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A wrathful murmur ran through the crowd, which was being rapidly increased every moment by others coming from breakfast. "Get to your work, you fellows, or get your time!" shouted Craigin, pouring out oaths. "And you," turning toward Dr. Bailey, "get out of this camp." "I am here in consultation with Dr. Haines," replied Dr. Bailey. "He has asked my advice, and I am giving it."
As they drove into the camp they were met by Narcisse, the cook. "Bo' jour, M'sieu Maclenn'. You want something for hit?" "Good-day, cook," said Maclennan. "Yes, we'll take a cup of tea in a few minutes. I want to see Mr. Craigin." Narcisse drew near Maclennan and in subdued voice announced, "M'sieu Craigin, he's not ver' well. He's hurt hisself. He's lie on bed."
Maclennan shook hands with him with a cold "How are you," and introduced him to Mr. Fahey. "Is Mr. Craigin ill?" inquired Fahey innocently. "He has met with a slight accident," replied the doctor. "He is doing well and will be about in a day or two." "Accident?" snorted Maclennan; then clearing his throat as for a speech he began in a loud tone, "Dr. Bailey, I must say "
He himself was an untiring worker, and no man on the line could get a bigger day out of his force than could Craigin. His men he treated as part of his equipment. He believed in what was called his "scrap-heap policy." When any part of the machinery ceased to do first-class work it was at once discarded, and, as with the machinery, so it was with the men.
Immediately a shot rang out and Craigin fell to the snow, the smoking rifle dropping from his hand. "Begob, I niver played baseball," cried Tommy, rushing in and seizing the rifle, "but many's the time I've had the divarsion in the streets av Dublin of bringin' down the polismen wid a brick." A heavy horseshoe, heaved with sure aim, had saved the doctor's life.
"I seen him shtand by Scotty whin the lad wus fightin' fer his life, an' if I'm tuk it's him I want beside me." One by one McLean called his men, each taking his place beside the doctor, while the rest of the men moved off to work. "Mr. Craigin, I am going to use these men for half a day." said Dr. Bailey.
The line ran straight through a muskeg out of which the bottom seemed to have dropped, and Maclennan himself, with his foreman, Craigin, was almost in despair. For every day they were held back by the muskeg meant a serious reduction in the profits of Maclennan's contract.
Do what I tell you! And the rest of you men, what are you gawkin' at here? Get to work!" The men gave back, and some began to move away. Dr. Bailey walked quickly past Craigin into the midst of the group. "Men, I want to say something to you." His voice commanded their instant attention. "There are half a dozen of your comrades in this camp sick with diphtheria. I came up here to help.
Haines hesitated. "You understand me, Haines; these men go out or " Haines was evidently in some horrible dread of the foreman. A moment more he paused and then surrendered. "Oh, hang it, Bailey, I don't think they're so terribly ill. I guess they can go out." "Dr. Haines," said Craigin, "is that your decision?" "Yes, I think so." "All right," said Craigin, with a triumphant sneer.
He stepped toward Craigin and said in a clear voice, "Mr. Craigin, these stores are necessary to save these men's lives. I want them and I'm going to take them. Murder me, if you like." "Hear me, men." Craigin's voice was cold and deliberate. "These stores are in my charge. I am an officer of the law. If any man lays his hand on that latch I'll shoot him, so help me God." "Hear me, Mr.
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