"You didn't know this dead man, McCarthy. He was a devil incarnate. I tell you that.
你不了解这个死者麦卡锡。他是个魔鬼的化身。我这是说实话。
God keep you out of the clutches of such a man as he.
愿上帝保佑你可千万不要让他这样的人抓住你的把柄。
His grip has been upon me these twenty years, and he has blasted my life.
这二十年来，他一直抓住我不放，他把我这一生都毁了。
I'll tell you first how I came to be in his power.
我首先告诉你我是怎样落到他手里的。
It was in the early '60's at the diggings.
那是十九世纪六十年代初在开矿的地方。
I was a young chap then, hot-blooded and reckless, ready to turn my hand at anything;
那时我是个年轻小伙子，很容易冲动，也不安分守己，什么都想干；
I got among bad companions, took to drink, had no luck with my claim, took to the bush,
我和坏人结成了一伙，饮酒作乐，在开矿方面失利，
and in a word became what you would call over here a highway robber.
以后当了绿林强盗。
There were six of us, and we had a wild, free life of it,
我们一伙共有六个人，过着放荡不羁的生活，
sticking up a station from time to time, or stopping the wagons on the road to the diggings.
不时抢劫车站和拦截驶往矿场的马车。
Black Jack of Ballarat was the name I went under, and our party is still remembered in the colony as the Ballarat Gang.
我当时化名为巴勒拉特的黑杰克，现在在那个殖民地，人们还记得我们这一伙叫巴勒拉特帮。
"One day a gold convoy came down from Ballarat to Melbourne, and we lay in wait for it and attacked it.
有一天，一个黄金运输队从巴勒拉特开往墨尔本，我们埋伏在路边袭击了它。
There were six troopers and six of us, so it was a close thing, but we emptied four of their saddles at the first volley.
那个运输队有六名护送的骑兵，我们也是六个人，可以说是势均力敌，不过我们一开枪就把四个骑兵打下马来。
Three of our boys were killed, however, before we got the swag.
我们也有三个小伙子被击毙才把那笔钱财弄到手。
I put my pistol to the head of the wagon-driver, who was this very man McCarthy.
我用手枪指着那马车夫的脑袋，他就是现在的这个麦卡锡。
I wish to the Lord that I had shot him then,
我向上帝祷告，如果我当时开枪打死了他，那就谢天谢地了，
but I spared him, though I saw his wicked little eyes fixed on my face, as though to remember every feature.
但是，我饶了他一条命，虽然我当时看到他那双眯缝着的鬼眼睛一直盯着看我，好象要把我脸部的所有特征都牢牢记住似的。
