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A sick man was a nuisance in the camp and must be got rid of with all possible speed. Craigin had little faith in human nature, and when a man fell ill his first impulse was to suspect him of malingering, and hence the standing order of the camp in regard to a sick man was that he should get to work or be sent out of the camp.
Mockingly the little cool vines crept in about the window-sills and over the imprisoning panes, as if to taunt the victims who were caught in the death-trap. "At any rate, if we die you'll die too!" cried Katie Craigin, shaking her fist at the long green tendrils that swept across the window nearest her machine. "Oh, you! You'll burn to a crisp at the roots! You'll wither up an' die.
Craigin," replied Dr. Bailey. "I'm here in consultation with Dr. Haines, who has turned over this matter to my charge. In a case of this kind the doctor's orders are supreme. This whole camp is under his authority. These stores are necessary, and I am going to get them." He well knew the weak spot in his position, but he counted on Craigin's nerve breaking down. In that, however, he was mistaken.
Tell the men here what happened." "Sure, they all know it," said Tommy, who had already told the story of poor Scotty's death and of the doctor's efforts to save him. "An' it's a fine bhoy he wuz, poor Scotty, an' niver a groan out av him all the way down, an' not able to swally a taste whin I gave it to him." Craigin sprang toward Tommy in a fury. "Here you blank, blank, blank!
Funny thing, too, when he's fighting some sickness or busy he's all right, but when things get quiet he hits the green table hard. He's a wonder at poker, they say." The General Manager pricked up his ears. "Poker, eh? I'll remember that." "But this here business is going too far," continued Maclennan. "I didn't hire him to run my camps. Well, we'll see what Craigin has to say."
Faith, it's not beautiful that Craigin calls it, fer ivery thaw the bottom goes clane out av it till ye can't git round fer mud an' the dump fallin' through to the antipods," replied Tom. "Yes, but up on this flat here, Tommy, under the big pines, that would be a fine spot for the camp." "It wud that same. Bad luck to the man who set it where it is."
At this point Craigin came out. "Here's your time, McLean," he said, thrusting a time check at him. McLean took it without a word and went over and stood by Dr. Bailey's side. "Who are coming?" called out McLean. "All of us," cried a voice. "Pick out your men, McLean." "All right," said McLean, looking over the crowd. "I'm wan," said Tommy, running over to the doctor's side.
We are all concerned in it, and we'll decide in a few minutes what is to be done." "Every man who is not at work in five minutes will get his time," said Craigin, and he turned away and passed into the office. "What do you propose should be done, Doctor?" said McLean, ignoring the foreman.
Without haste, but without hesitation, he walked toward the storehouse door. When three paces from it Craigin's voice arrested him. "Hold on there! Put your hand on that door and, as God lives, you're a dead man!" Without a word the doctor turned again toward the door. The men with varying cries rushed toward the foreman. Craigin threw up his rifle.
Just outside the door they met the foreman. "This is Dr. Bailey, Mr. Craigin." Craigin growled out a salutation. "Dr. Bailey here says these sick men have diphtheria." "How does he know?" inquired Craigin shortly. "He has examined them this morning." "Have you?" "No, not yet." "Then you don't know they have diphtheria?" "No," replied Haines weakly. "These men have diphtheria, Mr.
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