Mr. Wirt lay very still. Freddy never remembered seeing any one quite so still before. Even his breathing had grown quiet, and the rise and fall of the broad breast was the only sign of life in the otherwise motionless figure. All around him was very still, too. Freddy could hear the plash of the waves on the beach, the rustle1 of the wind through the dwarf2 trees, the whir of wings as some sea bird took its swift flight above the broken roof. But within there was a solemn hush3, that to the small watcher seemed quite appalling4.
Roy, as the other dog was named on his collar, dozed5 at his master's feet. Rex kept his place at Freddy's side, as if conscious of his responsibilities; and for a time that seemed quite interminable, all were silent. Freddy found himself studying the big man's pale face with fearsome interest. How very pale it was! And the rough growth of beard that hid mouth and chin made it seem paler still. But the nose was straight and smooth as Freddy's own. The silver-streaked hair fell in soft waves over a broad handsome brow. And there was a white scar on the left temple, that throbbed6 with the low breathing. Somehow, that scar held Freddy's eye. Surely he had seen a V shaped scar like it before, where or when he could not think; perhaps on one of the big football players at St. Andrew's.
"Ah, if good Brother Tim were only here now!" thought Freddy hopelessly, as the picture of the spotless stretch of infirmary arose before him. The rows of white beds so safe and soft; the kind old face bending over the fevered pillows; Old Top waving his friendly shadow in the sunlit window; the Angelus chiming from the great bell tower; the merry shouts of the ball players on the green below,--all these memories were in dire7 contrast indeed to the present scene.
If Dan would only come back! But he wouldn't--he couldn't--for hours. And maybe this big, strange man might die while he was gone,--die with only a little boy beside him,--a little boy to help him, to pray for him. Freddy's thoughts grew more and more solemn and awesome8. People always prayed by dying beds, he knew. Oh, if Dan would only come with a doctor and perhaps a priest! For Freddy felt that big men who wandered around the world with dogs and guns were likely to need higher spiritual ministrations than a small boy could give. In the meanwhile he would do his best; and, drawing out his silver-mounted rosary, he began to say his beads9.
And perhaps, as the young watcher had been an early riser this morning, he was nodding a little over his decades when a sudden movement of his patient roused him. Mr. Wirt was awake, his eyes fixed10 steadily11 on Freddy's face.
"Still here," he murmured,--"still here? Boy,--little boy! Are you real or a death dream?"
It was a startling question; but Freddy had learned something of fever vagaries12 during the measles13, when even some of the Seniors had lost their heads.
"Oh, I'm real!" he answered cheerfully. "I'm a real boy all right. I'm Freddy Neville, from St. Andrew's College--"
"My God!" burst in a low cry from the pale lips.
"Yes," said Freddy. "It's time for you to say that,--to say your prayers, I mean; because--because--you're very sick, and when people are very sick, you know, they--sometimes they die."
"Die!" was the hoarse14 echo. "Aye, die as I have lived,--in darkness, despair! Lost--lost--lost!"
"Oh, no, no, no!" Boy as he was, Freddy felt his young heart thrill at the cry. "You're not lost yet. You're never lost while you live. You can always say an act of contrition15, you know, and--and--" Freddy's voice faltered16, for the role of spiritual adviser17 was a new one; but he had not gone through the big Catechism last year without learning a young Catholic Christian's obligations. "Would--would you like me to say an act of contrition for you?" he asked.
There was no answer save in the strange softening18 of the eyes fixed upon the boyish face. And, feeling that his patient was too far gone for speech, Freddy dropped on his knees, and in a sweet, trembling tone repeated the brief, blessed words of sorrow for sin, the plea for pardon, the promise of amendment19. It had been a long, long time since those familiar words had fallen on his listener's ears; a longer time since they had reached his heart. For years he had believed nothing, hoped nothing, feared nothing. Life had been to him a dull blank, broken only by reckless adventure; death, the end of all. But for three days and nights he had lain helpless, fever-smitten, stricken down in all his proud strength in this wilderness20, with no friends but his dogs, no home but the ruined hut into which he had crawled for shelter, no human aid within reach or call. The derelict, as he had called himself to Dan, had drifted on the rocks beyond hope and help, as derelicts must. And in those three days and nights he had realized that for him there was no light in sea or sky,--that all was darkness forever.
And then young voices had broken in upon the black silence; and, opening his eyes, closed on hideous21 fever dreams, he had seen Freddy,--Freddy, who was not a dream; Freddy, who was kneeling by his side, whispering sweet, forgotten words of peace and hope and pardon; Freddy--Freddy--he could not speak, there was such a stirring in the depths of his heart and soul. He could only stretch out his weak, trembling hand, that Freddy met with a warm, boyish grip.
"Oh, I'm here yet!" he said, thinking his patient needed the reassurance22. "I'm staying here right by you, to say prayers, or get water or anything you want. Dan left me here to take care of you. He has gone for the doctor; and if you just hold on till they get here, why, maybe--maybe--they'll pull you through all right. Gee23 whilikins!" exclaimed Freddy, as the sick man suddenly started up from his rude pillow. "You mustn't do that!"
"I must--I must!" was the hoarse reply; and Freddy was caught in a wild, passionate24 clasp to his patient's heart. "Dying or living, I must claim you, hold you, my boy,--my own little son,--little Boy Blue!" The voice sank to a low, trembling whisper. "Little Boy Blue, don't you know your own daddy?"
