According to Their Lights

Somewhere in the depths of the big city, where the unquiet dregs are forever being shaken together, young Murray and the Captain had met and become friends. Both were at the lowest ebb possible to their fortunes; both had fallen from at least an intermediate Heaven of respectability and importance, and both were typical products of the monstrous and peculiar social curriculum of their overweening and bumptious civic alma mater.

Di suatu tempat di kedalaman kota besar, tempat ampas-ampas yang gelisah selalu terguncang bersama, Murray muda dan sang Kapten bertemu dan menjadi sahabat. Keduanya berada pada titik terendah yang mungkin bagi nasib mereka; keduanya telah jatuh dari setidaknya sebuah Surga menengah berupa kehormatan dan kepentingan, dan keduanya adalah produk khas dari kurikulum sosial yang aneh dan mengerikan dari kota kelahiran mereka yang angkuh dan sombong.

The captain was no longer a captain. One of those sudden moral cataclysms that sometimes sweep the city had hurled him from a high and profitable position in the Police Department, ripping off his badge and buttons and washing into the hands of his lawyers the solid pieces of real estate that his frugality had enabled him to accumulate. The passing of the flood left him low and dry. One month after his dishabilitation a saloon-keeper plucked him by the neck from his free-lunch counter as a tabby plucks a strange kitten from her nest, and cast him asphaltward. This seems low enough.

Sang Kapten bukan lagi seorang kapten. Salah satu dari bencana moral mendadak yang kadang menyapu kota itu telah melemparkannya dari sebuah posisi tinggi dan menguntungkan di Kepolisian, merobek lencana dan kancingnya, serta menghanyutkan ke tangan para pengacaranya properti-properti nyata padat yang telah berhasil ia kumpulkan berkat kehematannya. Berlalunya banjir itu meninggalkannya rendah dan kering. Satu bulan setelah kejatuhannya, seorang pemilik bar mencengkeram lehernya dari meja makan gratisnya seperti seekor kucing betina mencengkeram anak kucing asing dari sarangnya, dan melemparkannya ke jalanan beraspal. Ini tampak cukup rendah.

But after that he acquired a pair of cloth top, button Congress gaiters and wrote complaining letters to the newspapers. And then he fought the attendant at the Municipal Lodging House who tried to give him a bath. When Murray first saw him he was holding the hand of an Italian woman who sold apples and garlic on Essex street, and quoting the words of a song book ballad.

Tetapi setelah itu ia memperoleh sepasang sepatu bot Kongres berkancing berujung kain dan menulis surat-surat keluhan kepada surat kabar. Dan kemudian ia berkelahi dengan petugas di Rumah Penginapan Kota yang mencoba memandikannya. Ketika Murray pertama kali melihatnya, ia sedang menggenggam tangan seorang wanita Italia yang menjual apel dan bawang putih di jalan Essex, sambil mengutip kata-kata sebuah balada dari buku lagu.

Murray’s fall had been more Luciferian, if less spectacular. All the pretty, tiny little kickshaws of Gotham had once been his. The megaphone man roars out at you to observe the house of his uncle on a grand and revered avenue. But there had been an awful row about something, and the prince had been escorted to the door by the butler, which, in said avenue, is equivalent to the impact of the avuncular shoe. A weak Prince Hal, without inheritance or sword, he drifted downward to meet his humorless Falstaff, and to pick the crusts of the streets with him.

Kejatuhan Murray lebih mirip Lucifer, meski kurang menakjubkan. Semua barang-barang mewah kecil nan cantik dari Gotham dahulu adalah miliknya. Pria bermegafon itu berteriak kepadamu untuk memperhatikan rumah pamannya di sebuah jalan besar yang megah dan terhormat. Tetapi telah terjadi sebuah pertengkaran hebat tentang sesuatu, dan sang pangeran telah diantar ke pintu oleh pelayan, yang, di jalan tersebut, setara dengan tendangan sepatu sang paman. Seorang Pangeran Hal yang lemah, tanpa warisan atau pedang, ia hanyut ke bawah untuk bertemu dengan Falstaff-nya yang tak berselera humor, dan memungut sisa-sisa remah jalanan bersamanya.

