"I know it wasn't smallpox at all, but it worked just the same, I'll leave your men alone if you'll let me go out on the next Seattle steamer."
"But—I thought you came from Hope?" Gray said, blandly.
Mr. Linn shifted his eyes and laughed uneasily. "I did, and I'm going to keep coming from Hope. You don't think I'd dare to go back after this, do you?"
"Why not?"
"Gordon would kill me."
"So! Mr. Gordon sent you?"
"You know he did. But—I've got to get out now. I'm broke."
"I didn't think it of Gordon!" The doctor shook his head sadly. "How underhanded of him!"
Linn exploded desperately: "Don't let's four-flush. You were too slick for him, and you sewed me up. I've spent the money he gave me and now I'm flat."
"You look strong. We need men."