"Yes."
"Well, I can"t do that; it"s too much to ask." An angry gleam shot from her eyes. "You might have thought more of me and less of yourself. You put your old ca.n.a.l first and me second." With which she swung about and marched off to the car, and it went away, rocking and lurching down the uneven trail.
Lee stood looking after it. Her last words brought up the memory of the occasion when she had playfully uttered the like, one night in August, with the added inquiry, "What if you had to choose between us?" Were things drifting to such an issue? Would she at last force upon him that hard choice? He flung up a hand in a gesture of despair.
Some metamorphosis had occurred in her; she was not the simple and loving Ruth to whom he had offered himself that day they picked berries in the canon. Or was it that only now her real self was revealed? Was it that she was capable of loving only selfishly? Did she love him at all?
The questions bit like acid into his heart. And a new one, that startled and dismayed his soul: Did he love her? Yes--the Ruth she yet was. But he could never love the woman she seemed on the way to become, breathing an exciting and unhealthy atmosphere, seeking purely personal gain, indifferent to worthy objects, selfish, hard, mercenary, worldly. No, that kind of Ruth would kill love.
He still stood there when Morgan, who had been on an errand to headquarters, came galloping back on his way to the dam.
"Accident down below," he said. "Man hurt in the mixer. Arm crushed."
Bryant jerked his head about to look at the drop two hundred yards farther down the ridge. He saw the workmen grouped together. The huge cylindrical machine was motionless.
"I"ll see," he exclaimed, hurrying to his runabout.
He drove recklessly to where the injured man lay, helped lift him into the car, and bidding the foreman stand on the running board and support the unconscious labourer, set off for headquarters at such speed as was possible. Into the low shack used for hospital purposes the two carried their charge, and as the doctor was absent Bryant began a search to find him. He ran down the camp street shouting the doctor"s name and along the ditch where the teams moved, until he encountered Carrigan.
"Doc ain"t here. Who"s hurt?" Pat asked. For a call for the doctor could mean but one thing.
Bryant described the nature of the accident and both men hastened back to the hospital. The door was now closed. Before it, stood the foreman of the concrete gang, who was narrating for the benefit of a group of cooks and freighters details of the mishap.
Bryant turned the k.n.o.b, but the door was locked.
"He stationed me here to keep men out," the foreman said.
"Then he"s in there."
"Yes, came a-running. Was loafing out there in the brush and having a smoke. Said he was going to operate at once, then locked the door."
"Not alone!" Lee exclaimed.
"No, he has help. One of the engineers from the office, who had come trotting over to see what was wrong, and a girl."
"A girl! What girl?"
The foreman shook his head.
"Don"t know who she is. She came riding in from the south. When she saw us hustling round, she asked what had happened and jumped off her horse and inquired of the Doc whether she could be of any help. He looked at her, then said yes. She"s in there now. One of the men is caring for her horse."
"A bay horse?"
"Yes. And a pretty girl, too. I"d almost lose an arm to have a good-looker like her hovering over me."
"All right, Jenks. You can go back now. Get another man for your crew from Morgan. I"ll obtain this fellow"s name and his address, if he has any, from the time-keeper, in case he pa.s.ses in his checks."
The foreman started away. The group before the door disintegrated and presently disappeared. Pat glanced at the sun, lighted a cigar, and asked:
"Do we start a night shift?"
"Yes; whenever you can bring in the men."
"Then I"ll wire for some right away. The thermometer was five below this morning, and only twenty-two above this noon. She"s cold at last."
"Go to it, Pat. I"ll stay here till Doc is through."
When Carrigan had left him, Bryant sat down on a discarded oil tin lying on the ground--one of the square ten-gallon cans common about camps. He gazed at the door of the hospital shack. He could hear faint sounds from within, a footfall on the board floor, an indistinct word or murmur. Behind him and farther down the street, in the big cook tents where the crews ate, was the rattle of pans and an occasional oath or burst of laughter. There the cooks were peeling potatoes and mixing great pans of biscuit dough and exchanging jests, while here in the shack a fight was going on for a life.
