"All right, Father."
"That"s the stuff!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Croyden, who was standing at the bedside. "You are a genuine Spartan, Theo."
The lad smiled feebly.
"I"ll try to be."
"Of course you will! You are your father"s own boy."
Dr. Swift stooped and touched the drawn forehead with his cool hand.
"I am going to leave you with Mr. Croyden for a few moments while I get some of the things I need," he said in a low tone. "Keep perfectly still and rest a little if you can. There is no need for you to worry. We will have you all fixed up within an hour. It is a clean break--a merciful thing, for we couldn"t take an X-ray of it if we wanted to."
With these words he left the room.
It was some little time before he returned, and in the meanwhile Mr. Croyden sat beside Theo"s bed and talked cheerily.
"Nothing like traveling with your own doctor," he remarked jocosely. "Now if my leg was broken I should have to hire some one in to see it, and it would cost me a pretty penny. But here you are miles from a settlement with your own private physician in attendance. Were you a young prince you could not be more royally cared for. Think of having one of the best New York surgeons at your beck and call here in this wilderness. You are a lucky beggar!"
Theo laughed faintly.
"As for splints--here is a forest of the finest, straightest, and strongest timber. What more can you ask? You couldn"t do things on a grander scale if you were in New York City."
Again Theo smiled.
"Your father will have you comfortable as a cricket before long," went on Mr. Croyden, "and you will be all ready to start back----"
"Start back!" interrupted Theo in distress. "Oh, surely, Mr. Croyden, Father is not going to take me home!"
The older man hesitated.
"Oh, of course I have no way of knowing what your father means to do,"
he protested hastily. "I only imagined that you would be more comfortable at home, and would rather go. There really would not be much point in staying out the month here, would there? You see, you won"t be able to get about, and your father would not like to go off every day and leave you here alone in camp."
"But Father has spent all this money to come into the woods, and he has looked forward to the trip so much!" groaned Theo. "Besides, he is very tired and needs the rest; he told me so. If he takes me back home he will miss it all! He doesn"t want the vacation just for his own fun, but so he can serve our country better if he is needed. I don"t see why we couldn"t stay on here just as we planned, even if I have a broken leg," was Theo"s concluding plea.
"Think how stupid it would be for you to be left in the house alone."
"I shouldn"t care. I could find some way to amuse myself."
"But your father----"
"He could go fishing just as he always does!" exclaimed Theo promptly. "You surely don"t suppose I"d be so selfish as to make him stay in the house just because I had to, do you? You see"--Theo colored and then went on bravely--"this accident was my own fault. Father told me the other day to let that ladder alone--and I didn"t. It serves me right to break my leg. If I had been in Dad"s place I"d have said: _I told you so_. But he didn"t even whisper it. He was just patient and kind as he always is. Can"t you understand now, Mr. Croyden, that I am the one to be punished--not Dad? If we go back home it will be punishing him too, and that wouldn"t be fair, would it?"
"No, not fair at all," admitted Mr. Croyden slowly.
"That is what I think," nodded Theo. "You see, I am the one to suffer."
"If you disobeyed, I guess you are."
"I did disobey."
"Humph! It was a pity."
"I"m sorry; but it is done now," said Theo soberly. "You know how you feel when you"ve done wrong. It"s bad enough anyhow; and it makes you feel a hundred times worse if somebody else gets the blame for what you"ve done--somebody who doesn"t deserve it."
"Yes."
"So, you see, that is why I want you to urge Father to stay on here,"
begged Theo. "Tell him the Maine air will do me good; tell him I"ll get a fine rest keeping still; tell him--oh, tell him _anything_; only don"t let him pack up and go home, and have his whole vacation spoiled. If you"ll just get him to stay, Mr. Croyden, I will promise not to bother, and he can go off every day and fish just as if I weren"t here."
"You are a trump, Theo."
"It--it is only that I think it"s square, sir," faltered Theo.
There was not time for further discussion, for at this juncture the door opened and Dr. Swift, followed by Manuel, entered.
Theo knew the moment for his boasted heroism had come.
He shut his lips tightly, and although the interval of anguish which followed forced the tears from his eyes he made no outcry. But never in his life had he experienced such pain. He did not know there was such pain in all the world.
When it was over and, faint from suffering, he lay languidly back among the pillows, Dr. Swift"s stern face relaxed, and it was then Theo realized for the first time that his father, too, had been bracing himself to meet the ordeal and had also been suffering.
"My poor boy!" was all the Doctor said. "You have borne it like a man! I am proud of you, Theo."
The words were few, but the praise was at that moment very precious.
His father sat with him the remainder of the day, as well as a good part of the night, and during the wakeful hours when the boy tossed to and fro he would have ventured to speak about staying in camp had not Dr. Swift bidden him to be quiet every time he attempted to talk. The next morning, however, after the invalid had been bathed and had his breakfast the Doctor said of his own accord:
"So you think you would be happier to remain here in the woods, Theo, instead of going home."
The lad glanced up in surprise.
"Did Mr. Croyden tell you that?"
Dr. Swift nodded.
"He said you"d like to stay," he returned quickly.
"I should, very much."
"Suppose we call it settled then, and say no more about it. I am sure I have no wish to jolt you over those miles of rough corduroy road if it can be avoided. You seem better this morning. Your fever has gone down, and I see no reason why you should not get on all right from now on."
Theo smiled; then he whispered timidly:
"I just want to tell you I"m sorry I disobeyed you, Father."
His father put out his hand gently and covered the boy"s two with his own.