Part 35 (2/2)
Burton there.”
”Will he live?” said Carroll to the doctor in a husky tone.
”Well, he has a chance--a chance now which before he had not; and if he does, you owe it to Mr. Macgregor there.”
”And if he doesn't, I shall owe that to him,” hissed Carroll through his clenched teeth.
For this Shock had no reply.
”I shall go for Mrs. Carroll and the children now,” he said quietly, and pa.s.sed out of the room.
”Carroll,” said the doctor with stern deliberation, ”I have always known you to be a bully, but never before that you were a brute. This man saved your child's life at very considerable danger to his own. And a second time--if the child recovers he has saved his life, for had the operation not been performed today your child would have died, and you would have been arrested for manslaughter.”
”Doctor,” said Carroll, turning upon him, and standing nervous and shaking, ”it is that man or me. The country won't hold us both.”
”Then, Carroll, let me tell you, you had better move out, for that man won't move till he wants to. Why, bless my soul, man, he could grind you up in his hands. And as for nerve--well, I have seen some in my professional career, but never such as his. My advice to you is, do not trifle with him.”
”Blank his sowl! I'll be even wid him,” said Carroll, pouring out a stream of oaths.
”Dad.” The weak voice seemed to pierce through Carroll's curses like a shaft of light through a dark room.
Carroll dropped on his knees by the bedside in a rush of tears.
”Ah, Patsy, my Patsy! Is it your own voice I'm hearin'?”
”Dad, darlin', ye didn't mane it, did ye, dad?”
”What, Patsy?”
”To hit me.”
”Ah, may G.o.d forgive me! but it's meself would sooner die than strike ye.”
The little lad drew a deep breath of content.
”And the big man,” he said. ”He put out his hand over me. Ye didn't hurt him, dad, did ye?”
”No, no, Patsy, darlin',” said the big Irishman, burying his face in the pillow. ”Speak to your dad again wid your lovely voice.”
”Now, Carroll,” said the doctor in a stern whisper. ”That is enough.
Not a word more. Do you want to kill your child?”
Carroll at once with a tremendous effort grew still, stroking the white hand he held in his, and kissing the golden curls that streamed across the pillow, whispering over and over, ”Patsy, darlin'!” till the doctor, hardened as he was to scenes like this, was forced to steal out from the room and leave them together.
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