"h.e.l.l mit the engine! Look!" Gustav thrust his left hand in Roger"s face. The sleeve was dripping blood. Roger seized Gustav"s arm tightly above the elbow. "Come over to the tent, Gustav," he said.
Stumbling blindly through the sand drifts the two men reached the tent, where just as they crept inside the flap, Gustav fainted. Charley ran forward and before Roger could protest had helped lift Gustav to his cot.
"I don"t think it"s so bad. He never can stand the sight of blood," said Roger.
They stripped back the sleeve as Roger spoke. A gash several inches long in Gustav"s upper arm had laid bare the bone. Felicia began to cry.
"I"ve got a first aid kit, somewhere," said Roger, running to dig wildly through the trunks, emerging in a moment with a black box, from which he produced a tourniquet. They applied this quickly.
"Now, is there some alcohol here?" asked Charley. "We will wash it off with that until we can boil some water. Felicia, you go put all the things back nicely in the boys" trunks, and don"t pay any attention to us."
Felicia was quickly absorbed in this altogether fascinating task, while Charley"s skillful fingers made a temporary bandage for Gustav"s arm. He was conscious now and offered a sick protest against Charley"s suggestion:
"Let"s cut this shirt off him, Roger. It"s saturated with blood. I"ll sew it up for him later."
Gustav sat up and before he could do more, Roger and Charley had removed his shirt. To their surprise they found he was wearing two, the second shirt having a particularly huge pocket, full of papers that were blood saturated.
"Don"t touch that, don"t!" cried Gustav. Then catching sight of the blood stains, he fainted again.
"Who"d think old Gustav was such a perfect lady," chuckled Roger. "Here, let"s get him cleaned up now before he comes to, again."
They pulled off the second shirt, and put on one of Roger"s fresh ones.
Then while Charley gave Gustav some water, Roger took the papers from the b.l.o.o.d.y pockets of the second shirt.
"I"ll wipe these off before the blood sets," he said. Then his eye caught a memorandum in German "Low pressure engine--new detail. Moore."
Roger quickly opened the paper. It was about six inches square and was a copy of a detail of one of Roger"s patent drawings.
"I"ll be d.a.m.ned!" muttered Roger, his face flushing darkly.
He ran through other sheets. There were more drawings and some carefully written notes on Roger"s general scheme for heat utilization. He was reading these very deliberately when Ernest came in.
"Whew, what a country!" began Ernest, then he stopped with a gasp.
Gustav, who was sitting up again, groaned weakly.
"I vas a chicken-fool, eh, Miss Charley?"
Roger crossed to the bed with a stride. "Look here, Schmidt," he said, "the sooner you get your things together and get out of here, the better I"ll like it."
Gustav stood up. His jaw dropped. Then his eye fell on the papers in Roger"s hand.
"I told you not to take off the shirt from me!" he cried.
"What"s the matter, Rog?" asked Ernest.
"Matter? Matter? Why, this fellow is a thief. He"s been stealing my ideas. Go on now! Get out of here!"
Ernest took the blood-stained papers and glanced at them hurriedly.
"Hold on! Be cool, Roger! Give Gustav a chance to explain."
"Explain! Explain what? Just how he stole these? Tear those papers up, Ernest, and take this Dutchman out of my sight. Get him out, I tell you."
Ernest hesitated. In all the years he had known Roger he never had seen him in a pa.s.sion like this. Felicia flew over to Charley who stood with wide troubled eyes on Roger"s distorted face. The child was white and trembling.
"Ernest!" thundered Roger.
With a glance at Gustav, Ernest began to tear up the papers.
"Roger! Please! Bitte! I can explain," began Gustav.
"Don"t speak to me. I"ve heard vague stories of how German manufacturers get their ideas. This, I know: in the morning, you"ll start for Archer"s Springs, you skunk!"
"Oh, Rog!" protested Ernest.
"How dare you protest, Ernest?" Roger turned on his friend furiously.
"You know what that engine means to me. You know the difficulty of patent protection and now this dirty hound--"
"Here! That I von"t take from any man," cried Gustav. "You vas acting like a fool, Roger."
Roger lunged forward with his right fist swinging. But before Ernest could interfere, Charley had caught the clenched fist with both her hands, and was clinging to it with all her fine strength.
"Oh, Roger!" she cried. "Oh, Roger! Roger!"
Roger dropped his arm and stared at her for a moment. Her eyes, so like Felicia"s, so unlike them, returned his furious gaze, unflinching.
Suddenly, he grew pale and without a word, turned on his heel and left the tent.
He made his way to the engine house. Ernest had covered the engine with a tent fly, but Roger did not even glance at the idol of his heart. He made his way back where the roof still offered some protection from the storm and sat down on an empty box. An hour, then another slipped by, the sand sifting heavily on Roger as he crouched motionless, his head in his hands.
At the end of the first hour, the storm had lessened perceptibly and by the time the second had pa.s.sed, the westering sun was flashing through the dusty windows. Voices outside did not rouse Roger, but when Charley slipped in through the sagging door, he looked up. The girl returned his look soberly and sat down on a pile of adobe brick near him.
Roger looked at her curiously. No one, excepting his mother, had ever before checked one of his flights of fury, midway. Sometimes, as in the episode with young Hallock, he had been able to check himself, but this was not frequent.
"Why did you do that? Why did you interfere?" he asked abruptly.
"I couldn"t stand by and see you make a mess of your life," replied Charley, "just as things seemed to be going well."
"Going well!" repeated Roger sardonically. "Why, I"ve been sitting here for hours, bringing myself to the realization of the fact that my life is a hopeless mess. I can"t trust any one. I can"t get help. I can"t do it all alone. I"m going to quit this game and get a job."
"Roger," said Charley slowly, "do you want to know what"s the matter with you, aside from your temper? You"re completely work- and self-centered. You don"t take human beings into your calculations at all. And you won"t be a real success until you get to studying and liking people as well as you do machinery. If you"d given about a tenth of the thought to Gustav that you have, say, to stopping the leaks in the condenser, and then if you"d used the same patience with him to-day that you would to a big leak in the pipes, you"d be farther ahead on your job and a good deal bigger man. Roger, the more I see of you the more I"m convinced that your failure is a good deal less the result of other people"s indifference than it is of your own temperamental peculiarities and weaknesses."
Roger"s face flushed again. "What business have you got talking this way to me?" he blurted out, angrily.
"Every business in the world," returned Charley serenely. "I like you, and your work is very important. Anything I can do to help get it across, I"m going to do, regardless of your feelings. I have an idea that no one has really helped you since your mother died--that is, with your temper."
The anger died out of Roger"s eyes. Once again he seemed to feel that faint and heavenly touch upon his forehead. It did not seem to him possible that what this girl said of him was true. And yet there was in the depths of her steady brown eyes a sort of ageless wisdom that made him feel awkward and immature. An ageless wisdom, with the sweetness and purity of the child Felicia"s gaze. Lovely drooping lips that were Felicia"s, and yet were, because of their sad patience, not Felicia"s, but belonged to a woman who reminded him of his mother.
Roger continued to stare at Charley as if he never had seen her before.
After a moment he said in a half-whisper, "By Jove, I believe you _are_ a friend to me--with nerve enough to tell me the truth as you see it, which Ernest never had. And he"s been my only friend. Perhaps you"re right, perhaps part of the fault has been with myself. O Lord, Charley!