I saw the eager look that arose for a moment to Jake"s face at sight of the meat: three slices of nice cold boiled beef, better than what we got at school. Dor held out one of them; the man broke off a morsel, put it into his mouth, and had a choking fit.
"It"s of no use, Dor."
"Is his name "Dor"?" asked Tod.
"His name is James, sir; same as mine," answered Jake, panting a little from the exertion of swallowing. "The wife, she has called him "Dor" for "dear," and I"ve fell into it. She has called me Jake all along."
Tod felt something ought to be done to help him, but he had no more idea what than the man in the moon. I had less. As Dor piloted us to the open street, we asked him where his mother was. It was one of her working-days out, he answered; she was always kept late.
"Could he drink wine, do you think, Dor?"
"The gentleman said he was to have it," answered Dor, alluding to the doctor.
"How old are you, Dor?"
"I"m anigh ten." He did not look it.
"Johnny, I wonder if there"s any place where they sell beef-tea?" cried Tod, as we went up Broad Street. "My goodness! lying there in that state, with no help at hand!"
"I never saw anything so bad before, Tod."
"Do you know what I kept thinking of all the time? I could not get it out of my head."
"What?"
"Of Lazarus at the rich man"s gate. Johnny, lad, there seems an awful responsibility lying on some of us."
To hear Tod say such a thing was stranger than all. He set off running, and burst into our sitting-room in the Star, startling the Pater, who was alone and reading one of the Worcester papers with his spectacles on. Tod sat down and told him all.
"Dear me! dear me!" cried the Pater, growing red as he listened. "Why, Joe, the poor fellow must be dying!"
"He may not have gone too far for recovery, father," was Tod"s answer.
"If we had to lie in that close hole, and had nothing to eat or drink, we should probably soon become skeletons also. He may get well yet with proper care and treatment."
"It seems to me that the first thing to be done is to get him into the Infirmary," remarked the Pater.
"And it ought to be done early to-morrow morning, sir; if it"s too late to-night."
The Pater got up in a bustle, put on his hat, and went out. He was going to his old friend, the famous surgeon, Henry Carden. Tod ran after him up Foregate Street, but was sent back to me. We stood at the door of the hotel, and in a few moments saw them coming along, the Pater arm-in-arm with Mr. Carden. He had come out as readily to visit the poor helpless man as he would to visit a rich one. Perhaps more so. They stopped when they saw us, and Mr. Carden asked Tod some of the particulars.
"You can get him admitted to the Infirmary at once, can you not?" said the Pater, impatiently, who was all on thorns to have something done.
"By what I can gather, it is not a case for the Infirmary," was the answer of its chief surgeon. "We"ll see."
Down we went, walking fast: the Pater and Mr. Carden in front, I and Tod at their heels; and found the room again with some difficulty. The wife was in then, and had made a handful of fire in the grate. What with the smoke, and what with the other agreeable accompaniments, we were nearly stifled.
If ever I wished to be a doctor, it was when I saw Mr. Carden with that poor sick man. He was so gentle with him, so cheery and so kind.
Had Jake been a duke, I don"t see that he could have been treated differently. There was something superior about the man, too, as though he had seen better days.
"What is your name?" asked Mr. Carden.
"James Winter, sir, a native of Herefordshire. I was on my way there when I was taken ill in this place."
"What to do there? To get work?"
"No, sir; to die. It don"t much matter, though; G.o.d"s here as well as there."
"You are not a gipsy?"
"Oh dear no, sir. From my dark skin, though, I"ve been taken for one. My wife"s descended from a gipsy tribe."
"We are thinking of placing you in the Infirmary, Jake," cried the Pater. "You will have every comfort there, and the best of attendance.
This gentleman----"
"We"ll see--we"ll see," interposed Mr. Carden, breaking in hastily on the promises. "I am not sure that the Infirmary will do for him."
"It is too late, sir, I think," said Jake, quietly, to Mr. Carden.
Mr. Carden made no reply. He asked the woman if she had such a thing as a tea-cup or wine-gla.s.s. She produced a cracked cup with the handle off and a notch in the rim. Mr. Carden poured something into it that he had brought in his pocket, and stooped over the man. Jake began to speak in his faint voice.
"Sir, I"d not seem ungrateful, but I"d like to stay here with the wife and boy to the last. It can"t be for long now."
"Drink this; it will do you good," said Mr. Carden, holding the cup to his lips.
"This close place is a change from the tent," I said to the woman, who was stooping over the bit of fire.
Such a look of regret came upon her countenance as she lifted it: just as if the tent had been a palace. "When we got here, master, it was after that two days" rain, and the ground was sopping. It didn"t do for _him_"--glancing round at the straw. "He was getting mighty bad then, and we just put our heads into this place--bad luck to us!"
The Squire gave her some silver, and told her to get anything in she thought best. It was too late to do more that night. The church clocks were striking ten as we went out.
"Won"t it do to move him to the Infirmary?" were the Pater"s first words to Mr. Carden.
"Certainly not. The man"s hours are numbered."
"There is no hope, I suppose?"
"Not the least. He may be said to be dying now."
No time was lost in the morning. When Squire Todhetley took a will to heart he carried it out, and speedily. A decent room with an airy window was found in the same block of buildings. A bed and other things were put in it; some clothes were redeemed; and by twelve o"clock in the day Jake was comfortably lying there. The Pater seemed to think that this was not enough: he wanted to do more.
"His humanity to my child kept him from seeing the last moments of his,"
said he. "The little help we can give him now is no return for that."
Food and clothes, and a dry, comfortable room, and wine and proper things for Jake--of which he could not swallow much. The woman was not to go out to work again while he lasted, but to stay at home and attend to him.
"I shall be at liberty by the hop-picking time," she said, with a sigh.
Ah, poor creature! long before that.
When Tod and I went in later in the afternoon, she had just given Jake some physic, ordered by Mr. Carden. She and the boy sat by the fire, tea and bread-and-b.u.t.ter on the deal table between them. Jake lay in bed, his head raised on account of his breathing, I thought he was better; but his thin white face, with the dark, earnest, glistening eyes, was almost painful to look upon.