One evening they sat on a bench in a little downtown park. The great bulk of the Captain, which starvation seemed to increase—drawing irony instead of pity to his petitions for aid—was heaped against the arm of the bench in a shapeless mass.

Suatu petang mereka duduk di sebuah bangku di sebuah taman kecil di pusat kota. Tubuh besar sang Kapten, yang tampaknya semakin membesar karena kelaparan—yang menarik ejekan alih-alih rasa iba atas permohonannya untuk bantuan—tertumpuk di lengan bangku itu dalam sebuah gumpalan tak berbentuk.

His red face, spotted by tufts of vermilion, week-old whiskers and topped by a sagging white straw hat, looked, in the gloom, like one of those structures that you may observe in a dark Third avenue window, challenging your imagination to say whether it be something recent in the way of ladies’ hats or a strawberry shortcake. A tight-drawn belt—last relic of his official spruceness—made a deep furrow in his circumference. The Captain’s shoes were buttonless. In a smothered bass he cursed his star of ill-luck.

Wajahnya yang merah, berbintik-bintik oleh jumbai janggut kemerahan berusia seminggu dan dimahkotai topi jerami putih yang melorot, tampak, dalam kegelapan, seperti salah satu benda yang bisa kaulihat di jendela gelap di Third Avenue, menantang imajinasimu untuk mengatakan apakah itu sesuatu yang baru dalam bentuk topi wanita atau kue tar stroberi. Sebuah ikat pinggang yang diikat ketat—satu-satunya sisa kerapian dinasnya—membentuk sebuah alur dalam di sekeliling tubuhnya. Sepatu sang Kapten tak berkancing. Dengan suara bariton yang tertahan ia mengutuk bintang nasib buruknya.

Murray, at his side, was shrunk into his dingy and ragged suit of blue serge. His hat was pulled low; he sat quiet and a little indistinct, like some ghost that had been dispossessed.

Murray, di sampingnya, mengkerut dalam setelan biru serge-nya yang kumal dan compang-camping. Topinya ditarik rendah; ia duduk diam dan agak samar, seperti hantu yang telah kehilangan tempatnya.

“I’m hungry,” growled the Captain—“by the top sirloin of the Bull of Bashan, I’m starving to death. Right now I could eat a Bowery restaurant clear through to the stovepipe in the alley. Can’t you think of nothing, Murray? You sit there with your shoulders scrunched up, giving an imitation of Reginald Vanderbilt driving his coach—what good are them airs doing you now? Think of some place we can get something to chew.”

"Aku lapar," geram sang Kapten—"demi has dalam Banteng Bashan, aku kelaparan sampai mati. Sekarang juga aku bisa menghabiskan sebuah restoran Bowery sampai ke pipa kompornya di gang belakang. Tak bisakah kau memikirkan sesuatu, Murray? Kau duduk di sana dengan bahu terangkat, meniru gaya Reginald Vanderbilt mengendarai keretanya—apa gunanya gaya-gaya itu bagimu sekarang? Pikirkanlah tempat di mana kita bisa mendapat sesuatu untuk dikunyah."

“You forget, my dear Captain,” said Murray, without moving, “that our last attempt at dining was at my suggestion.”

"Kau lupa, Kapten sayangku," kata Murray, tanpa bergerak, "bahwa usaha makan malam kita yang terakhir adalah atas saranku."

“You bet it was,” groaned the Captain, “you bet your life it was. Have you got any more like that to make—hey?”

"Memang benar," rintih sang Kapten, "sungguh benar itu. Apakah kau punya ide lain seperti itu lagi—hah?"

“I admit we failed,” sighed Murray. “I was sure Malone would be good for one more free lunch after the way he talked baseball with me the last time I spent a nickel in his establishment.”

