Английский с Джеком Лондоном. Золотой каньон. Рассказы / Jack London. All Gold Canyon. Stories

The first cross-cut the man made (первый поперечный ряд, который он сделал), there was space for only three holes (в нем было место только для трех ям), so narrow had become the pay-streak (таким узким стал золотой след) and so close was he to the fountainhead of the golden stream he had been following for four days (и так близко был он к истоку золотого ручья/потока, который он преследовал четыре дня; fountain-head – источник, ключ).

 Sleep came to him in the end, but his eyes were open with the first paling of the stars, and the gray of dawn caught him with breakfast finished and climbing the hillside in the direction of the secret abiding-place of Mr. Pocket.

The first cross-cut the man made, there was space for only three holes, so narrow had become the pay-streak and so close was he to the fountainhead of the golden stream he had been following for four days.

“Be ca’m, Bill; be ca’m (будь спокоен, Билл, будь спокоен; ca’m = calm),” he admonished himself (увещевал он себя), as he broke ground for the final hole where the sides of the “V” had at last come together in a point (начав копать землю для последней ямы, где стороны «V», наконец, сошлись в одной точке; to break – ломать; вскапывать).

“I’ve got the almighty cinch on you, Mr. Pocket (вы мне попались, мистер Карман; to have a cinch on smb. – держать кого-либо в узде; almighty – сильный, всемогущий), an’ you can’t lose me (и вы никуда не денетесь; to lose – отделываться, освобождаться),” he said many times as he sank the hole deeper and deeper (сказал он много раз, выкапывая: «опуская» яму /все/ глубже и глубже).

Four feet (четыре фута), five feet (пять футов), six feet (шесть футов), he dug his way down into the earth (выкапывал он свой путь вниз; to dig – копать). The digging grew harder (копать становилось труднее). His pick grated on broken rock (его кирка скрипнула, /натолкнувшись/ на раздробленную /горную/ породу; rock – скала; горная порода). He examined the rock (он осмотрел породу).

 “Be ca’m, Bill; be ca’m,” he admonished himself, as he broke ground for the final hole where the sides of the “V” had at last come together in a point.

“I’ve got the almighty cinch on you, Mr. Pocket, an’ you can’t lose me,” he said many times as he sank the hole deeper and deeper.

Four feet, five feet, six feet, he dug his way down into the earth. The digging grew harder. His pick grated on broken rock. He examined the rock.