"I see. Well, wish me luck!"
"I wish you--your own skill at its highest power," said Jordan King fervently.
"Thanks, youngster," was Burns"s answer, and this time there was no smile on the face which he lifted again for an instant from above the tiny piece of steel which held in it such potentialities--in his hands.
"You seem to have got farther in under his skin than the rest of us,"
observed Chester to King as they walked slowly away. There was a touch of unconscious jealousy in his tone. He had known R.P. Burns a long while before Jordan King had reached man"s estate. "I never knew him to say a word about a coming operation before."
"He didn"t say it now; I happened to know. Come out and see the rigging we"ve put on the car so Aleck can work everything with one hand and two feet."
"And a few brains, I should say," Chester supplemented.
Though Burns had plenty of other work to keep him busy during the interval before he should lay hands upon Doctor Van Horn, his mind was seldom off his coming task. In spite of all that Ellen knew of the past antagonism between the two men she was in possession of but comparatively few of the facts. Except where his fiery temper had entirely overcome him Burns had been silent concerning the many causes he had had to dislike and distrust the older man.
As what is called "a fashionable physician," having for his patients few outside of the wealthy cla.s.s, Dr. James Van Horn had occupied a field of practice entirely different from that of R.P. Burns. Though Burns numbered on his list many of the city"s best known and most prosperous citizens, he held them by virtue of a manner of address and a system of treatment differing in no wise from that which he employed upon the poorest and humblest who came to him. If people liked him it was for no blandishments of his, only for his st.u.r.dy manliness, his absolute honesty, and a certain not unattractive bluntness of speech whose humour often atoned for its thrust.
As for his skill, there was no question that it ranked higher than that of his special rival. As for his success, it had steadily increased.
And, as all who knew him could testify, when it came to that "last ditch" in which lay a human being fighting for his life, Burns"s reputation for standing by, sleeves rolled up and body stiff with resistance of the threatening evil, was such that there was no man to compete with him.
It was inevitable that in a city of the moderate size of that in which these two men practised there should arise situations which sometimes brought about a clash between them. The patient of one, having arrived at serious straits, often called for a consultation with the other. The very professional bearing and methods of the two were so different, strive though they might to adapt themselves to each other at least in the presence of the patient, that trouble usually began at once, veiled though it might be under the stringencies of professional etiquette.
Later, when it came to matters of life and death, these men were sure to disagree radically. Van Horn, dignified of presence, polished of speech, was apt to impress the patient"s family with his wisdom, his restraint, his modestly a.s.sured sense of the fitness of his own methods to the needs of the case; while Burns, burning with indignation over some breach of faith occasioned by his senior"s orders in his absence, or other indignity, flaming still more hotly over being forced into a course which he believed to be against the patient"s interest, was likely to blurt out some rough speech at a moment when silence, as far as his own interests were concerned, would have been more discreet--and then would come rupture.
Usually those most concerned never guessed at the hidden fires, because even Burns, under bonds to his wife to restrain himself at moments of danger, was nearly always able to get away from such scenes without open outbreak. But more than once a situation had developed which could be handled only by the withdrawal of one or the other physician from the case--and then, whether he went or stayed, Burns could seldom win through without showing what he felt.
Now, however, he was feeling as he had never dreamed he could feel toward James Van Horn. The way in which the man was facing the present crisis in his life called for Burns"s honest and ungrudging admiration.
With that same cool and unflurried bearing with which Van Horn was accustomed to hold his own in a consultation was he now awaiting the uncertain issue of his determination to end, in one way or the other, the disability under which he was suffering.
CHAPTER XI
THE ONLY SAFE PLACE
When Red Pepper Burns visited James Van Horn, at the hospital, on the evening before the operation, he found him lying quietly in bed, ready for the night--and the morning. He looked up and smiled the same slightly frosty smile Burns knew so well, but which he now interpreted differently. As he sat down by the bedside the younger man"s heart was unbelievably warm.