"Aku mengaku kita gagal," desah Murray. "Aku yakin Malone akan bersedia memberi satu lagi makan siang gratis setelah caranya berbincang soal bisbol denganku terakhir kali aku menghabiskan lima sen di tempatnya."

“I had this hand,” said the Captain, extending the unfortunate member—“I had this hand on the drumstick of a turkey and two sardine sandwiches when them waiters grabbed us.”

"Aku sudah pegang ini dengan tangan ini," kata sang Kapten, mengulurkan anggota tubuh yang malang itu—"aku sudah pegang tangan ini di paha ayam kalkun dan dua roti lapis sarden ketika para pelayan itu menangkap kita."

“I was within two inches of the olives,” said Murray. “Stuffed olives. I haven’t tasted one in a year.”

"Aku hanya berjarak dua inci dari zaitun-zaitun itu," kata Murray. "Zaitun isi. Aku belum mencicipinya setahun ini."

“What’ll we do?” grumbled the Captain. “We can’t starve.”

"Apa yang harus kita lakukan?" gerutu sang Kapten. "Kita tak bisa kelaparan."

“Can’t we?” said Murray quietly. “I’m glad to hear that. I was afraid we could.”

"Tak bisa?" kata Murray dengan tenang. "Aku senang mendengarnya. Aku takut kita memang bisa."

“You wait here,” said the Captain, rising heavily and puffily to his feet. “I’m going to try to make one more turn. You stay here till I come back, Murray. I won’t be over half an hour. If I turn the trick I’ll come back flush.”

"Tunggulah di sini," kata sang Kapten, berdiri dengan berat dan terengah-engah. "Aku akan mencoba satu putaran lagi. Kau tetaplah di sini sampai aku kembali, Murray. Aku tak akan lebih dari setengah jam. Kalau aku berhasil, aku akan kembali dengan berlimpah uang."

He made some elephantine attempts at smartening his appearance. He gave his fiery mustache a heavenward twist; he dragged into sight a pair of black-edged cuffs, deepened the crease in his middle by tightening his belt another hole, and set off, jaunty as a zoo rhinoceros, across the south end of the park.

Ia melakukan beberapa usaha yang canggung untuk merapikan penampilannya. Ia memelintir kumis merahnya ke atas; ia menarik keluar sepasang manset bertepi hitam agar terlihat, memperdalam lipatan di perutnya dengan mengencangkan ikat pinggangnya satu lubang lagi, dan berangkat, gagah seperti badak kebun binatang, melintasi ujung selatan taman itu.

When he was out of sight Murray also left the park, hurrying swiftly eastward. He stopped at a building whose steps were flanked by two green lights.

Ketika ia sudah tak terlihat lagi, Murray juga meninggalkan taman itu, bergegas cepat ke arah timur. Ia berhenti di sebuah bangunan yang tangganya diapit oleh dua lampu hijau.

“A police captain named Maroney,” he said to the desk sergeant, “was dismissed from the force after being tried under charges three years ago. I believe sentence was suspended. Is this man wanted now by the police?”

"Seorang kapten polisi bernama Maroney," katanya kepada sersan jaga, "dipecat dari kepolisian setelah diadili atas tuduhan tiga tahun lalu. Kupikir hukumannya ditangguhkan. Apakah orang ini sekarang dicari oleh polisi?"

“Why are ye asking?” inquired the sergeant, with a frown.

"Kenapa kau bertanya?" tanya sersan itu, sambil mengerutkan dahi.

“I thought there might be a reward standing,” explained Murray, easily. “I know the man well. He seems to be keeping himself pretty shady at present. I could lay my hands on him at any time. If there should be a reward—”

"Kupikir mungkin ada hadiah yang berlaku," jelas Murray, dengan santai. "Aku mengenal orang itu dengan baik. Tampaknya ia menyembunyikan diri dengan cukup rapat sekarang ini. Aku bisa menangkapnya kapan saja. Kalau ada hadiah—"

“There’s no reward,” interrupted the sergeant, shortly. “The man’s not wanted. And neither are ye. So, get out. Ye are frindly with um, and ye would be selling um. Out with ye quick, or I’ll give ye a start.”

