“Isolation.”
“Has Craigin gone mad all at once?”
“Craigin has nothing to do with it. There's a new boss in camp.”
A look of wrathful amazement crossed Maclennan's countenance. Haines was beginning to enjoy himself.
“A new boss? What do you mean?”
“What I say. A young fellow calling himself Dr. Bailey came into this camp three days ago, raised the biggest kind of a row, laid up Craigin with a broken head, and took charge of the camp.” Maclennan stood in amazement looking from Haines to the General Manager.
“Dr. Bailey? You mean Bailey from No. 1? What has he got to do with it? And how did Craigin come to allow him?”
“Ask Craigin,” replied Haines.
“What have you got in there, Doctor?” asked Mr. Fahey.
“Diphtheria patients.”