As a result of Lola’s insistence, the two emaciated boys lay that night
in the cottage, still very sick, but in competent hands.
The Redmonds had to learn everything in life by experience and their
knowledge of all human ills was derived from that same source.
All through that night Mr. Wilde, Billy and the two emergency nurses
waited anxiously for the delirious chatter to stop--to hear the
gratifying sound of slow yet steady breathing that means normal sleep.
And their waiting was not in vain.
Many days passed before Westy and Rip were able to recognize their
surroundings and friends. And then their recovery was rapid.
Then came the day when Mrs. Redmond propped them up a little on their
cots to watch the sunset. Their open windows overlooked the ledge and
deep ravine below.
There once again Westy watched the huge red ball slowly disintegrate
until the blue background and fleecy clouds became obliterated as it
dropped behind the mountain opposite, leaving the vast ethereal spaces a
mass of crimson-purple fire and the western heavens a sphere apart.
Even this, thought Westy, cannot last. This rainbow spectacle so vast
and commanding in its great beauty must also pay homage to the law of
gravitation, withdrawing its place in the scheme of things and making
way for the somber shadows of twilight.
Everything was silent in this quiet hour but the brook. It sounded
loudest in the twilight and tinkled its silvery way over the rocks and
into the chasm below.
“Rip, that mountain over there--”
“Yes?”
“The world. Reality! It’s horrible and real. I’d rather live in my
imagination here--after facing those real things again, wouldn’t you?”
“You bet!”
“To be drowning, to be hungry and thirsty and cold--that’s real! It’s
then we know what life really is, eh? No make-believe about that. You
almost hate everything you’ve loved before. I mean the sun when you’re
thirsty, the night and the rain that keep you back from finding your way
and the barren earth that won’t yield you nourishment. That’s real and
it won’t do a thing for you. You’re just left to make or break with two
hands and two feet, no matter how helpless Nature has made you. Am I
right?”
“What? You ask me that? After this, Wes, I’m willing to learn from
you--not give my paltry opinion on anything.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Mr. Wilde said as he and Billy came into the
room. “You’ve learned a pretty dear lesson, I guess.”
“Oh, we all make mistakes,” Westy defended him.
“I can’t see that you have, Westy. If you have they’ve been good ones,”
Mr. Wilde reminded.
“We’re here now, aren’t we?” Rip said, hoping the matter would forthwith
be a closed incident. “Westy got me back all right, so that’s all there
is to it!”
“Yes, thanks to Westy,” his uncle said. “But I failed to see how you
intended making we modern pikers sit up and take notice!”
Billy laughed. “Not from what I saw of him on Westy’s shoulder that day.
He wasn’t even able to sit up and take notice himself!”