Slowly, and with the pungent2 taste of raw brandy in his mouth, Hubert Stane came to himself. The first thing he saw was Helen Yardely's white face bending over him, and the first sound he heard was a cry of sobbing4 gladness.
"Thank God! Thank God!"
He did not understand, and at her cry made an attempt to move. As he did so, sharp pains assailed5 him, and forced a groan6 from his lips.
"Oh!" cried the girl. "You must lie still, Mr. Stane. I am afraid you are rather badly hurt, indeed I thought you were killed. I am going to do what I can for you, now that I know that you are not. Your leg is broken, I think, and you have other injuries, but that is most serious, and I must manage to set it, somehow."
"To set it——" he began, and broke off.
"Yes! I am afraid I shall not prove a very efficient surgeon; but I will do my best. I hold the St. John's Ambulance medal, so you might be worse off," she said, with a wan7 smile.
"Much," he agreed.
"Now that you are conscious I am going to leave you for a few minutes. I must find something that will serve for splints."
Without more ado she departed, taking with her an ax, and presently through the stillness of the forest there reached him the sound of chopping. In spite of his pain he smiled to himself, then after listening for awhile, he began to try and ascertain8 the extent of his injuries for himself. There was a warm trickle9 on his face and he guessed that there was a gash10 somewhere; his body seemed to be one great sore, from which he deducted11 that he was badly bruised12; whilst his leg pained him intolerably. Lying as he was on the flat of his back, he couldn't see the leg, and desiring to do so he made a great effort and sat up. As he did so, he groaned13 heavily, and incontinently fainted.
He was still unconscious when the girl returned, and after one quick look of alarm she nodded to herself. "A faint," she whispered. "Perhaps it is just as well."
With a knife she ripped the breeches leg right up the seam, then with the aid of moss14 and a blanket, together with the rough splints she had cut, she made a shift to set the broken leg. Twice during the operation Stane opened his eyes, groaned heavily, and passed into unconsciousness again.
Helen did not allow these manifestations15 of suffering to deflect16 her from her task. She knew that her unskilled surgery was bound to pain him severely17, and she welcomed the lapses18 into unconsciousness, since they made her task easier. At last she gave a sob3 of relief and stood up to survey her handiwork. The splicing19 and the binding20 looked terribly rough, but she was confident that the fractured ends of bone were in position, and in any case she had done her best.
After that she busied herself with building a fire, and after heating water, washed the wound on Stane's forehead, and carefully examined him for other injuries. There were bruises22 in plenty, but so far as she could discover no broken bones, and when she had satisfied herself on that point, she turned to other tasks.
Cutting a quantity of young spruce-boughs23 she fashioned them into a bed close beside where he lay, and filled all the interstices with springy moss, laying over all a blanket. That done, she turned once more to Stane, to find him with eyes wide open, watching her.
"I have set your leg," she said, in a matter-of-fact voice. "I've done the best I could, though I am afraid it is rather a rough piece of work."
He raised his head slightly, and glanced down at the bandaged limb, then he smiled a trifle wanly24.
"It has a most workmanlike look," he said in a faint voice.
"Now I want to get you on this bed. I ought to have done so before I set your leg. I had forgotten that there was no one to help me lift you on to it. But perhaps we shall be able to manage, though I am afraid it will be a very painful ordeal25 for you. Still it must be done—we can't have you lie upon the ground."
The ordeal was certainly a painful one, but by no means so difficult as the girl had anticipated. Making a sling26 out of the pack ropes, Helen held the injured leg clear of the ground, whilst Stane, using his arms and his other leg, managed to lift himself backward on to his improvised27 couch.
The strain of the effort tried him severely, and he lay for a long time in an exhausted28 condition, with his eyes closed. This was no more than Helen had expected, and she did not let the fact trouble her unduly29. Working methodically she erected30 the little tent in such a position that it covered the injured man's bed; and then prepared a meal of such things as their resources afforded, lacing the coffee she had made with a little brandy.
Stane was too done up to eat much, but he swallowed a fair quantity of coffee, whilst the girl forced herself to eat, having already realized that the welfare of both of them for the time being depended upon her and upon her strength. When the meal was ended, she found his pipe, charged it for him, and procured31 him a light, and with a murmur32 of thanks, Stane began to smoke.
From where he lay, through the open tent-fly, he could see a portion of the windfall barrier which had been the cause of the disaster.
"I thought I was done for," he said as he looked towards the tangled33 trunks. "I slipped and plunged34 right into a sort of crevasse35, didn't I?"
"Yes," answered Helen quietly. "It was a little time before I could find you. There was a kind of den21 made by crossed trunks, and you had slipped between them into it."
"How did you manage to get me out?" he asked, his eyes on the amazing jumble36 of trunks and branches.