"Tidak ada hadiah," sela sersan itu, singkat. "Orang itu tidak dicari. Begitu pula kau. Jadi, pergilah. Kau berteman baik dengannya, dan kau akan menjualnya. Keluar sekarang juga, atau akan kuberi kau kejutan."

Murray gazed at the officer with serene and virtuous dignity.

Murray menatap petugas itu dengan martabat yang tenang dan berbudi.

“I would be simply doing my duty as a citizen and gentleman,” he said, severely, “if I could assist the law in laying hold of one of its offenders.”

"Aku hanya sedang menjalankan tugasku sebagai warga negara dan seorang pria terhormat," katanya, dengan tegas, "kalau saja aku bisa membantu hukum menangkap salah satu pelanggarnya."

Murray hurried back to the bench in the park. He folded his arms and shrank within his clothes to his ghost-like presentment.

Murray bergegas kembali ke bangku di taman itu. Ia melipat lengannya dan mengkerut dalam pakaiannya menjadi sosok mirip hantunya kembali.

Ten minutes afterward the Captain arrived at the rendezvous, windy and thunderous as a dog-day in Kansas. His collar had been torn away; his straw hat had been twisted and battered; his shirt with ox-blood stripes split to the waist. And from head to knee he was drenched with some vile and ignoble greasy fluid that loudly proclaimed to the nose its component leaven of garlic and kitchen stuff.

Sepuluh menit kemudian sang Kapten tiba di tempat pertemuan itu, berangin dan bergemuruh seperti sebuah hari terik di Kansas. Kerahnya telah robek; topi jeraminya telah terpelintir dan penyok; kemejanya yang bergaris merah darah sapi robek sampai pinggang. Dan dari kepala hingga lutut ia basah kuyup oleh sejenis cairan berminyak yang kotor dan hina yang dengan keras memberi tahu hidung tentang unsur-unsur pembentuknya yaitu bawang putih dan sisa dapur.

“For Heaven’s sake, Captain,” sniffed Murray, “I doubt that I would have waited for you if I had suspected you were so desperate as to resort to swill barrels. I”—

"Demi Tuhan, Kapten," Murray mengendus, "aku ragu apakah aku akan menunggumu kalau aku curiga kau begitu putus asa sampai terpaksa mencari makan dari tong sisa makanan babi. Aku—"

“Cheese it,” said the Captain, harshly. “I’m not hogging it yet. It’s all on the outside. I went around on Essex and proposed marriage to that Catrina that’s got the fruit shop there. Now, that business could be built up. She’s a peach as far as they come. I thought I had that senoreena mashed sure last week. But look what she done to me! I guess I got too fresh. Well there’s another scheme queered.”

"Sudahlah," kata sang Kapten, kasar. "Aku belum sampai berkubang di dalamnya. Ini semua di luar saja. Aku pergi ke jalan Essex dan melamar menikah dengan Catrina yang punya toko buah di sana. Nah, usaha itu bisa dikembangkan. Ia gadis paling cantik yang bisa didapat. Kukira aku sudah berhasil memikat senoreena itu minggu lalu dengan yakin. Tapi lihat apa yang ia lakukan padaku! Kurasa aku terlalu berani. Yah, satu rencana lagi gagal."

“You don’t mean to say,” said Murray, with infinite contempt, “that you would have married that woman to help yourself out of your disgraceful troubles!”

"Jangan bilang," kata Murray, dengan hina yang tak terhingga, "bahwa kau akan menikahi wanita itu untuk membantumu keluar dari masalah memalukanmu!"

“Me?” said the Captain. “I’d marry the Empress of China for one bowl of chop suey. I’d commit murder for a plate of beef stew. I’d steal a wafer from a waif. I’d be a Mormon for a bowl of chowder.”

"Aku?" kata sang Kapten. "Aku akan menikahi Permaisuri Cina demi semangkuk chop suey. Aku akan membunuh demi seporsi rebusan daging sapi. Aku akan mencuri wafer dari seorang anak terlantar. Aku akan jadi seorang Mormon demi semangkuk sup kerang."

