condition. The men would stay with us. We'd
get altogether better results."

"That's all right," said Maclennan, "but where are you to get your
first-class men? They come to us with letters from Directors or some big
bug or other. You've got to appoint them. Look at that man Haines. He
doesn't know his work and he's drunk half the time. Dr. Bailey seems to
be different. He certainly knows his work and he never touches whiskey.
I got him up from the Gap to No. 1. In two weeks' time he had things in
great shape. 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."

As they drove into the camp they were met by Narcisse, the cook.

"Bo' jour, M'sieu Maclenn'. You want something for hit?"

"Good-day, cook," said Maclennan. "Yes, we'll take a cup of tea in a few
minutes. I want to see Mr. Craigin."

Narcisse drew near Maclennan and in subdued voice announced, "M'sieu
Craigin, he's not ver' well. He's hurt hisself. He's lie on bed."

"Why, what's the matter with him?"

Narcisse shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, some leet' troub'. You pass on de
office you see de docteur."

"Why, Haines is up at the hospital. We just saw him."

"Hain!" said Narcisse, with scorn indescribable. "Dat's no docteur for
one horse. Bah! De mans go seeck, seeck, he can noting. He know noting.
He's get on beeg drunk! Non! Nodder docteur. He's come in, fin' tree,
four mans seeck on de troat, cough, cough, sore, bad. Fill up de
cook-house. Can't do noting. Sainte Marie! Dat new docteur, he's come
on de camp, he's mak' one leet' fight, he's beeld hospital an' get dose
seeck mans all nice an' snug. Bon. Good. By gar, dat's good feller!"

The smile broadened on Fahey's face. "I say, Maclennan, he's captured
your camp. He's got the cook, dead sure."

The smile didn't help Maclennan's temper. He opened the office door and
passed into Craigin's private room at the back. Here he found Dr. Bailey
in charge. As he opened the door the doctor put up his hand for silence
and backed him out into the office.

"Excuse me, Mr. Maclennan," he said, "he's asleep and must not be
disturbed."

Maclennan shook hands with him with a cold