"What about those shift bosses?" she asked.
Slater rolled his eyes balefully. "Just let one of 'em mention smallpox," he said, "and I'll fill the hospital till it bulges."
"No, no! Are you going to pay them?"
"Certainly not."
Eliza considered for a moment. "Don't let them see Dr. Gray," she said, at length. "He has enough to worry him. Meet them at the train and bring them here."
"What for? Tea?"
"You boys have done all you can; I think it's time Dan and I did something."
Tom stared. "Are YOU going to pay 'em?" he asked, gruffly.
"Yes. Mr. O'Neil needs time. Dan and I have saved four thousand dollars. I'd offer it to Dr. Gray—"
"He wouldn't take it."