“I suppose you won’t have to come again, as she’s going on all right.”
To this the Young Doctor had replied firmly: “Yes, I’m coming out to-morrow. She’s not fit yet to go to Askatoon, and I must see her once again.”
“Oh, keep coming—that’s right, keep coming!” answered the miserly old man, who still was not so miserly that he did not want his young wife blooming. “Coming to-morrow, eh!” he added, with something very like a sneer.
The other had a sudden flash of fury pass through his veins. The old Celtic quickness to resent insult swept over him. The ire of his forefathers waked in him. This outrageous old Caliban, to attempt to sneer at him! For an instant he was Kilkenny let loose, and then the cool, trained brain reasserted its mastery, and he replied:
“If there should be a turn for the worse, send for me to-night—not to-morrow!” And he looked the old man in the eyes with a steady, steelly glance which had nothing to do with the words he had just uttered, but was the challenge of a conquering spirit.
The Young Doctor had acted with an almost uncanny prescience. It was as though he had foreseen that Orlando Giuse would be carried upstairs to a room nearly opposite that of Louise, and laid unconscious on a bed, till he himself should come again that very night and extract a bullet from Orlando’s side; that he would open Orlando’s eyes to consciousness, hear Orlando say, “Where am I?” and note his startled look when told he was at Tralee.
Once during this visit, while making Orlando safe and comfortable, with the help of Li Choo, the Chinaman, and Rada, the half-breed, he had seen Louise for a moment. The old man had gone to the stables, and as he came out of the room where Orlando was, Louise’s door opened softly on him. Dimly, in the half-darkness of her room, in which no light was burning, he saw her. She beckoned to him. Shutting the door of Orlando’s bedroom behind him, he came quickly to her side and said:
“Go to bed at once, young woman. This will not do.”
“I’m not sick now,” she urged. “Say, I really am well again.”
“You must not be well again so soon,” he replied meaningly. “I want you to understand that you must not,” he insisted.