In a moment they heard some one coming down the trail. It was young Mr. Migley who suddenly had found himself in the midst of a small rebellion. Half his men had threatened to "histe the turkey" unless he brought back the "woman and the kids." It was not their threat of quitting that worried him, however—it was a consequence more remote and decisive.
"Miss Strong, I was hot under the collar," he began. "I didn't mean to put you out. I want you to come back and stay as long as you like. We can spare you one of the cabins."
"No, sir," Sinth answered, curtly.
"All right," said he, "you're the doctor."
In a moment she asked, "What you goin' t' do with them sick folks that's camped over at Robin?"
"I won't hurry 'em," said he; "but they'll have t' git out before long."
"It's a shame," Sinth answered. "You oughto hev consumption an' see how you'd like it."
"There are plenty of hotels east of here."
"But they're poor folks an' can't afford to pay board, even if they'd let 'em in, which they wouldn't."
"I can't help it—we've got to get these logs down to the river before snow flies—it's business."