"Well," was the reply, given with a little laugh, "as I told you this morning I am fairly strong. But it was a hard task for all that. I had to cut away quite a number of interlacing branches, and hoist37 you out of the crevasse with the pack ropes, then slide you down the deadfall as best I could. It took me a full hour to get you clear of the trees and safely to the ground, and all the time I was oppressed with the thought that you were dead, or would die before I could do anything to recover you. When I got you to the ground, I went through your pack and found the brandy which I saw you place there this morning. The rest you know."
Stane looked at her with eyes that glowed with admiration38. "You make it a little thing," he said gratefully, "but I know what it means. You have saved my life, Miss Yardely."
The girl flushed crimson39, and then laughed a little to hide her embarrassment40. "Oh, as to that—we are quits, Mr. Stane."
"Not quite," he said quietly.
"What do you mean?" she asked quickly.
"Well," he answered, speaking slowly and considering every word, "I am tied here for some time—for weeks certainly. I can't move and I can't be moved. You——"
"I!" she interrupted sharply. "I shall remain here. I shall nurse you. There is nothing else to be done. I could not go forward a mile in this wilderness41 of trees without being lost; and I certainly couldn't find my way back to the river—even if I wanted to."
"But your uncle and friends. They will be looking for you, they will think you are lost."
"There's no help for that," she answered resolutely42. "You will be able to do nothing for yourself. As you said just now you are tied here for weeks; and I am tied with you. There is simply nothing else for it. You were at my service when I needed you, and I am at your service now that you need me. I think that is all that need be said."
"Perhaps some wandering Indian may show up," he said meditatively43. "Then——"
"I shall refuse to leave you before you are well," replied Helen with a little laugh. "You are my patient, Mr. Stane—the very first that I have had the chance of practising on; and you don't suppose I am going to surrender the privilege that fate has given me? No! If my uncle himself showed up at this moment, I should refuse to leave you until I saw how my amateur bone-setting turned out. So there! That is my ultimatum44, sir."
There was an almost merry note in her voice, but there was a note of resolve also; and Stane's gratitude45 and admiration increased. He looked at her with grateful eyes. Her face was rosy46, her eyes were bright with laughter, though they turned away in some confusion as they met his.
"You are a very noble——"
"Oh," she interrupted quickly, her face taking a deeper hue47. "You do not know me yet. You haven't seen me at my worst. You don't know how catty I can feel sometimes. Wait until you do, and then you can deliver judgment48."
She ended with laughter, and rose from her seat as if to leave the tent; seeing which Stane spoke49 quickly.
"Whatever the worst or best of you may be, I am happy to be in your hands!"
"Just wait until I have shown my claws," she said over her shoulder, as she passed outside.
Stane lay quite still with a very thoughtful look in his eyes. Outside he could hear her moving about, singing softly to herself. He caught a line or two, and his memory instantly supplied the rest.
"Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall we see
No enemy,
But winter and rough weather."
He smiled to himself, and a soft look came into his eyes. The girl was making a jest of a situation that would have appalled50 multitudes of her over-civilized sisters, and he marvelled51 at her courage. The glow in his eyes grew brighter as he stared into vacancy52. Some day-dream softened53 the stern lines in his face, and for a few minutes the spell of it held him. Then suddenly he frowned, and a little harsh laugh broke from his lips.
"You fool!" he whispered to himself. "You fool!"
A moment later the girl entered the tent again. In her hand she carried a rather decrepit54 hussif and a hank of strong linen55 thread. She held them down for him to see.
"I am making free with your possessions, Mr. Stane, but there's no help for it. I simply must repair these rags of mine."
He looked at her and noticed for the first time that her blouse was badly torn. Half of one sleeve was ripped away, and there was a long tear through which he caught the gleam of a white shoulder. Her skirt he saw was in no better case. She caught his glance and laughed.
"I'm a perfect Cinderella! It will take me hours to sew up these rents."
"Do you think it is worth while?" he asked with a faint smile. "I'm not much of a tailor myself; and I should look at that job as wasted effort."
"But what else can I do?" she demanded. "I can't get in a taxi and run down to Bond Street on a shopping expedition."
"No," he answered slowly, "but you might look in the pack you carried today. There's a habit there that is better suited to the woods than the one you have."
"Oh!" she cried, her grey eyes alight with laughter, and a little flush in her cheeks. "You brought it along then?"
"I put it in your pack, because I knew that two days of trail in the forest would reduce your present costume to shreds56."
She eyed the hussif distastefully. "I hate sewing," she said. "I think I will leave the repairs till morning. There is no immediate57 hurry that I know of."
"Not at all," he answered with a little smile, and divining that his advice would be accepted he turned to a fresh subject. "Where are you going to sleep? You ought not to have given me the tent."
She waved a hand airily. "Outside. There isn't much room here. Like R. L. S. sleeping out with his donkey I shall discover a new pleasure for myself."
A quick light leaped in Stane's eyes and a smile came on his wan face.
"What are you smiling at?" demanded the girl laughingly. But he did not tell her how his mind had recalled the context of the passage she had referred to, a passage which declared that to live out of doors with the woman a man loves is of all lives the most complete and free. His reply was a mere58 evasion59.
