Dan Treu hesitated.
"I thought as much," nodded Lamb. "But you mustn"t pay any attention to him. His fever"s way up and he"s out of his head most of the time."
"He seems to think his arm ain"t had the care it should,"--Treu"s voice was troubled--"that the wound ain"t clean and it"s swellin" bad."
Lamb laughed.
"His hallucination; he"s way off at times. Everything"s been done for him. We like the boy and he"s havin" the best of care. Why, we couldn"t afford to have it get around that we neglect our patients, so you see what he says ain"t sense."
The deputy-sheriff"s face cleared gradually at Lamb"s explanation and solicitude.
"Yes, I guess he is a little "off," though I must say he don"t exactly look it. But do all you can for him, Lamb, for Billy"s a fine chap at heart and he"s a friend of mine. The boys have raised some money for any extras that he wants--I put it under his pillow."
Lamb brightened perceptibly.
"That"s a good thing, because seein" as how he wasn"t hurt on the works he"ll have to pay like any private patient and of course we"d like to see where our money is comin" from. I"ve asked him for the money--his week is up to-day--but he don"t seem to think he owes it."
"Kind of strikes me the same way," replied the deputy obviously surprised.
"That"s accordin" to contract--that"s the written agreement." Lamb"s nasal voice immediately became argumentative.
"It may be that,"--the deputy looked at him soberly--"but it don"t sound like common humanity to me--or fairness. He"s been paying a dollar a month to you and your hospital ever since it started and hundreds of men who have no need of its services have been doin" the same, and I must say, Lamb, it sounds like pretty small potatoes for you to charge him for an outside accident like this because your contract will let you do it and get away with it."
"We ain"t here for our health, be we?" demanded Lamb, offensively on the defensive.
"It don"t look like it," Treu replied shortly.
"But he"ll want for nothin" while he"s under our care." Lamb"s tone grew suddenly conciliatory. "You"d better go now, your presence excites him and he must have quiet. Step to the door and say good-by, if you like, but no conversation, please."
"Adios, Billy!" The deputy thrust his head and broad shoulders in the doorway. "I"ll come again soon."
"Good-by, Dan, good-by for keeps, old man. I don"t believe I"ll be here when you come again." All the excitement was gone and the boy spoke in the quiet voice of conviction. "You"re quittin" me, Dan. You don"t believe me and the jig"s up. You"d risk your life to save me if I was drowning or up against it in a fight, but you"re walkin" away and leavin" me here to die. You don"t believe me now, but I know you"re goin" to find out some time for yourself that I"m tellin" the truth when I say that I"ve been murdered. There"s more ways to kill a man than with a gun. Ignorance and neglect does the trick as well. Tell the boys "much obliged," Dan." He turned his white face to the wall and the tears slipped hot from beneath his lashes.
Dan Treu"s troubled eyes sought Lamb"s, who waited in the hallway.
"He"ll be himself when you come again," said Lamb rea.s.suringly. "We"re doin" everything to git his fever down. Don"t let his talk worry you."
But in spite of Lamb"s confident a.s.surance Dan Treu walked away from the hospital filled with a sense of oppression which lasted throughout the day. The next morning he heard upon the street that they had amputated Billy Duncan"s arm.
"Amputated Billy Duncan"s arm!" The deputy-sheriff kept saying it over and over to himself as he hurried to the hospital. He was shocked; he was filled with a regret that was personal in its poignancy. He knew exactly what such a loss meant to Billy Duncan, who earned his living with his hands and gloried in his strength--independent young Billy Duncan an object of pity in his mutilated manhood! Dan Treu could not entirely realize it yet.
Lamb met him at the hospital door as though he had awaited his coming.
"Blood-poisonin" set in," he began with a haste which seemed due to excitement. "Developed sudden. Had to amputate to save his life. He was willin" enough; he knew it was for the best, his only chance in fact."
