At last the words rushed forth, but his voice was husky, and those who knew him would have declared him more moved than they had ever seen him.
The boy understood. A slender brown hand stole out from the white coverlet and touched his. Its outline, long and supple and graceful, spoke of patrician origin. It was hard for the man of wealth and pride to realize that it was the hand of the child of the common people, the people who were his enemies.
"Is there anything you would like to have done for you, boy?" he asked at last because the depth of emotion was more than he could bear.
The boy looked troubled.
"I was thinkin", ef Buck an" them could see me, they"d know "twas all right. I"d like "em fine to know how "tis in here."
"You want me to bring them up to see you?"
Mikky nodded.
"Where can I find them, do you think?"
"Buck, he won"t go fur, till he knows what"s comed o" me," said the boy with shining confidence in his friend. "He"d know I"d do that fur him."
Then it seemed there was such a thing as honor and loyalty among the lower ranks of men--at least among the boys. The man of the world was learning a great many things. Meekly he descended the two flights of stairs and went out to his own front doorsteps.
There were no crowds any more. The police were still on duty, but curious pa.s.sersby dared not linger long. The workmen had finished the windows and gone. The man felt little hope of finding the boys, but somehow he had a strange desire to do so. He wanted to see that face light up once more.
Also, he had a curious desire to see these youngsters from the street who could provoke such loving anxiety from the hero upstairs.
Mikky was right, Buck would not go far away until he knew how it was with his comrade. He had indeed moved off at the officer"s word when the doctor promised to bring him word later, but in his heart he did not intend to let a soul pa.s.s in or out of that house all day that he did not see, and so he set his young pickets here and there about the block, each with his bunch of papers, and arranged a judicious change occasionally, to avoid trouble with the officers.
Buck was standing across the street on the corner by the church steps, making a lively show of business now and then and keeping one eye on the house that had swallowed up his partner. He was not slow to perceive that he was being summoned by a man upon the steps, and ran eagerly up with his papers, expecting to receive his coin, and maybe a glimpse inside the door.
"All about der shootin" of der bank millionaire"s baby!" he yelled in his most finished voice of trade, and the father, thinking of what might have been, felt a pang of horror at the careless words from the gruff little voice.
"Do you know a boy named Buck?" he questioned as he deliberately paid for the paper that was held up to him, and searched the unpromising little face before him. Then marvelled at the sullen, sly change upon the dirty face.
The black brows drew down forbodingly, the dark eyes reminded Mm of a caged lion ready to spring if an opportunity offered. The child had become a man with a criminal"s face. There was something frightful about the defiant look with which the boy drew himself up.
"What if I does?"
"Only that there"s a boy in here," motioning toward the door, "would like very much to see him for a few minutes. If you know where he is, I wish you"d tell him."
Then there came a change more marvelous than before. It was as if the divine in the soul had suddenly been revealed through a rift in the sinful humanity. The whole defiant face became eager, the black eyes danced with question, the brows settled into straight pleasant lines, and the mouth sweetened as with pleasant thoughts.
"Is"t Mikky?" He asked in earnest voice. "Kin we get in? I"ll call de kids.
He"ll want "em. He allus wants der kids." He placed his fingers in his mouth, stretching it into a curious shape, and there issued forth a shriek that might have come from the mouth of an exulting fiend, so long and shrill and sharp it was. The man on the steps, his nerves already wrought to the snapping point, started angrily. Then suddenly around the corner at a swift trot emerged three ragged youngsters who came at their leader"s command swiftly and eagerly.
"Mikky wants us!" explained Buck. "Now youse foller me, "n don"t you say nothin" less I tell you."
They fell in line, behind the bank president, and followed awed within the portal that unlocked a palace more wonderful than Aladdin"s to their astonished gaze.
Up the stairs they slunk, single file, the bare feet and the illy-shod alike going silently and sleuth-like over the polished stairs. They skulked past open doors with frightened defiant glances, the defiance of the very poor for the very rich, the defiance that is born and bred in the soul from a face to face existence with hunger and cold and need of every kind. They were defiant but they took it all in, and for many a day gave details highly embellished of the palace where Mikky lay. It seemed to them that heaven itself could show no grander sights.
In a stricken row against the wall, with sudden consciousness of their own delinquencies of attire, ragged caps in hands, grimy hands behind them, they stood and gazed upon their fallen hero-comrade.
Clean, they had never perhaps seen his face before. The white robe that was upon him seemed a robe of unearthly whiteness. It dazzled their gaze. The shining of his newly-washed hair was a glory crown upon his head. They saw him gathered into another world than any they knew. It could have seemed no worse to them if the far heaven above the narrow city streets had opened its grim clouds and received their comrade from their sight. They were appalled. How could he ever be theirs again? How could it all have happened in the few short hours since Mikky flashed past them and fell a martyr to his kindly heart and saved the wicked rich man his child? The brows of Buck drew together in his densest frown. He felt that Mikky, their Mikky was having some terrible change come upon him.