"I am afraid you will find it an exaggerated pleasure, Miss Yardely."
"Then it will be strictly60 for one night only," she said. "Tomorrow I shall build a shack61 of boughs and bark like one I watched an Indian building, down on the Peace river. It will be exhilarating to be architect and builder and tenant62 all in one! But for tonight it is 'God's green caravanserai' for me, and I hope there won't be any trespassers, wolves or bears and such-like beasts."
"There may be mice!" laughed Stane.
"Mice!" A look of mock-horror came on her face. "I'm mortally afraid of mice!"
"And Meeko may pay you a visit."
"The Lord have mercy on me! Who is Meeko?"
"Meeko is the red squirrel. He abounds63 in these woods and his Indian name means the mischief-maker."
"I adore squirrels," laughed Helen.
"Upweekis will be away just now, so he won't disturb you with his screeching64."
"And who may Upweekis be?"
"The lynx! He will have gone to the burned lands after the rabbits for the summer-hunting."
"Anything else on the forest visiting-list?" asked the girl merrily.
She laughed again, and then grew suddenly grave. "But we are talking too much," she said quickly. "There is a little-too-bright colour in your face. I think you had better try to sleep. I shall be just outside the tent, and if there is anything you need you must call me. Good night, Mr. Stane. In spite of the forest folk, I expect I shall sleep like a top."
"Good night, Miss Yardely."
The girl went outside, and after sitting for quite a long time looking in the fire, retired66 to the couch of spruce which she had prepared for herself, and almost instantly fell asleep.
Four hours afterwards she awakened67 suddenly and looked around her. A rosy glow through the trees proclaimed the dawn. The forest was wonderfully still, and there seemed no reason whatever for the sudden awakening68. Then a stream of meaningless babble69 came through the canvas wall of the tent. She sat up instantly, and listened. Plainly, the patient was delirious70, and the sound of his delirious babble must have broken through her sleep. Three minutes later she was inside the tent, her brow puckered71 with anxiety.
Stane lay there with flushed face, and wide-open eyes that glittered with a feverish72 light. He took absolutely no notice of her entrance and it was clear that for the present he was beyond all recognition of her. She looked at him in dismay. For the moment he was quiet, but whilst she still stood wondering what she should do, the delirium73 broke out again, a mere babble of words without meaning, some English, some Indian, in which she found only two that for her had any significance. One was Gerald Ainley's name, and the other the name of the beautiful Indian girl whom she had seen talking with the sick man down at Fort Malsun—Miskodeed.
Her face flushed as she recognized it, and a little look of resentment74 came in her eyes. She remembered what Ainley had hinted at about Stane and Miskodeed, and what others had plainly thought; and as she stood there it seemed almost an offence to her that the name should be mentioned to her even in the unconsciousness of delirium. Then she gave a hard little laugh at herself, and going outside once more, presently returned with water and with a couple of handkerchiefs taken from the sick man's pack.
She poured a few drops between his lips, and then after laving his face, she laid one of the wet handkerchiefs on his brow, renewing it, from time to time, in order to cool his head. After a little time the babble ceased, the restlessness passed away, and his eyes closed in natural slumber75. Seated on the ground, she still watched him, her face the index of troublesome thoughts; but after a little time, she began to nod, her chin dropped to her chest, and she fell into a profound sleep.
"Miss Yardely! Miss Yardely!"
Stane's voice awakened her two hours and a half later. She looked round in some bewilderment, and as her eyes saw his tired, white face, she started up.
"I am afraid I must have fallen asleep," she began hurriedly. "I——"
"Have you been watching me all night?" he asked in a rather weak voice.
"No, not all night," she protested. "I awoke outside a little time ago, and heard you talking deliriously76. I came in the tent to do what I could, and then seated myself to watch. I must have been very tired or——"
"Please, please, Miss Yardely. You must not reproach yourself. I cannot allow it! I blame myself for giving you so much trouble."
"How do you feel?" asked Helen, changing the subject.
"Rather groggy," he replied with a poor attempt at gaiety.
She stretched a hand and took his. The palm was moist.
"Ah," she said. "You feel weak no doubt, but the fever has left you. I will go and attend to the fire and prepare breakfast."
She turned a little abruptly77 and left the tent, and Stane looked after her with frowning eyes. Something had gone wrong. There was an air of aloofness78 and austerity about her that had not been there yesterday, and she had spoken in formal terms that had nothing of the camaraderie79 which had characterized their acquaintance until now. He could not understand it; in no way could he account for it; and he lay there puzzling over the matter and listening to the sound of her movements outside. Never for a single moment did it enter his mind that the daughter of civilization was jealous of that daughter of the wilds whose name he had uttered in the unconsciousness of delirious hours. Nor did it enter the mind of Helen herself. As she recalled the name she had heard on his lips in the night, whilst she busied herself with unaccustomed tasks, the feeling of resentment that was strong within her, to her appeared a natural feeling due to a sense of outraged80 convenances when in reality it had its origin in the strongest and deepest of primal81 passions.
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