He looked straight, with his powerful hazel eyes slightly veiled by a contraction of the eyelids, into the steady gray eyes of his patient--his patient--he could not believe it yet. He laid exploring fingers upon the pulse of the hand he had just grasped.
"If they were all like you," he said gently, "we should have better chances for doing our best. How do you manage it, Doctor?"
"Temperament, I suppose," returned the other lightly. "Or"--and now he spoke less lightly--"belief--or lack of it. If we get through--very well; I shall go on with my work. If we don"t get through--that ends it. I have no belief in any hereafter, as you may know. A few years more or less--what does it matter?"
Burns studied the finely chiselled face in silence for a minute, then he spoke slowly: "It matters this much--to me. If by a chance, a slip, a lack of skill, I should put an end to a life which would never live again, I could not bear it."
Van Horn smiled--and somehow the smile was not frosty at all. "I am trusting you. Your hand won"t slip; there will be no lack of skill. If you don"t pull me through, it will be because destiny is too much for us. To be honest, I don"t care how it comes out. And yet, that"s not quite true either. I do care; only I want to be entirely well again. I can"t go on as I have gone."
"You shall not. We"re going to win; I"m confident of it. Only--Doctor, if the unforeseen should happen I don"t want you to go out of this life believing there"s no other. Listen." He pulled out a notebook and searching, found a small newspaper clipping. "A big New York paper the other day printed this headline: "_Fell Eight Stories to Death_." A smaller city paper copied it with this ironical comment: "_Headlines cannot be too complete. But what a great story it would have been if he had fallen eight stories to life!_" And then one of the biggest and most influential and respected newspapers in the world copied both headlines and comment and gave the whole thing a fresh t.i.tle: "_Falls to Life--Immortal_." Doctor--you can"t afford to lie to-night where you do--and take chances on that last thing"s not being true. The greatest minds the world knows believe it is true."
A silence fell. Then Van Horn spoke: "Burns, do you think it"s wise to turn a patient"s thoughts into this channel on the eve of a crisis?"
Burns regarded him closely. "Can you tell me, Doctor," he asked, "that your thoughts weren"t already in that channel?"
"Suppose they were. And suppose I even admitted the possibility that you were right--which, mind you, I don"t--what use is it to argue the question at this late hour?"
"Because the hour is not too late. If you want to sleep quietly to-night and wake fit for what"s coming, put yourself in the hands of the Maker of heaven and earth before you sleep. Then, whether there"s a hereafter or not won"t matter for you; you"ll leave that to Him. But you"ll be in His hands--and that"s the only place it"s safe to be."
"Suppose I told you I didn"t believe in any such Being."
"I should tell you you knew better--and knew it with every fibre of you."
The two pairs of eyes steadily regarded each other. In Burns"s flamed sincerity and conviction. In Van Horn"s grew a curious sort of suffering. He moved restlessly on his pillow.
"If I had known you were a fanatic as well as a fighter I might have hesitated to call you, even though I believe in you as a surgeon," he said somewhat huskily.
"It"s surgery you"re getting from me to-night, but I cut to cure. A mind at rest will help you through to-morrow."
"Why should you think my mind isn"t at rest? You commended me for my quiet mind when you came in."
"For your cool control. But your unhappy spirit looked out of your eyes at me, and I"ve spoken to that. I couldn"t keep silence. Forgive me, Doctor; I"m a blunt fellow, as you have reason to know. I haven"t liked you, and you haven"t liked me. We"ve fought each other all along the line. But your calling me now has touched me very much, and I find myself caring tremendously to give you the best I have. And not only the best my hands have to give you, but the best of my brain and heart. And that belief in the Almighty and His power to rule this world and other worlds is the best I have. I"d like to give it to you."
He rose, his big figure towering like a mountain of strength above the slender form in the bed.
