Bailey bacillus. From the general manager, Mr.
Fahey, down to Tommy Tate, it seems to have gone everywhere."

"Is that so?" replied Dick, laughing. "Well, there are some who have
escaped the tin-horn gang and the whiskey runners. Or rather, they've
got it, but it's a different kind. Some day they'll kill him."

"And yet they say he is--"

"Oh, I know. He does gamble, and when he gets going he's a terror. But
he's down on the whiskey and on the 'red lights.' You remember the big
fight at Bull Crossing? It was Bailey pulled me out of that hole. The
Pioneer was slating me, Colonel Hilliers, the town site agent, was
fighting me, withdrew his offer of a site for our church unless I'd
leave the 'red lights' alone, and went everywhere quoting the British
army in India against me. Even my own men, church members, mind you,
one of them an elder, thought I should attend to my own business. These
people were their best customers. Why, they actually went so far as to
write to the Presbytery that I was antagonizing the people and ruining
the Church. Well, you remember the big meeting called to protest against
this vice? The enemy packed the house. Had half a dozen speakers for the
'Liberal' side. Unfortunately I had been sent for to see a fellow dying
up the line. It looked for a complete knockout for me. In came Dr.
Bailey, waited till they were all through their talk, and then went for
them. He didn't speak more than ten minutes, but in those ten minutes he
crumpled them up utterly and absolutely. Colonel Hilliers and the editor
of The Pioneer, I understand, went white and red, yellow and green, by
turns. The crowd simply yelled. You know he is tremendously popular with
the men. They passed my resolution standing on the backs of their seats.
Quite true, the doctor went from the meeting to a big poker game and
stayed at it all night. But I'm inclined to forgive him that, and all
the more because I am told he was after that fellow 'Mexico' and his
gang. Oh, it was a fine bit of work. I've often wished to meet him, but
he's a hard man to find. He must be a good sort at bottom."

"To hear Tommy talk," replied Margaret, "you would make up your mind
he was a saint. He tells the most heart-moving stories of his ways and
doings, nursing the sick and helping those who are down on their luck.
Why, he and Ben almost came to blows this morning in regard to the
comparative merits of the doctor and yourself."

"Ben, eh? I can never be thank