“I think,” said Murray, resting his head on his hands, “that I would play Judas for the price of one drink of whiskey. For thirty pieces of silver I would”—

"Kurasa," kata Murray, menyandarkan kepalanya di tangannya, "aku akan memainkan peran Yudas demi harga segelas wiski. Demi tiga puluh keping perak aku akan—"

“Oh, come now!” exclaimed the Captain in dismay. “You wouldn’t do that, Murray! I always thought that fellow’s squeal on his boss was about the lowest-down play that ever happened. A man that gives his friend away is worse than a pirate.”

"Oh, ayolah!" seru sang Kapten dengan kaget. "Kau tak akan melakukan itu, Murray! Aku selalu berpikir tindakan orang itu mengadukan tuannya adalah salah satu perbuatan paling hina yang pernah terjadi. Seseorang yang mengkhianati temannya lebih buruk daripada bajak laut."

Through the park stepped a large man scanning the benches where the electric light fell.

Melewati taman itu melangkah seorang pria besar yang meneliti bangku-bangku tempat lampu listrik jatuh.

“Is that you, Mac?” he said, halting before the derelicts. His diamond stickpin dazzled. His diamond-studded fob chain assisted. He was big and smooth and well fed. “Yes, I see it’s you,” he continued. “They told me at Mike’s that I might find you over here. Let me see you a few minutes, Mac.”

"Apakah itu kau, Mac?" katanya, berhenti di hadapan kedua gelandangan itu. Peniti berliannya berkilau. Rantai jam bertatah berliannya turut membantu. Ia besar dan halus serta berkecukupan makan. "Ya, kulihat itu memang kau," lanjutnya. "Mereka bilang di tempat Mike bahwa aku mungkin bisa menemukanmu di sini. Biarkan aku bicara denganmu sebentar, Mac."

The Captain lifted himself with a grunt of alacrity. If Charlie Finnegan had come down in the bottomless pit to seek him there must be something doing. Charlie guided him by an arm into a patch of shadow.

Sang Kapten mengangkat dirinya dengan dengusan penuh semangat. Kalau Charlie Finnegan turun ke lubang tanpa dasar untuk mencarinya, pasti ada sesuatu yang sedang terjadi. Charlie menuntunnya dengan sebelah lengan ke sebuah petak bayangan.

“You know, Mac,” he said, “they’re trying Inspector Pickering on graft charges.”

"Kautahu, Mac," katanya, "mereka sedang mengadili Inspektur Pickering atas tuduhan korupsi."

“He was my inspector,” said the Captain.

"Ia inspekturku dulu," kata sang Kapten.

“O’Shea wants the job,” went on Finnegan. “He must have it. It’s for the good of the organization. Pickering must go under. Your testimony will do it. He was your ‘man higher up’ when you were on the force. His share of the boodle passed through your hands. You must go on the stand and testify against him.”

"O'Shea menginginkan jabatan itu," lanjut Finnegan. "Ia harus mendapatkannya. Ini demi kebaikan organisasi. Pickering harus dijatuhkan. Kesaksianmu akan melakukannya. Ia adalah 'atasanmu' ketika kau masih berdinas. Bagian jarahannya lewat tanganmu. Kau harus naik ke mimbar saksi dan bersaksi melawannya."

“He was”—began the Captain.

"Ia adalah—" mulai sang Kapten.

“Wait a minute,” said Finnegan. A bundle of yellowish stuff came out of his inside pocket. “Five hundred dollars in it for you. Two-fifty on the spot, and the rest”—

"Tunggu sebentar," kata Finnegan. Segepok benda kekuningan keluar dari saku dalamnya. "Lima ratus dolar untukmu di dalamnya. Dua ratus lima puluh sekarang, dan sisanya—"

“He was my friend, I say,” finished the Captain. “I’ll see you and the gang, and the city, and the party in the flames of Hades before I’ll take the stand against Dan Pickering. I’m down and out; but I’m no traitor to a man that’s been my friend.” The Captain’s voice rose and boomed like a split trombone. “Get out of this park, Charlie Finnegan, where us thieves and tramps and boozers are your betters; and take your dirty money with you.”