Bryant saw again that unshaven, heavy-faced workman, with the terribly mangled arm, whom he had brought hither. Poor devil! Some oversight, some carelessness, some mistake on the part of himself or another; and if not a dead man, then one-armed for the rest of his days. He, Bryant, could not consider these accidents with Pat Carrigan"s philosophic calm--a calm acquired from decades of camp tragedies and disasters. They harrowed his spirit. Though they appeared inevitable where men delved or builded or flung forth great spans, they made the cost of constructive works seem too great. They took the glamor from projects and left them hard, grim, uninspiring tasks.
Lee felt a weariness like that of age. The strain under which he laboured, the sustained effort of driving this furrow through earth that was like iron, his unavailing endeavours to reclaim Ruth, afflictions such as this of the past hour, the uncertainty of everything--all sapped his energy and shook his faith. Yet before him there were weeks of the same, or worse. He had put his hand to the plow; he could not turn back.
All at once the door of the shack opened. Louise Graham came out, without hat, garbed in a great white surgical ap.r.o.n. Her knees seemed about to give way. Her eyes were half shut. Her face was without colour, drawn, dazed. With her from the interior came a reek of chloroform.
She had been the girl in there! Bryant had guessed it, feared it. He ran forward and put an arm about her shoulders and led her to the tin oil canister on which he urged her to be seated.
"No, I won"t faint," she said, weakly. He knelt beside her and supported her form. "I just feel dizzy and a little sick," she went on. "Better in a moment." Lee observed her shudder. Presently she murmured, "Stuck it out, anyway. Dad says--dad says, "Never be a quitter." And I wasn"t one."
CHAPTER XVIII
Rymer, a sandy-haired, blue-eyed young fellow, one of Bryant"s staff, walked out of the shack, pulling on his coat. He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, at which he was sucking rapidly. In spite of its dark lacquer of tan his face had a grayish tinge.
"Sick?" he asked of Bryant, jerking a nod toward Louise Graham.
"A bit. Have Doc give you a little brandy in a gla.s.s. And bring out her things, too."
Rymer went back into the shack, presently returning with the liquor and accompanied by the young doctor, who still had his sleeves rolled up. Louise swallowed the fiery dram.
"That--that would raise the dead!" she gasped, wiping sudden tears from her eyes. She sat up, pushed back the hair from her brow, and began to glance about.
"How"s your man?" Bryant asked the doctor.
"Right as a trivet--if no complications set in. Have him stowed on a cot in the inner room. Bring on your next."
"You ought to be the next," said Lee, darkly.
"Because I grabbed her? Well, I"ll use her another time if she"s about. Steady as a pin. No wasted motion, either. Pa.s.sed me instruments and things like a veteran nurse. I just gave a nod or glance and she had the right tray. I wanted to pat her on the shoulder. Can"t give people that thing; it"s a born knack. Knowing exactly what"s wanted at the instant. She has it, has it to the tips of her fingers."
Lee said no more. The young doctor was still labouring under the excitement of the past hour and swimming in exultation at performing an operation that would have taxed the skill of an experienced surgeon. It had been one of those wicked cases--arm crushed to the shoulder, everything gone into a hodge-podge of flesh and arteries and splintered bone, a case for fast work and at the same time for delicate closure of the stump. This had been thrust at Higginson like a flash, he out of a medical school but a year and a half, still coaxing a moustache, so to speak. Lee perceived it all. The matter for Higginson had been like the ditch with Bryant: something tremendous, something to be met with the means at hand, something to be accomplished at all costs. And now his brain was ringing with triumph.
He was superior to anything Bryant might think or say or do. For the moment he was quite ecstatic. One in his exalted state could conceive nothing unmeet in having haled a strange, sensitive girl into the ghastly business for an a.s.sistant.
"I"ll conduct Miss Graham to my office, where she can remain until she"s wholly herself," Bryant said. "This air is too sharp. You have everything, Rymer--cap, coat, gauntlets? Bring them along."
"But I"m feeling better now," Louise protested.