Won't you give a young fellow in a place like Chicago some credit for that? Can't you get through you what it means?"
Doctor Carey stood frowning in deep thought, but the lines of his face gradually changed.
"I suppose I've got to stomach him," he said.
The nurse came down the gravel path.
"Mr. Langston, Doctor Harmon asked me to call you," she said.
The Harvester arose and went to the sunshine room.
"What does he want, Molly?" asked the doctor.
"Wants to turn over his job," chuckled the nurse. "He held it about seven minutes in peace, and then she began to fret and call for the Harvester. He just sweat blood to pacify her, but he couldn't make it. He tried to hold her, to make love to her, and goodness knows what, but she struggled and cried, `David,' until he had to give it up and send me."
"Molly," said Doctor Carey, "we've known the Harvester a long time, and he is our friend, isn't he?"
"Of course!" said the nurse.
"We know this is the first woman he ever loved, probably ever will, as he is made. Now we don't like this stranger butting in here; we resent it, Molly. We are on the side of our friend, and we want him to win.
I'll grant that this fellow is fine, and that he has done well, but what's the use in tearing up arrangements already made? And so suitable! Now Molly, you are my best nurse, and a good reliable aid in times like this.
I gave you instructions an hour ago. I'll add this to them. YOU ARE ON THE HARVESTER'S SIDE. Do you understand?
In this, and the days to come, you'll have a thousand chances to put in a lick with a sick woman.
Put them in as I tell you."
"Yes, Doctor Carey."
"And Molly! You are something besides my best nurse. You're a smashing pretty girl, and your occupation should make you especially attractive to a young doctor. I'm sure this fellow is all right, so while you are doing your best with your patient for the Harvester, why not have a try for yourself with the doctor? It couldn't do any harm, and it might straighten out matters. Anyway, you think it over."
The nurse studied his face silently for a time, and then she began to laugh softly.
"He is up there doing his best with her," she said.
The doctor threw out his hands in a gesture of disdain, and the nurse laughed again; but her cheeks were pink and her eyes flashing as she returned to duty.
"Random shot, but it might hit something, you never can tell," commented the doctor.
The Harvester entered the Girl's room and stood still.
She was fretting and raising her temperature rapidly.
Before he reached the door his heart gave one great leap at the sound of her voice calling his name. He knew what to do, but he hesitated.
"She seems to have become accustomed to you, and at times does not remember me," said Doctor Harmon. "Ithink you had better take her again until she grows quiet."
The Harvester stepped to the bed and looked the doctor in the eye.
"I am afraid I left out one important feature in our little talk on the bridge," he said. "I neglected to tell you that in your fight for this woman's life and love you have a rival. I am he. She is my wife, and with the last fibre of my being I adore her. If you win, and she wants you to take her away, I will help you; but my heart goes with her forever. If by any chance it should occur that I have been mistaken or misinterpreted her delirium or that she has been deceived and finds she prefers me and Medicine Woods, to you and Chicago, when she has had opportunity to measure us man against man, you must understand that I claim her. So I say to you frankly, take her if you can, but don't imagine that I am passive.
I'll help you if I know she wants you, but I fight you every inch of the way. Only it has got to be square and open. Do you understand?"
"You are certainly sufficiently clear."
"No man who is half a man sees the last chance of happiness go out of his life without putting up the stiffest battle he knows," said the Harvester grimly. "Ruth-girl, you are raising the fever again. You must be quiet."
With infinite tenderness he possessed himself of her hands and began stroking her hair, and in a low and soothing voice the story of the birds, flowers, lake, and woods went on. To keep it from growing monotonous the Harvester branched out and put in everything he knew.
In the days that followed he held a position none could take from him. While the doctors fought the fever, he worked for rest and quiet, and soothed the tortured body as best he could, that the medicines might act.
But the fever was stubborn, and the remedies were slow; and long before the dreaded coming day the doctors and nurse were quietly saying to each other that when the crisis came the heart would fail. There was no vitality to sustain life. But they did not dare tell the Harvester. Day and night he sat beside the maple bed or stretched sleeping a few minutes on the couch while the Girl slept; and with faith never faltering and courage unequalled, he warned them to have their remedies and appliances ready.
"I don't say it's going to be easy," he said. "I just merely state that it must be done. And I'll also mention that, when the hour comes, the man who discovers that he could do something if he had digitalis, or a remedy he should have had ready and has forgotten, that man had better keep out of my sight. Make your preparations now. Talk the case over. Fill your hypodermics. Clean your air pumps. Get your hot-water bottles ready.
Have system. Label your stuff large and set it conveniently.
You see what is coming, be prepared!"
One day, while the Girl lay in a half-drugged, feverish sleep, the Harvester went for a swim. He dressed a little sooner than was expected and in crossing the living-room he heard Doctor Harmon say to Doctor Carey on the veranda, "What are we going to do with him when the end comes?"
The Harvester stepped to the door. "That won't be the question," he said grimly. "It will be what will HE do with us?"
Then, with an almost imperceptible movement, he caught Doctor Harmon at the waist line, and lifted and dangled him as a baby, and then stood him on the floor.