Dan Treu was seized with a sudden aversion for Lamb"s shifty, dark-circled eyes, his unconvincing nasal voice.
"Blood-poisonin" set in, you say?" He eyed Lamb steadily.
"His habits, you know, battin" around and all that. Bad blood."
"Bad blood--h.e.l.l!" said Dan Treu sharply. "His blood was as good as yours or mine, and his habits too."
He made to step inside, but Lamb stopped him.
"He hasn"t come out of the ether yet--I"ll let you know when you can see him."
There was nothing more to say, so Dan Treu turned on his heel and walked away, angry, sceptical--without exactly knowing why.
The aversion which Lamb had inspired was still strong within him when he stopped on a street corner to ruminate and incidentally roll a cigarette.
"When he gets close I feel like I do when a wet dog comes out of the crick and is goin" to shake." The deputy felt uncommonly pleased with the simile which so well described his feelings.
Dan Treu did not receive the promised notification that Billy Duncan was in a condition to be seen, which was not strange, since Billy Duncan was dying--dying because a man and woman whose diplomas licensed them to juggle with human life and limb were unable in their ignorance and inexperience to stop the flow of blood. Vital, life-loving, happy-go-lucky Billy Duncan lay limp on his narrow bed in the bare, white room, filled with a great heart-sickness at the uselessness of it, the helpless ignominy of dying like a stuck pig! With a last effort he turned his head upon his pillow and through the window by his bedside watched the colors of the distant foothills change from gold to purple--purple like the shadows of the Big Dark for which he was bound.
And when at last the night shut out the world he loved so well, Billy Duncan coughed--a choking, strangling cough and died alone.
Nell Beecroft learned it first when she brought the soup and prunes which she was pleased to call his supper. She set the tray upon the bed and stood with arms akimbo looking down upon him. The boyish look of him as he lay so still brought the thought home to her for the first time that somewhere in the world there was some one--a mother--a woman like herself who loved young Billy Duncan. She stooped and with rough gentleness brushed a lock of fair hair from his forehead.
"Poor devil!" she murmured.
"He"s dead." She conveyed the news shortly when Lamb came to make his nightly round.
"Who?"
"The kid--Billy Duncan."
Lamb looked startled. It had come sooner than he thought. Recovering himself, he wagged his head and sighed in his pious whine:
"Ah, truly, "the wages of sin is death." Altogether a most unfortunate affair, but no human skill could save him." His voice faltered a little, at the end, for pretence seemed ridiculous beneath Nell Beecroft"s hard eyes, and her unpleasant laugh nettled him as she strode back to the kitchen.
Yes, Billy Duncan was dead--there was no doubt about that--perfectly and safely dead. There was no question of it in Dr. Lamb"s mind when he slipped his hand beneath the pillow and withdrew the $90 which Billy Duncan had so obstinately refused to turn over toward his hospital expenses. Ninety dollars; yes, it was all there; Lamb counted it carefully. Little enough for the trouble and anxiety he had been. The eminent surgeon"s waistcoat bulged with the gift of Billy Duncan"s friends when he closed the door behind him.
A curious stillness came over Dan Treu when Lamb himself brought the news that Billy Duncan was dead. His jaw dropped slightly and he forgot to smoke.
"The shock--his weakened condition--it was to be expected, though we hoped for the best." Lamb found it something of an effort to speak naturally beneath the Deputy-sheriff"s fixed gaze. "But he wanted for nothing. Me and the nurse was with him at the last."
A mist blurred Dan Treu"s eyes and he turned abruptly on his heel.
"Wait a minute! Ahem! there"s one thing more."
The deputy halted.
"You will arrange with the County about his funeral expenses?"
"With the County? Billy Duncan"s no pauper."
"Why ain"t he? I"ve been around and found out he"s got nothin" in the bank."
"You have?" He eyed Lamb for a moment. "Billy Duncan will not be buried by the County," he finished curtly.