Van Horn stretched up his hand to say good-night. "I know you thought it right to say this to me, Burns," he said, "and I have reason to know that when you think a thing is right you don"t hesitate to do it. I like your frankness--better than I seem to. I trust you none the less for this talk; perhaps more. Do your best by me in the morning, and whatever happens, your conscience will be free."
Burns"s two sinewy hands clasped the thin but still firm one of Van Horn. "As I said just now, I"ve never wanted more to do my best than for you," came very gently from his lips. "And I can tell you for your comfort that the more anxious I am to do good work the surer I am to do it. I don"t know why it should be so; I"ve heard plenty of men say it worked just the other way with them. Yes, I do know why. I think I"ll tell you the explanation. The more anxious I am the harder I pray to my G.o.d to make me fit. And when I go from my knees to the operating-room I feel armed to the teeth."
He smiled, a brilliant, heart-warming smile, and suddenly he looked, to the man on the bed who gazed at him, more like a conqueror than any one he had ever seen. And all at once James Van Horn understood why, with all his faults of temper and speech, his patients loved and clung to Red Pepper Burns; and why he, Van Horn himself, had not been able to defeat Burns as a rival. There was something about the man which spoke of power, and at this moment it seemed clear, even to the skeptic, that it was not wholly human power.
Burns bent over the bed. "Good-night, Doctor," he said softly, almost as he might have spoken to a child. Then, quite as he might have spoken to a child, he added: "Say a bit of a prayer before you go to sleep. It won"t hurt you, and--who knows?--even unbelieving, you may get an answer."
Van Horn smiled up at him wanly. "Good-night, Doctor," he replied.
"Thank you for coming in--whether I sleep the better or the worse for it."
If there were anything of the fanatic about Redfield Pepper Burns--and the term was one which no human being but Van Horn had ever applied to him--it was the fighting, not the fasting, side of his character which showed uppermost at ten next morning. He came out of his hospital dressing-room with that look of dogged determination written upon brow and mouth which his a.s.sociates knew well, and they had never seen it written larger. From Doctor Buller, who usually gave the anesthetics in Burns"s cases, and from Miss Mathewson, who almost invariably worked upon the opposite side of the operating table, to the newest nurse whose only mission was to be at hand for observation, the staff more or less acutely sensed the situation. Not one of those who had been for any length of time in the service but understood that it was an unusual situation.
That James Van Horn and R.P. Burns had long been conscious or unconscious rivals was known to everybody. Van Horn was not popular with the hospital staff, while Burns might have ordered them all to almost any deed of valour and have been loyally obeyed. But Van Horn"s standing in the city was well understood; he was admired and respected as the most imposing and influential figure in the medical profession there represented. He held many posts of distinction, not only in the city, but in the state, and his name at the head of an article in any professional magazine carried weight and authority. And that he should have chosen Burns, rather than have sent abroad for any more famous surgeon, was to be considered an extraordinary honour indicative of a confidence not to have been expected.
Altogether, there was more than ordinary tension observable in the operating-room just before the appointed hour. A number of the city"s surgeons were present--Grayson, Fields, Lenhart, Stevenson--men accustomed to see Burns at work and to recognize his ability as uncommon. Not that they often admitted this to themselves or to one another, but the fact remains that they understood precisely why Van Horn, if he chose a local man at all--which of itself had surprised them very much--had selected Burns. Not one of them, no matter how personally he felt antagonistic to this most constantly employed member of the profession, but would have felt safer in his hands in such a crisis than in those of any of his a.s.sociates.
Burns held a brief conference with Miss Mathewson, who having been with him in his office and his operative work for the entire twelve years of his practice, was herself all but a surgeon and suited him better than any man, with her deft fingers and sure response to his slightest indication of intention. The others found themselves watching the two as they came forward, cool, steady, ready for the perfect team work they had so long played. If both hearts were beating a degree faster than usual there was nothing to show it. n.o.body knew what had pa.s.sed between the two. If they had known they might have understood why they worked so perfectly together.
"You"re going to give me your best to-day, Amy, eh?"