"Yes," he continued, in answer to the doctor's astonished look, "salvation, as it is called, is a matter of common sense and honesty.""I thought you clergymen preached salvation to be a matter of faith.""Faith, yes.That is the same thing.Common sense, I call it.A man is a fool to think he is beyond help while he has life.A little common sense and honesty is all you want.Now, let us find Carroll.
But, doctor, let my last word to you be this--do not ever say or think what you have said to me to-day, It simply is not true.And Irepeat, the man who can do that sort of thing," pointing to the child lying on the bed, "can do a great deal more.Good things are waiting you.""Oh, Lord God Almighty!" said the doctor, throwing up his hands in the intensity of his emotion."You almost make me think there is some hope.""Don't be a fool, doctor," said Shock in a matter of fact voice.
"You are going to recover your manhood and your reputation.I know it.But as I said before, remember I expect common sense and honesty.""Common sense and honesty," said the doctor as if to himself."No religion.""There you are," said Shock."I did not say that.I did say common sense and honesty.But now, do go and find poor Carroll.He will be in agony.""Oh, a little of it won't hurt him.He is rather an undeveloped specimen," said the doctor, resuming his professional tone.
In a few minutes he returned with Carroll, whose face was contorted with his efforts to seem calm.
"Tell me," he said to Shock."Will the lad live?""The operation is entirely successful, thanks to the skill of Dr.
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 passed 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 God 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.
