The doctor passed out, went toward the office, knocked at the door, and, getting no response, opened it and walked in.
"Be the powers, Narcisse!" cried Tommy, as the cook stood looking after the doctor, "it's little I iver thought I'd pity that baste, but Hivin save him now! He'll be thinkin' the divil's come fer him. An' begob, he'll be wishin' it wuz before he's through wid him."
But Dr. Bailey was careful to observe all the rules that the punctilious etiquette of the profession demanded. He found Dr.
Haines sleeping heavily in his clothes. He had had a bad night.
He was uneasy at the outbreak of sickness in his camp, and more especially was he seized with an anxious foreboding in regard to the sick man who had been sent out the day before. Besides this, the foreman had cursed him for a drunken fool in the presence of the whole camp with such vigour and directness that he had found it necessary to sooth his ruffled feelings with large and frequent doses of stimulant brought into the camp for strictly medical purposes. With difficulty he was roused from his slumber. When fully awake he was aware of a young man with a very pale and very stern face standing over him. Without preliminary Dr. Bailey began:
"Dr. Haines, you have some very sick men in this camp."
"Who the deuce are you?" replied Haines, staring up at him.
"They call me Dr. Bailey. I have come in from along the line."
"Dr. Bailey?" said Haines, sitting up. "Oh, I've heard of you."
His tone indicated a report none too favourable. In fact, it was his special chum and confrere who had been ejected from his position in the Gap camp through Dr. Bailey's vigorous measures.
"You have some very sick men in the camp," repeated Dr. Bailey, his voice sharp and stern.
"Oh, a little tonsilitis," replied Haines in an indifferent tone.
"Diphtheria," said Bailey shortly.
"Diphtheria be hanged!" replied Haines insolently; "I examined them carefully last night."
"They have diphtheria this morning. I have just taken the liberty of looking into their throats."
"The deuce you have! I like your impudence! Who sent you in here to interfere with my practice, young man? Where did you get your professional manners?" Dr. Haines was the older man and resented the intrusion of this smooth-faced young stranger, who added to the crime of his youth that of being guilty of a serious breach of professional etiquette.
"I ought to apologize for looking at your patients," said Dr.
Bailey. "I came in thinking I might be of some assistance in dealing with this outbreak of diphtheria, and I was naturally anxious to see--"
"Diphtheria!" blurted Haines. "Nothing of the sort."
"Dr. Haines, the man you sent out last night had it."
"HAD it?"
"He died an hour after arriving at No. 1."
"Dead? Cursed fool! He WOULD go against my will."
"Against your will? Would you let a man in the last stages of diphtheria leave this camp against your will with the company's team?"
"Well, I knew he shouldn't go. But he wanted to go himself, and the foreman would have him out."
"There are at least four men going about the camp--they are now in the cook-house where the breakfast is being prepared--who are suffering from a severe attack of diphtheria."
"What do you propose? What can I do in this cursed hole?" said Dr.
Haines petulantly. "No appliances, no means of isolation, no nurses, nothing. Beside, I have half a dozen camps to look after.
What can I do?"
"Do you ask me?" The scorn in the voice was only too apparent.
"Isolate the infected at least."
Haines swore deeply to himself while, with trembling hand, he poured out a cupful of whiskey from a bottle standing on a convenient shelf. "Isolate? How can I isolate? There's no building in which--"
"Make one."
"Make one? Young man, do you know what you are talking about? Do you know where you are? Do you know who is running this camp?"
"No. But I do know that these men must be isolated within an hour."
"Impossible! I tell you it is impossible!"
"Dr. Haines, an inquest upon the man sent out from this camp last night would result in the verdict of manslaughter. There was no inquest. There will be on the next man that dies if there is any neglect."
The seriousness of the situation began to dawn upon Haines.
"Well," he said, "if you think you can isolate them, go ahead.
I'll see the foreman."
"Every minute is precious. I gave those four men antitoxin. Are there others?"
"Don't know," Haines growled, as with an oath he went out, followed by Dr. Bailey. 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. Craigin, without a doubt, and they ought to be isolated at once."
"Isolated? How?"
"A separate camp must be built and someone appointed to attend them."
"A separate camp!" exclaimed Craigin; "I'll see them blanked first!
Look here, Haines, let's have no nonsense about this. I'm three weeks, yes, a month, behind with this job here. This blank, blank muskeg is knocking the whole contract endways. 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. They're better in the hospital, anyway. It's fine to-day. We'll send every man Jack out to-day."
"These men can't be moved," said Dr. Bailey in a quiet voice. "You sent a man out yesterday and he's dead."
