"In our business we must adhere to a definite policy," Marsh explained to the others. "Sometimes we are misjudged by travellers who consider us heartless, but we can't take care of every one."
"Not even your sick natives. Well, but for Miss Malotte some of your fishermen would have starved this winter, and you might have been short-handed next year."
"We give them work. Why should we support them?"
"I don't know of any legal reason, and ethics don't count for much up there. Nevertheless, Cherry Malotte has seen to it that the children, at least, haven't suffered. She saved a little brother of this Constantine you mention."
"Constantine has no brother," Marsh answered. "I happen to know, because he worked for me."
"This was a little red-headed youngster."
"Ah!" Marsh's ejaculation was sharp. "What was the matter with it?"
"Measles."
"Did it get well?"
"It was getting along all right when I left."