"Ia sahabatku, kubilang," selesai sang Kapten. "Aku lebih baik melihatmu dan gengmu, dan kota ini, dan partai itu terbakar dalam api neraka daripada aku naik mimbar melawan Dan Pickering. Aku sedang jatuh dan tak berdaya; tapi aku bukan pengkhianat bagi seseorang yang pernah menjadi sahabatku." Suara sang Kapten meninggi dan bergema seperti trombon yang retak. "Keluar dari taman ini, Charlie Finnegan, di mana kami para pencuri dan gelandangan dan pemabuk lebih baik darimu; dan bawa serta uang kotormu itu."

Finnegan drifted out by another walk. The Captain returned to his seat.

Finnegan pergi melalui jalan lain. Sang Kapten kembali ke tempat duduknya.

“I couldn’t avoid hearing,” said Murray, drearily. “I think you are the biggest fool I ever saw.”

"Aku tak bisa menghindar mendengarnya," kata Murray, dengan muram. "Kurasa kau orang paling bodoh yang pernah kulihat."

“What would you have done?” asked the Captain.

"Apa yang akan kaulakukan?" tanya sang Kapten.

“Nailed Pickering to the cross,” said Murray.

"Memakukan Pickering ke salib," kata Murray.

“Sonny,” said the Captain, huskily and without heat. “You and me are different. New York is divided into two parts—above Forty-second street, and below Fourteenth. You come from the other part. We both act according to our lights.”

"Nak," kata sang Kapten, dengan suara serak dan tanpa amarah. "Kau dan aku berbeda. New York terbagi menjadi dua bagian—di atas jalan Empat Puluh Dua, dan di bawah jalan Empat Belas. Kau berasal dari bagian yang lain. Kita berdua bertindak sesuai dengan terang mata batin kita masing-masing."

An illuminated clock above the trees retailed the information that it lacked the half hour of twelve. Both men rose from the bench and moved away together as if seized by the same idea. They left the park, struck through a narrow cross street, and came into Broadway, at this hour as dark, echoing and de-peopled as a byway in Pompeii.

Sebuah jam bercahaya di atas pepohonan menunjukkan bahwa masih kurang setengah jam menuju pukul dua belas. Kedua pria itu bangkit dari bangku dan bergerak pergi bersama seolah dikuasai gagasan yang sama. Mereka meninggalkan taman itu, melewati sebuah jalan kecil menyeberang, dan tiba di Broadway, yang pada jam ini gelap, bergema, dan sepi seperti sebuah gang kecil di Pompeii.

Northward they turned; and a policeman who glanced at their unkempt and slinking figures withheld the attention and suspicion that he would have granted them at any other hour and place. For on every street in that part of the city other unkempt and slinking figures were shuffling and hurrying toward a converging point—a point that is marked by no monument save that groove on the pavement worn by tens of thousands of waiting feet.

Mereka berbelok ke utara; dan seorang polisi yang melirik sosok mereka yang kumal dan menyelinap menahan perhatian dan kecurigaan yang mungkin akan ia berikan kepada mereka pada jam dan tempat lain. Sebab di setiap jalan di bagian kota itu, sosok-sosok kumal dan menyelinap lainnya sedang berjalan menyeret kaki dan bergegas menuju sebuah titik pertemuan—sebuah titik yang tidak ditandai oleh monumen apa pun selain sebuah alur di trotoar yang terkikis oleh puluhan ribu kaki yang menunggu.

At Ninth street a tall man wearing an opera hat alighted from a Broadway car and turned his face westward. But he saw Murray, pounced upon him and dragged him under a street light. The Captain lumbered slowly to the corner, like a wounded bear, and waited, growling.

