"Really now," he said; "that"s interesting. But I think I"ll give the keeper the opportunity of moving me. Why, it"s quite fine, the sun"s coming out, and the sparrows are hopping round--cheeky little devils!
I"m not sure that I don"t feel jolly."
"I wish I"d got the price of a pint about me," sighed Darkey, and the other man dropped his head and appeared to sleep. Then Darkey dozed a little, and heard in his waking sleep the heavy, crunching tread of an approaching park-keeper; he started up to warn his companion, but thought better of it, and closed his eyes again.
"Now then, there," the park-keeper shouted to the man with the sailor"s cap, "get up! This ain"t a fourpenny doss, you know. No lying down."
A rough shake accompanied the words, and the man sat up.
"All right, my friend."
The keeper, who was a good-humoured man, pa.s.sed on without further objurgation.
The face of the younger man had grown whiter.
"Look here, Darkey," he said, "I believe I"m done for."
"Never say die."
"No, just die without speaking."
His head fell forward and his eyes closed.
"At any rate, this is better than some deaths I"ve seen," he began again with a strange accession of liveliness. "Darkey, did I tell you the story of the five j.a.panese girls?"
"What, in Suez Bay?" said Darkey, who had heard many sea-stories during the last two days, and recollected them but hazily.
"No, man. This was at Nagasaki. We were taking in a cargo of coal for Hong Kong. Hundreds of little j.a.p girls pa.s.s the coal from hand to hand over the ship"s side in tiny baskets that hold about a plateful. In that way you can get three thousand tons aboard in two days."
"Talking of platefuls reminds me of sausage and mash," said Darkey.
"Don"t interrupt. Well, five of these gay little dolls wanted to go to Hong Kong, and they arranged with the Chinese sailors to stow away; I believe their friends paid those cold-blooded fiends something to pa.s.s them down food on the voyage, and give them an airing at nights. We had a particularly lively trip, battened everything down tight, and scarcely uncovered till we got into port. Then I and another man found those five girls among the coal."
"Dead, eh?"
"They"d simply torn themselves to pieces. Their bits of frock things were in strips, and they were scratched deep from top to toe. The Chinese had never troubled their heads about them at all, although they must have known it meant death. You may bet there was a row. The j.a.panese authorities make you search ship before sailing, now."
"Well?"
"Well, I shan"t die like that. That"s all."
He stretched himself out once more, and for ten minutes neither spoke.
The park-keeper strolled up again.
"Get up, there!" he said shortly and gruffly.
"Up ye get, mate," added Darkey, but the man on the bench did not stir.
One look at his face sufficed to startle the keeper, and presently two policemen were wheeling an ambulance cart to the hospital. Darkey followed, gave such information as he could, and then went his own ways.
II
In the afternoon the patient regained full consciousness. His eyes wandered vacantly about the illimitable ward, with its rows of beds stretching away on either side of him. A woman with a white cap, a white ap.r.o.n, and white wristbands bent over him, and he felt something gratefully warm pa.s.sing down his throat. For just one second he was happy. Then his memory returned, and the nurse saw that he was crying.
When he caught the nurse"s eye he ceased, and looked steadily at the distant ceiling.
"You"re better?"
"Yes."
He tried to speak boldly, decisively, nonchalantly. He was filled with a sense of physical shame, the shame which bodily helplessness always experiences in the presence of arrogant, patronizing health. He would have got up and walked briskly away if he could. He hated to be waited on, to be humoured, to be examined and theorized about. This woman would be wanting to feel his pulse. She should not; he would turn cantankerous. No doubt they had been saying to each other, "And so young, too! How sad!" Confound them!
"Have you any friends that you would like to send for?"
"No, none."
The girl--she was only a girl--looked at him, and there was that in her eye which overcame him.
"None at all?"
"Not that I want to see."
"Are your parents alive?"
"My mother is, but she lives away in the Five Towns."
"You"ve not seen her lately, perhaps?"
He did not reply, and the nurse spoke again, but her voice sounded indistinct and far off.
When he awoke it was night. At the other end of the ward was a long table covered with a white cloth, and on this table a lamp.
In the ring of light under the lamp was an open book, an inkstand and a pen. A nurse--not _his_ nurse--was standing by the table, her fingers idly drumming the cloth, and near her a man in evening dress. Perhaps a doctor. They were conversing in low tones. In the middle of the ward was an open stove, and the restless flames were reflected in all the bra.s.s k.n.o.bs of the bedsteads and in some shining metal b.a.l.l.s which hung from an unlighted chandelier. His part of the ward was almost in darkness. A confused, subdued murmur of little coughs, breathings, rustlings, was continually audible, and sometimes it rose above the conversation at the table. He noticed all these things. He became conscious, too, of a strangely familiar smell. What was it? Ah, yes! Acetic acid; his mother used it for her rheumatics.
Suddenly, magically, a great longing came over him. He must see his mother, or his brothers, or his little sister--someone who knew him, someone who _belonged_ to him. He could have cried out in his desire.
This one thought consumed all his faculties. If his mother could but walk in just now through that doorway! If only old Spot even could amble up to him, tongue out and tail furiously wagging! He tried to sit up, and he could not move! Then despair settled on him, and weighed him down. He closed his eyes.
The doctor and the nurse came slowly up the ward, pausing here and there. They stopped before his bed, and he held his breath.
"Not roused up again, I suppose?"
"No."
"H"m! He may flicker on for forty-eight hours. Not more."
They went on, and with a sigh of relief he opened his eyes again. The doctor shook hands with the nurse, who returned to the table and sat down.
Death! The end of all this! Yes, it was coming. He felt it. His had been one of those wasted lives of which he used to read in books. How strange! Almost amusing! He was one of those sons who bring sorrow and shame into a family. Again, how strange! What a coincidence that he--just _he_ and not the man in the next bed--should be one of those rare, legendary good-for-nothings who go recklessly to ruin. And yet, he was sure that he was not such a bad fellow after all. Only somehow he had been careless. Yes, careless; that was the word ... nothing worse.... As to death, he was indifferent. Remembering his father"s death, he reflected that it was probably less disturbing to die one"s self than to watch another pa.s.s.