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CLINT STAYS ON THE JOB
繼續工作的克林特
An hour or two later the heated air began to quiver suddenly.
一兩個小時后，熱空氣突然開始顫動。
Clint glanced quickly toward the mountain range.
克林特迅速地向山脈處瞥了一眼。
He saw the sky grow dark and wrap the peaks in a thickening blanket of gray.
他看到天空漸漸變暗，山峰被一層厚厚的灰色所覆蓋。
"The goats are headed this way by now," he said to himself.
山羊現在正往這邊走。”他自言自語道。
"They'll come in all right." And he went on splitting the day's supply of stove wood.
“他們會來的。”他繼續把可供一天使用的柴火劈成兩半。
Another hour passed, when a blinding storm suddenly chilled the air with driving sleet.
又過了一個小時，一場使人眩目的的暴風雨突然降臨，猛烈的雨夾雪使天氣變得寒冷起來。
With quick decision Clint flung himself into the saddle and spurred his horse up the trail.
克林特果斷地縱身跨上馬鞍，策馬沿著小徑疾馳而去。
Soon he was at the side of old Andres, the herder, helping him rush the flock ahead of the storm.
不久，他就趕到了牧人老安德烈斯這里，幫助他趕在暴風雨之前驅趕羊群。
The pattering of those nimble feet sounded down the rocky slopes like the music of many little hammers.
那敏捷的腳步踏過巖石的斜坡時發出的啪嗒啪嗒聲，就像許多小錘子演奏的樂聲。
The noise of the goats crashing through the dry brush sounded good to the boy entrusted with their safety.
對那個負責山羊安全的男孩來說，羊群在干枯的灌木叢中嘩啦嘩啦地跑的聲音，聽起來很不錯。
With a sigh of thankfulness he swung to the ground beside the corral gate to count the goats as they scudded to shelter.
在羊群快速地跑到畜欄里面的時候，他感激地嘆了口氣，倒在了畜欄門旁邊的地上，數著跑向畜欄里面羊群的數目。
Jose's five hundred from the lower camp were already penned. "Help me, Jose!" he directed.
約瑟下層陣營的五百人已經被關起來了。“幫幫我，約瑟!”
The younger herder stepped opposite. "One hundred." The rapid, accurate count tallied. Then "Two." Now "Three hundred!" And "Thirty."
年輕的牧民走到對面。“一百”。迅速而準確的計數開始了。然后“兩百”。”現在，“三百零三十”。
In swift alarm Clint looked up. His eyes searched the near-by hills.
克林特驚慌地抬起頭來，他的眼睛巡視著周邊的小山。
Not another goat—anywhere. "Andres!" he called to the old herder," who came limping after the last stragglers, where are the rest of the goats?
別處已經沒有山羊了。“安德烈斯！”他向那個老的牧民喊道，“誰一瘸一拐地跟著羊群中最后一只羊來著？其余的山羊去哪里了？”
One hundred seventy missing! "
整整少了170只！”
The old man dropped his staff and threw up both hands as he replied: Who knows where they are!
老人扔下手杖，舉起雙手回答說：“誰知道他們在哪兒!”
He shrugged. "Who knows!" But snatching up his staff, the herder set off in a hurried trot up the slope.
牧人聳了聳肩。“誰知道!”但他抓起自己的杖，急匆匆地向山坡上跑去。
