"Ready."
John Leaver took the seat beside Burns, giving the outstretched hand a strong grip. He carried no hand-bag, there was no sign of his profession about him. He had sent to Baltimore for his own instruments, but they were waiting for him in the little operating-room at Sunny Farm, having been through every rite practised by modern surgery.
The car set off.
"It"s a magnificent morning," said Red Pepper Burns.
"Ideal."
"September"s the best month in the year, to my fancy."
"A crisp October rivals it, to my notion."
"Not bad. There"s a touch of frost in the air this morning."
"Quite a touch."
The car sped on. The men were silent. His one glance at his friend"s face had showed Burns that Leaver had, apparently, his old quiet command of himself. But this, though rea.s.suring, he knew could not be trusted as an absolute indication of control within. For himself, he had never been so profoundly excited in his life. He found himself wondering how he was going to stand and look on, unemployed, yet ready, at a sign, to take the helm. He felt as if that moment, if it should come, would find him as unnerved as the man he must help. Yet, with all his heart and will, he was silently a.s.suring himself that all would go well--must go well. He must not even fear failure, think failure, imagine failure. Strong confidence on his own part, he fully believed, would be definite, if intangible, a.s.sistance to his friend....
Rounding a curve in the road, the white outlines of Sunny Farm house stood out clearly against the background of near green fields, and distant purple hills.
"House gets the sun in great shape mornings," observed Burns.
"The location couldn"t be better," responded Leaver"s quiet voice.
The car swung into the yard. The two men got out, crossed the sward, and stood upon the porch. Miss Mathewson met them at the door, her face bright, her eyes clear, only a little flush on either cheek betraying to Burns that she shared his tension.
"Jamie seems in the best of condition," said she.
"That"s good--that"s good," Burns answered, as if he had not made sure of the fact for himself within the hour.
"I will go in and see him a minute," Leaver said, and disappeared into Jamie Ferguson"s room.
Outside Burns walked up and down the corridor, waiting, in a restlessness upon which he suddenly laid a stern decree. He stopped short and forced himself to stand still.
"You idiot," he savagely addressed himself, "you act like a fool medical student detailed to give an anesthetic at a noted surgeon"s clinic for the first time. Cut it, and behave yourself."
After which he was guilty of no more outward perturbation, and, naturally, of somewhat less inner turmoil.
"Satisfied?" he asked of Leaver, as the other came out of Jamie"s room.
Leaver nodded. "Rather better than I had hoped. He"s a plucky little chap."
"You"re right, he is."
The two went up to the dressing-room. Half an hour later, clad in white from head to foot, arms bare and gleaming, hands gloved, allowing a.s.sistants to open and close doors for them lest the slightest contamination affect their rigid cleanliness, they came into the operating-room. For the moment they were left alone there, while the nurses went to summon the bearer of the little patient. It was the moment Burns had dreaded, the stillness before action which most tries the spirit at any crisis.
He could not help giving one quick glance at his friend before he turned away to look out of the window with eyes which saw nothing outside it.
In that instant"s glance he thought the old Leaver stood before him, cool, collected, armed to the teeth, as it were, for the fight, and looking forward to it with eagerness. There had been possibly a slight pallor upon his face, as Miss Dodge had adjusted his mask of gauze, but, as Burns recalled it, this was a common matter with many surgeons, and it might easily have been characteristic of Leaver himself, even though Burns had not remembered it. His own heart was thumping heavily in his breast, as it had never thumped when he had been the chief actor in the coming scene.
"Lord, make him go through all right," he was praying, almost unconsciously, while he eyed the September landscape unseeingly, and listened for the sound of the stretcher bearers....
As they came in at the door Burns turned, and saw, or thought he saw, Leaver draw one deep, long breath. Then, in a minute or so, the fight was on. He remembered, of old, that there was never much delay after the distinguished surgeon saw his patient before him, had a.s.sured himself that all was well with the working of the anesthetic, and had taken up his first instrument....
Swift and sure moved Leaver"s hands, obeying the swift, sure working of his brain. There was not a moment"s indecision. More than one moment of deliberation there was, but Burns, watching, knew as well as if his friend had been a part of himself that the brief pauses in his work were a part of the work itself, and meant that as his task unfolded before him he stopped to weigh feasible courses, choosing with unerring judgment the better of two possible alternatives, and proceeding with the confidence essential to the unfaltering touch. As Burns beheld the process pa.s.s the point of greatest danger and approach conclusion, he felt somewhat as a man may who, unable to help, watches a swimmer breasting tremendous seas, and sees him win past the last smother of breakers and make his way into calmer waters. He was conscious that he himself had been breathing shallowly as he watched, and now drew several deep inspirations of relief.
"By George, that was the gamest thing I ever saw," thought Burns, exultingly. "He hasn"t shown the slightest sign of flinching. And Amy Mathewson--she"s played up to every move like a little second brain of his."
He looked at the small clock on a shelf of the surgery, and his head swam. "He"s outdone himself," he nearly cried aloud. "This will stand beside anything he"s ever done. If he"d been slower than usual it would have been only natural, after this interval, but he"s been faster. Oh, but I"m glad--glad!"
The event was over. Both Leaver and Burns, no longer under the necessity of avoiding contact with things unsterilized, felt the small patient"s pulse and nodded at each other. The a.s.sistants bore Jamie Ferguson"s little inert body away, Miss Dodge attending.
Dr. Leaver turned to Miss Mathewson. He drew off the masking gauze from his head, showing a flushed, moist face and eyes a little bloodshot. But his voice was as quiet as ever as he said:
"I"ve never had finer a.s.sistance from any one, Miss Mathewson. If you had been trained to work opposite me you couldn"t have done better."
"You work much like Dr. Burns," she said, modestly. "That made it easy."
Burns burst into a smothered laugh. "That"s the biggest compliment I"ve had for a good while," said he.
As they dressed, neither man said much. But when coats were on, and the two were ready to go to Jamie"s room, they turned each to the other.
"Well, old man?" Burns was smiling like the sunshine itself into his friend"s eyes. "I think I never was so happy in my life."
"I know you"re happy," said the other man. "I don"t believe I"ll trust myself yet to tell you what I am."
"Don"t try. We won"t talk it over just yet. But I"ve got to say this, Jack: You never did a more masterly job in your life."
Leaver smiled--and shivered. "I"m glad it"s over," said he.
They went down to Jamie"s room, and there, on either side of the high hospital cot, watched consciousness returning. With consciousness presently came pain.
"I"m going to stay with him," Leaver announced, by and by. Jamie"s little, wasted hand was fast in his, Jamie"s eyes, when they rested anywhere with intelligence, rested on his face--a face tender and pitiful.
"Good for you. I shall feel easier about him if you do," and Burns went away with the feeling that this course would be as good for the surgeon as for the patient.
He stopped in the lower hall to telephone Ellen.
"All safely over, dear," he said. "The patient doing well so far, and no reason why he shouldn"t continue, as far as we can see."
"Oh, I"m so glad, Red," came back the joyous reply, and Burns responded:
"That goes without saying, partner. I"ll tell you a lot more about it, now, when I get back."
The Green Imp went back at a furious pace. Half-way home, however, as it neared a figure walking by the roadside, it suddenly slowed down.
"Will you ride home, Miss Photographer?" Burns called. "Or do you prefer trudging all the way back with that camera and tripod?"