Isobel : A Romance of the Northern Trail

by James Oliver Curwood

XVII

ISOBEL FACES THE ABYSS

It was not the face of MacVeigh— the old MacVeigh— that Rookie McTabb, the ex-constable, looked into a few moments later. Days of sickness could have laid no heavier hand upon him than had those few minutes in the darkened room of the cabin. His face was white and drawn. There were tense lines at the corners of his mouth and something strange and disquieting in his eyes. McTabb did not see the change until he came out into what remained of the day with little Isobel in his arms. Then he stared.

“That blow got you bad,” he said. “You look sick. Mebbe I’d better stay with you here to-night.”

“No, you hadn’t,” replied Billy, trying to throw off what he knew the other saw. “Take the kid over to the cabin. A night’s sleep and I’ll be as lively as a cat. I’m going to vaccinate her before you go.”

He went into the tent and dug out from his pack the small rubber pouch in which he carried a few medicines and a roll of medicated cotton. In a small bottle there were three vaccine points. He returned with these and the cotton.

“Watch her close,” he said, as he rolled back the child’s sleeve. “I’m going to give you an extra point, and if this doesn’t work by the seventh or eighth day you must do the job over again.”

With the point of his knife he began to work gently on baby Isobel’s tender pink skin. He had expected that she would cry. But she was not frightened, and her big blue eyes followed his movements wonderingly. At last it began to hurt, and her lips quivered. But she made no sound, and as tears welled into her eyes Billy dropped his knife and caught her up close to his breast.

“God bless your dear little heart,” he cried, smothering his face in her silken curls. “You’ve been hurt so much, an’ you’ve froze, an’ you’ve starved, an’ you ain’t never said a word about it since that day up at Fullerton! Little sweetheart—”

McTabb heard him whispering things, and little Isobel’s arms crept tightly about his neck. After a little Billy held her out to him again, and a part of what Rookie had seen in his face was gone.