He walked away from Graham to the far end of the porch.
"She had the grit, she had the grit," he muttered to himself with quivering lips. "Poor kid. She couldn"t decide between the two, and so she solved it this way."
The noise of the racing machine drew him and Graham together, and together they entered the room to wait for the doctor. Graham betrayed unrest, reluctant to go, yet feeling that he must.
"Please stay on, Evan," d.i.c.k told him. "She liked you much, and if she does open her eyes she"ll be glad to see you."
d.i.c.k and Graham stood apart from Paula while Doctor Robinson made his examination. When he arose with an air of finality, d.i.c.k looked his question. Robinson shook his head.
"Nothing to be done," he said. "It is a matter of hours, maybe of minutes." He hesitated, studying d.i.c.k"s face for a moment. "I can ease her off if you say the word. She might possibly recover consciousness and suffer for a s.p.a.ce."
d.i.c.k took a turn down the room and back, and when he spoke it was to Graham.
"Why not let her live again, brief as the time may be? The pain is immaterial. It will have its inevitable quick anodyne. It is what I would wish, what you would wish. She loved life, every moment of it.
Why should we deny her any of the little left her?"
Graham bent his head in agreement, and d.i.c.k turned to the doctor.
"Perhaps you can stir her, stimulate her, to a return of consciousness.
If you can, do so. And if the pain proves too severe, then you can ease her."
When her eyes fluttered open, d.i.c.k nodded Graham up beside him. At first bewilderment was all she betrayed, then her eyes focused first on d.i.c.k"s face, then on Graham"s, and, with recognition, her lips parted in a pitiful smile.
"I... I thought at first that I was dead," she said.
But quickly another thought was in her mind, and d.i.c.k divined it in her eyes as they searched him. The question was if he knew it was no accident. He gave no sign. She had planned it so, and she must pa.s.s believing it so.
"I... was... wrong," she said. She spoke slowly, faintly, in evident pain, with a pause for strength of utterance between each word. "I was always so c.o.c.ksure I"d never have an accident, and look what I"ve gone and done."
"It"s a darn shame," d.i.c.k said, sympathetically. "What was it? A jam?"
She nodded, and again her lips parted in the pitiful brave smile as she said whimsically: "Oh, d.i.c.k, go call the neighbors in and show them what little Paula"s din.
"How serious is it?" she asked. "Be honest, Red Cloud, you know _me,"_ she added, after the briefest of pauses in which d.i.c.k had not replied.
He shook his head.
"How long?" she queried.
"Not long," came his answer. "You can ease off any time."
"You mean...?" She glanced aside curiously at the doctor and back to d.i.c.k, who nodded.
"It"s only what I should have expected from you, Red Cloud," she murmured gratefully. "But is Doctor Robinson game for it?"
The doctor stepped around so that she could see him, and nodded.
"Thank you, doctor. And remember, I am to say when."
"Is there much pain?" d.i.c.k queried.
Her eyes were wide and brave and dreadful, and her lips quivered for the moment ere she replied, "Not much, but dreadful, quite dreadful. I won"t care to stand it very long. I"ll say when."
Once more the smile on her lips announced a whimsey.
"Life is queer, most queer, isn"t it? And do you know, I want to go out with love-songs in my ears. You first, Evan, sing the "Gypsy Trail."--Why, I was singing it with you less than an hour ago. Think of it! Do, Evan, please."
Graham looked to d.i.c.k for permission, and d.i.c.k gave it with his eyes.
"Oh, and sing it robustly, gladly, madly, just as a womaning Gypsy man should sing it," she urged. "And stand back there, so, where I can see you."
And while Graham sang the whole song through to its:
"The heart of a man to the heart of a maid, light of my tents be fleet, Morning waits at the end of the world and the world is all at our feet,"
Oh My, immobile-faced, a statue, stood in the far doorway awaiting commands. Oh Dear, grief-stricken, stood at her mistress"s head, no longer wringing her hands, but holding them so tightly clasped that the finger-tips and nails showed white. To the rear, at Paula"s dressing table, Doctor Robinson noiselessly dissolved in a gla.s.s the anodyne pellets and filled his hypodermic.
When Graham had finished, Paula thanked him with her eyes, closed them, and lay still for a s.p.a.ce.
"And now, Red Cloud," she said when next she opened them, "the song of Ai-kut, and of the Dew-Woman, the Lush-Woman. Stand where Evan did, so that I can see you well."
And d.i.c.k chanted:
"I am Ai-kut, the first man of the Nishinam. Ai-kut is the short for Adam, and my father and my mother were the coyote and the moon. And this is Yo-to-to-wi, my wife. Yo-to-to-wi is the short for Eve. She is the first woman of the Nishinam.
"Me, I am Ai-kut. This is my dew of women. This is my honey-dew of women. Her father and her mother were the Sierra dawn and the summer east wind of the mountains. Together they conspired, and from the air and earth they sweated all sweetness till in a mist of their own love the leaves of the chaparral and the manzanita were dewed with the honey dew.
"Yo-to-to-wi is my honey-dew woman. Hear me! I am Ai-kut! Yo-to-to-wi is my quail-woman, my deer-woman, my lush-woman of all soft rain and fat soil. She was born of the thin starlight and the brittle dawn-light, in the morning of the world, and she is the one woman of all women to me."
Again, with closed eyes, she lay silent for a while. Once she attempted to draw a deeper breath, which caused her to cough slightly several times.
"Try not to cough," d.i.c.k said.
They could see her brows contract with the effort of will to control the irritating tickle that might precipitate a paroxysm.
"Oh Dear, come around where I can see you," she said, when she opened her eyes.
The Chinese girl obeyed, moving blindly, so that Robinson, with a hand on her arm, was compelled to guide her.
"Good-by, Oh Dear. You"ve been very good to me always. And sometimes, maybe, I have not been good to you. I am sorry. Remember, Mr. Forrest will always be your father and your mother.... And all my jade is yours."
She closed her eyes in token that the brief audience was over.
Again she was vexed by the tickling cough that threatened to grow more p.r.o.nounced.
"I am ready, d.i.c.k," she said faintly, still with closed eyes. "I want to make my sleepy, sleepy noise. Is the doctor ready? Come closer. Hold my hand like you did before in the little death."