And Freddy, who had been struggling wildly in what he believed to be a delirious25 grasp, suddenly grew still. "Little Boy Blue,"--it was the nursery name of long ago,--the name that only the dad of those days knew,--the name that even Brother Bart had never heard. It brought back blazing fire, and cushioned rocker, and the clasp of strong arms around his little white-robed form, and a deep, merry voice in his baby ear: "Little Boy Blue."
Freddy lifted a frightened, bewildered little face. The eyes,--softened now with brimming tears; the straight nose like his own, the waving hair, the scar he had so often pressed with baby fingers,--ah, he remembered,--little Boy Blue remembered! It was as if a curtain were snatched from a far past that had been only dimly outlined until now.
"My daddy,--my daddy,--my own dear daddy!" he cried, flinging his arms about the sick man's neck. "Oh, don't die,--don't die!"
For, weak and exhausted26 by his outburst of emotion, the father had fallen back upon his pillow, gasping27 for breath, the sweat standing28 out in great beads on his brow, his hand clutching Freddy's own in what seemed a death clasp.
And now Freddy prayed indeed,--prayed as never in all his young life he had prayed before,--prayed from the depths of his tender, innocent heart, in words all his own.
"O God, Father in heaven, spare my dear daddy! He has been lost so long! Oh, do not let me lose him again! Save him for his little boy,--save him, spare him!"
Without, the sky had darkened, the wind moaned, the waves swelled29 white-capped against the low shore. The August storm was rising against Last Island in swift wrath30; but, wrestling in passionate fervor31 for the life that had suddenly become so precious to him, Freddy did not hear or heed32. The dogs started out into the open. Father and son were alone in the gathering33 gloom.
Through what he believed the throes of his death agony, the sick man caught the sweet, faltering34 words: "O dear Lord, have mercy on my dear father! Let him live, and we will bless and thank You all the rest of our lives. He has been lost so long, but now he has come back. Oh, try to say it with me, daddy: you have come back to be good,--to live good and live right forever!"
And then, even while Freddy prayed, the storm burst upon Last Island. And such a storm! It seemed as if the derelict lying there had roused wind and wave into destructive fury against the friendly outpost that sheltered him. Last Island had been abandoned on account of its perilous35 exposure; and its beacon37 light, shattered again and again by fierce ocean gales38, was transferred to a safer shore.
"It's a-washing away fast," old Neb had informed Dan when they had drifted by the low-lying shore. "Some of these days a big storm will gulp40 it down for good."
And truly the roaring sea seemed to rush upon it in hungry rage to-day. The dogs came in crouching41 and whining42 to their master; while the wind shrieked43 and whistled, and the foaming44 breakers thundered higher and higher upon the unprotected shore.
"O Dan, Dan!" thought Freddy hopelessly, as the storm beat through the broken walls and roof. "Dan will never get here now,--never!"
But, though his heart was quailing45 within him, Brother Bart's laddie was no weakling: he stood bravely to his post, bathing his father's head and hands, wetting the dry, muttering lips, soothing46 him with tender words and soft caresses,--"daddy, my own dear daddy, it is your little boy that is with you,--your own little Boy Blue! You will be better soon, daddy." And then through the roar and rage of the storm would rise the boyish voice pleading to God for help and mercy.
And the innocent prayer seemed to prevail. The sick man's labored47 breathing grew easier, the drawn48 features relaxed, the blood came into the livid lips; and, with the long-drawn sigh of one exhausted by his struggle for life, Freddy's patient sank into a heavy sleep; while his little Boy Blue watched on, through terrors that would have tried stronger souls than Brother Bart's laddie. For all the powers of earth and air and sea seemed loosened for battle. The winds rose into madder fury; the rain swept down in blinding floods; forked tongues of fire leaped from the black clouds that thundered back to the rolling waves.
The dogs crouched49, whimpering and shivering, at Freddy's side. Whether daddy was alive or dead he could not tell. He could only keep close to him, trembling and praying, and feeling that all this horror of darkness could not be real: that he would waken in a moment,--waken as he had sometimes wakened in St. Andrew's, with Brother Bart's kind voice in his ear telling him it was all a dream,--an awful dream.
And then blaze and crash and roar would send poor little Boy Blue shivering to his knees, realizing that it was all true: that he was indeed here on this far-off ocean isle50, beyond all help and reach of man, with daddy dying,--dead beside him. He had closed the door as best he could with its rusted51 bolt; but the wind kept tearing at it madly, shaking the rotten timbers until they suddenly gave way, with rattle52 and crash that were too much for the brave little watcher's nerves. He flung his arms about his father in horror he could no longer control.
"Daddy, daddy!" he cried desperately53. "Wake up,--wake up! Daddy, speak to me and tell me you're not dead!"
And daddy started into consciousness at the piteous cry, to find his little Boy Blue clinging to him in wild affright, while wind and wave burst into their wretched shelter,--wind and wave! Surging, foaming, sweeping54 over beach and bramble and briar growth that guarded the low shore, rising higher and higher each moment before the furious goad55 of the gale39, came the white-capped breakers!
"Oh, the water is coming in on us! Poor daddy, poor daddy, you'll get wet!"
And then daddy, wild wanderer that he had been over sea and land, roused to the peril36, his dulled brain quickening into life.
"The gun,--my gun!" he said hoarsely56. "It is loaded, Freddy. Lift it up here within reach of my hand."
"O daddy, daddy, what are you going to do?" cried Freddy in new alarm.
"Shoot,--shoot! Signal for help. There is a life-saving station not far away. There, hold the gun closer now,--closer!"
And the trembling hand pulled the trigger, and its sharp call for help went out again and again into the storm.
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