"He was bound to go himself. We didn't send him. Anyway, it's none of YOUR business. Look here, Haines, you know me. I'm not going to have any of this blank nonsense of isolation hospitals and all that blankety blank rot. Dose 'em up good and send 'em out."
Dr. Haines stood silent, too evidently afraid of the foreman.
"Mr. Craigin, it would be murder," said Dr. Bailey, "sure murder.
Some of them might get through. Some would be sure to die. The consequences to those responsible--to Dr. Haines, for instance--would be serious. I am quite sure he will never give orders that these men should be moved."
"He won't, eh? You just wait till you see him do it. Haines will give the orders right enough." Craigin's laugh was like the growl of a bear. "There's a reason, ain't there, Haines? Now you hear me. Those men are going out to-day, and so are you, you blank, blank interferin' skunk."
Dr. Bailey smiled sweetly at Craigin. "You may call me what you please just now, Mr. Craigin. Before the day is over you won't have enough names left. For I tell you that these men suffering from diphtheria are going to stay here, and are going to be properly cared for."
Craigin was white. That this young pale-faced stranger should presume to come into his domain, where his word was wont to run as absolute law, filled him with rage unspeakable. But there were serious issues at stake, and with a supreme effort he controlled the passionate longing to spring upon this upstart and throttle him. He turned sharply to Haines.
"Dr. Haines, you think these men can go out to-day?"
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 turned to Tommy, who was standing near with half a dozen men who had just come out from breakfast. "Here you, Tommy, get a couple of teams ready and all the buffalo robes you need and be ready to start in an hour. Do you hear?"
"I do," said Tommy, turning slowly away.
"Tommy," called Dr. Bailey in a sharp, clear tone, "you took a man out from this camp yesterday. 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! 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. They ought to be isolated to prevent the spread of the disease, and they ought to be cared for at once. The foreman proposes to send them out. One went out yesterday. He died last night. If these men go out to-day some of them will die, and it will be murder. What do you say? Will you let them go?" 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."
"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 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.
"Build a camp where the sick men can be placed by themselves and where they can be kept from infecting the rest of the camp. Half a day's work of a dozen men will do it. If we send them out some of them will die. Besides, it is almost certain that some more of you have already been infected."
At once eager discussion began. Some, in dread terror of the disease, were for sending out the sick immediately, but the majority would not listen to this inhuman proposal. Finally McLean came again to Dr. Bailey.
"The men want to know if you can guarantee that the disease can be stamped out here if you have a separate camp for an hospital?"
