of that gun the other day Pa couldn't hit a hog with it.
“自從前幾天我在槍的準星上做了手腳，爸爸用它連頭豬也打不中了。”