Then Mikky turned and smiled upon them all, and in his dear familiar voice shouted, "Say, kids, ain"t this grand? Say, I jes" wish you was all in it!
Ef you, Buck, an" the kids was here in this yer grand bed I"d be havin" the time o" me life!"
That turned the tide. Buck swallowed hard and smiled his darker smile, and the rest grinned sheepishly Grandeur and riches had not spoiled their prince. He was theirs still and he had wanted them. He had sent for them.
They gained courage to look around on the spotlessly clean room, on the nurse in her crackling dignity; on the dish of oranges which she promptly handed to them and of which each in awe partook a golden sphere; on the handful of bright flowers that Morton had brought but a few minutes before and placed on a little stand by the bed; on the pictures that hung upon the walls, the like of which they had never seen, before, and then back to the white white bed that held their companion. They could not get used to the whiteness and the cleanness of his clean, clean face and hands, and bright gold hair. It burned like a flame against the pillow, and Mikky"s blue eyes seemed darker and deeper than ever before. To Buck they had given their obedient following, and looked to him for protection, but after all he was one like themselves, only a little more fearless. To Mikky they all gave a kind of far-seeing adoration. He was fearless and brave like Buck, but he was something more. In their superst.i.tious fear and ignorance he seemed to them almost supernatural.
They skulked, silently down the stairs like frightened rabbits when the interview was over, each clutching his precious orange, and not until the great doors had closed upon them, did they utter a word. They had said very little. Mikky had done all the talking.
When they had filed down the street behind their leader, and rounded the corner out of sight of the house, Buck gathered them into a little knot and said solemnly: "Kids. I bet cher Mik don"t be comin" out o" this no more.
Didn"t you take notice how he looked jes" like the angel top o" the monnemunt down to the cemtary?"
The little group took on a solemnity that was deep and real.
"Annyhow, he wanted us!" spoke up a curly-headed boy with old eyes and a thin face. He was one whom Mikky had been won"t to defend. He bore a hump upon his ragged back.
"Aw! he"s all right fer us, is Mik," said Buck, "but he"s different nor us.
Old Aunt Sal she said one day he were named fer a "n"angel, an" like as not he"ll go back where he b"longs some day, but he won"t never fergit us.
He ain"t like rich folks what don"t care. He"s our pard allus. Come on, fellers."
Down the back alley went the solemn little procession, single file, till they reached the rear of the Endicott house, where they stood silent as before a shrine, till at a signal from their leader, each grimy right hand was raised, and gravely each ragged cap was taken off and held high in the air toward the upper window, where they knew their hero-comrade lay. Then they turned and marched silently away.
They were all in place before the door whenever the doctor came thereafter, and always went around by the way of the alley afterward for their ceremonial good night, sometimes standing solemnly beneath the cold stars while the shrill wind blew through their thin garments, but always as long as the doctor brought them word, or as long as the light burned in the upper window, they felt their comrade had not gone yet.
CHAPTER III
Heaven opened for Mikky on the day when Morton, with the doctor"s permission, brought Baby Starr to see him.
The baby, in her nurse"s arms, gazed down upon her rescuer with the unprejudiced eyes of childhood. Mikky"s smile flashed upon her and forthwith she answered with a joyous laugh of glee. The beautiful boy pleased her ladyship. She reached out her roseleaf hands to greet him.
The nurse held her down to the bed:
"Kiss the wee b"y, that"s a good baby. Kiss the wee b"y. He took care of baby and saved her life when the bad man tried to hurt her. Kiss the wee b"y and say "I thank you,"" commanded Morton.
The saving of her life meant nothing to little Starr, but she obediently murmured "I"ee tank oo!" as the nurse had drilled her to do before she brought her, and then laid her moist pink lips on cheeks, forehead, eyes and mouth in turn, and Mikky, in ecstasy, lay trembling with the pleasure of it. No one had ever kissed him before. Kissing was not in vogue in the street where he existed.
Thereafter, every day until he was convalescent, Starr came to visit him.
By degrees he grew accustomed to her gay presence enough to talk with her freely as child with child. Her words were few and her tongue as yet quite unacquainted with the language of this world; but perhaps that was all the better, for their conversations were more of the spirit than of the tongue, Mikky"s language, of circ.u.mstance, being quite unlike that of Madison Avenue.
Starr brought her wonderful electric toys and dolls, and Mikky looked at them with wonder, yet always with a kind of rare indifference, because the child herself was to him the wonder of all wonders, an angel spirit stooped to earth. And every day, when the nurse carried her small charge away after her frolic with the boy, she would always lift her up to the bed and say:
"Now kiss the wee b"y, Baby Starr, and thank him again fer savin" yer life."