gave at each throat, his face growing more stern with
each examination.

"Boys, you must all get to bed at once. You must keep away from this
cook-house or you'll poison the whole camp."

"Where can we go, doctor? The bunk-house would freeze you and the stink
of it would make a well man sick."

"And is there no place else?"

"No. Unless it's the stables," said another man; "they're not quite so
bad."

"Well, sit here just now. We'll see about it. But first let me give you
something." He opened his bag, took out his syringe. "Here, Yonie, we'll
begin with you. Roll up your sleeve." And in three minutes he had given
all four an antitoxin injection. "Now, we'll see the doctor. By the way
what's his name?"

"Hain," said the cook, "dat's his nem."

"Haines," explained one of the men.

"Dat's what I say," said the cook indignantly, "Hain."

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