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"Send him out, Haines. And be quick about it!" By this time the men were fully roused. One of them came forward. "What do you propose should be done, Doctor?" he inquired. "Are you going to work, McLean?" shouted Craigin furiously. "If not, go and get your time." "We're going to talk this matter over a minute, Mr. Craigin," said McLean quietly. "It's a serious matter.
We can't spare a single man half a day. And more than that, you go talking diphtheria in this camp and you can't hold the men here an hour. It's all I can do to hold them as it is." And Craigin went off into an elaborate course of profanity descriptive of the various characteristics of the men in his employ. "But what is to be done?" asked Haines helplessly. "Send 'em out to the steel.
In your department you are supreme. If you see anything you want, take it. If you don't see it, we will get it for you." On their return to the office they found Dr. Haines in Craigin's room with Maclennan. As they entered they heard Haines' voice saying, "I believe it was a put-up job with Tommy." "It's a blank lie!" roared Craigin.
"Don't go just yet," said McLean to the doctor in a low voice, "we'll get round him." "Oh, he'll not shoot," said Dr. Bailey. "He will. He will. I knew him in Michigan. He'll shoot and he'll kill, too." For a single instant the doctor hesitated. His men were about him waiting his lead. Craigin with his rifle held them all in check. A moment's thought and his decision was taken.
Ah, it's got a twist, that's all. There, that's better." Like a child Craigin submitted to his quick, light touch and sank back in his pillow with a groan of content. Dr. Bailey gave him his medicine and induced him, much against his will, to take some nourishment. "There now, that's all right. To-morrow you'll be sitting up. Now you must be kept quiet."
"Craigin has nothing to do with it. There's a new boss in camp." A look of wrathful amazement crossed Maclennan's countenance. Haines was beginning to enjoy himself. "A new boss? What do you mean?" "What I say. A young fellow calling himself Dr. Bailey came into this camp three days ago, raised the biggest kind of a row, laid up Craigin with a broken head, and took charge of the camp."
For answer Craigin, in mad rage, throwing aside all regard for consequences, rushed at him, but half a dozen men were in his path before he had taken the second step. "Hold on, Mr. Craigin," said McLean, "we want no violence. We're going to do what we think right in this matter, so you may as well make up your mind to it." "And Mr.
The foreman, Craigin, was a man from "across the line," skilled in railroad building, selected chiefly because of his reputation as a "driver." He was a man of great physical force and indomitable will, and gifted in large measure with the power of command. He knew his business thoroughly and knew just how to get the most out of the machinery and men at his command.
"You had a most difficult situation to deal with and you handled it like a general." "I quite agree with you," said Maclennan, shaking Dr. Bailey warmly by the hand. "The measures were somewhat drastic, but something had to be done. Go right on, Doctor. When Craigin is on his feet again we'll send him out." "Mr. Craigin will be quite fit to work in a day or so.
He went into the office and returned in a moment with a Winchester, which he loaded in full view of the men. "Never mind him, boys," said the doctor cheerily, "I'm going to have breakfast. Come, Tommy, I want you." In fifteen minutes he came out, with the key of the storehouse in his hand, to find the men still waiting his orders and Craigin on guard with his Winchester.
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