“If he gives any of us time,” said Tommy, “we'll all take it, begob.”
“No, men,” said the doctor, “let's not make trouble. I know Mr. Maclennan slightly, and he's a just man, and he'll do what's fair. Besides, we don't want to interfere with the job. Give me a dozen men—one must be able to cook—and in half a day the work will be finished. I will be personally responsible for everything.”
At this point Craigin came out. “Here's your time, McLean,” he said, thrusting a time check at him.
McLean took it without a word and went over and stood by Dr. Bailey's side.
“Who are coming?” called out McLean.
“All of us,” cried a voice. “Pick out your men, McLean.”
“All right,” said McLean, looking over the crowd.
“I'm wan,” said Tommy, running over to the doctor's side. “I seen him shtand by Scotty whin the lad wus fightin' fer his life, an' if I'm tuk it's him I want beside me.”
One by one McLean called his men, each taking his place beside the doctor, while the rest of the men moved off to work.
“Mr. Craigin, I am going to use these men for half a day.” said Dr. Bailey.