Di jalan Kesembilan seorang pria jangkung mengenakan topi opera turun dari sebuah kereta Broadway dan memalingkan wajahnya ke barat. Tetapi ia melihat Murray, menyergapnya dan menyeretnya ke bawah sebuah lampu jalan. Sang Kapten berjalan pelan-pelan ke sudut jalan, seperti seekor beruang yang terluka, dan menunggu, sambil menggeram.

“Jerry!” cried the hatted one. “How fortunate! I was to begin a search for you to-morrow. The old gentleman has capitulated. You’re to be restored to favor. Congratulate you. Come to the office in the morning and get all the money you want. I’ve liberal instructions in that respect.”

"Jerry!" seru pria bertopi itu. "Betapa beruntungnya! Aku akan memulai pencarian untukmu besok. Paman tuamu telah menyerah. Kau akan dikembalikan ke pangkuan keluarga. Selamat untukmu. Datanglah ke kantor besok pagi dan ambillah semua uang yang kauinginkan. Aku punya instruksi yang longgar soal itu."

“And the little matrimonial arrangement?” said Murray, with his head turned sidewise.

"Dan pengaturan pernikahan kecil itu?" kata Murray, dengan kepala menoleh ke samping.

“Why—er—well, of course, your uncle understands—expects that the engagement between you and Miss Vanderhurst shall be”—

"Yah—eh—yah, tentu saja, pamanmu memahami—mengharapkan bahwa pertunangan antara dirimu dan Nona Vanderhurst akan—"

“Good night,” said Murray, moving away.

"Selamat malam," kata Murray, berjalan pergi.

“You madman!” cried the other, catching his arm. “Would you give up two millions on account of”—

"Kau gila!" seru pria itu, mencengkeram lengannya. "Kaurela melepaskan dua juta karena—"

“Did you ever see her nose, old man?” asked Murray, solemnly.

"Pernahkah kau melihat hidungnya, kawan?" tanya Murray, dengan khidmat.

“But, listen to reason, Jerry. Miss Vanderhurst is an heiress, and”—

"Tapi, dengarkanlah dengan akal sehat, Jerry. Nona Vanderhurst adalah seorang pewaris kaya, dan—"

“Did you ever see it?”

"Pernahkah kaulihat hidungnya?"

“Yes, I admit that her nose isn’t”—

"Ya, kuakui hidungnya tidak—"

“Good night!” said Murray. “My friend is waiting for me. I am quoting him when I authorize you to report that there is ‘nothing doing.’ Good night.”

"Selamat malam!" kata Murray. "Sahabatku sedang menungguku. Aku mengutip kata-katanya ketika aku mengizinkanmu melaporkan bahwa 'tidak ada yang bisa dilakukan.' Selamat malam."

A wriggling line of waiting men extended from a door in Tenth street far up Broadway, on the outer edge of the pavement. The Captain and Murray fell in at the tail of the quivering millipede.

Sebuah barisan pria yang menunggu berkelok-kelok terentang dari sebuah pintu di jalan Kesepuluh jauh ke atas Broadway, di tepi luar trotoar. Sang Kapten dan Murray bergabung di ekor lipan bergetar itu.

“Twenty feet longer than it was last night,” said Murray, looking up at his measuring angle of Grace Church.

"Dua puluh kaki lebih panjang dari kemarin malam," kata Murray, sambil menatap ke atas sudut ukurnya di Gereja Grace.

“Half an hour,” growled the Captain, “before we get our punk.”

"Setengah jam lagi," geram sang Kapten, "sebelum kita dapat roti kita."

The city clocks began to strike 12; the Bread Line moved forward slowly, its leathern feet sliding on the stones with the sound of a hissing serpent, as they who had lived according to their lights closed up in the rear.

Jam-jam kota mulai berdentang menandai pukul dua belas; Barisan Roti bergerak maju perlahan, kaki-kaki berkulitnya menggeser di atas batu-batu dengan bunyi seperti ular mendesis, selagi mereka yang telah hidup sesuai dengan terang mata batin mereka masing-masing merapatkan barisan di belakang.