"Of course, but Gordon will let them out as soon as he has crippled us.
Tell me, would you like to be a trained nurse?"
"No, I would not," declared Eliza, vehemently. "I"m neither antiseptic nor prophylactic."
"Nevertheless, you"re going to be one--Tom needs you."
"Tom? What ails him?"
"Nothing at this moment, but--wait until to-morrow." The physician"s eyes were twinkling, and when he had explained the cause of his amus.e.m.e.nt Eliza laughed.
"Of course I"ll help," she said. "But it won"t hurt the poor fellow, will it?"
"Not in the least, unless it frightens him to death. Tom"s an awful coward about sickness; that"s why I need some one like you to take care of him. He"ll be at the hospital to-morrow at three. If you"ll arrange to be there we"ll break the news to him gently. I daren"t tackle it alone."
Tom was a trifle embarra.s.sed at finding Eliza in Dr. Gray"s office when he entered, on the next afternoon. The boss packer seemed different than usual; he was much subdued. His cough had disappeared, but in its place he suffered a nervous apprehension; his cheeks were pale, the gloom in his eyes had changed to a lurking uneasiness.
"Just dropped in to say I"m all right again," he announced in an offhand tone.
"That"s good!" said Gray. "You don"t look well, however."
"I"m feeling fine!" Mr. Slater hunched his shoulders as if the contact of his shirt was irksome to the flesh.
"You"d better let me rub you. Why are you scratching yourself?"
"I ain"t scratching."
"You were!" The doctor was sternly curious; he had a.s.sumed his coldest and most professional air.
"Well, if I scratched, I probably itched. That"s why people scratch, ain"t it?"
"Let me look you over."
"I can"t spare the time, Doc--"
"Wait!" Gray"s tone halted the speaker as he turned to leave. "I"m not going to let you out in this weather until I rub you."
This time there was no mistaking "Happy Tom"s" pallor. "I tell you I feel great," he declared in a shaking voice. "I--haven"t felt so good for years."
"Come, come! Step into the other room and take off your shirt."
"Not on your life."
"What do you mean?"
"I don"t want no more of your dam" liniment."
"Why?"
"Because I"m--because I don"t."
"Then I suppose I"ll have to throw and hog-tie you." The physician rose and laid a heavy hand upon his patient"s arm, at which Tom exclaimed:
"Ouch! Leggo! Gimme the stuff and I"ll rub myself."
"Tom!" The very gravity of the speaker"s voice was portentous, alarming. Mr. Slater hesitated, his gaze wavered, he scratched his chest unconsciously.
Eliza shook her head pityingly; she uttered an inarticulate murmur of concern.
"You couldn"t get my shirt off with a steam-winch. I tell you I"m feeling grand."
"Why WILL you chew the horrid stuff?" Miss Appleton inquired sadly.
"I"m just a little broke out, that"s all."
"Ah! You"re broken out. I feared so," said the doctor.
The grave concern in those two faces was too much for Slater"s sensitive nature; his stubbornness gave way, his self-control vanished, and he confessed wretchedly:
"I spent an awful night, Doc. I"ll bust into flame if this keeps up.
What is it, anyhow?"
"Is there an eruption of the arms and chest?"
"They"re all erupted to h.e.l.l."
Dr. Gray silently parted the shirt over Slater"s bosom. "Hm-m!" said he.
"Tell him what it is," urged Eliza, in whom mirth and pity were struggling for mastery.
"It has every appearance of-smallpox!"
The victim uttered a choking cry and sat down limply. Sweat leaped out upon his face, beads appeared upon his round bald head.
"I knew I was a sick man. I"ve felt it coming on for three months, but I fought it off for Murray"s sake. Say it"s chicken-pox," he pleaded.
"Never mind; it"s seldom serious," Eliza endeavored to comfort the stricken man.
"You wanted a good rest-"
"I don"t. I want to work."
"I"ll have to quarantine you, Tom."
Slater was in no condition for further resistance; a complete collapse of body and mind had followed the intelligence of his illness. He began to complain of many symptoms, none of which were in any way connected with his fancied disease. He was racked with pains, he suffered a terrible nausea, his head swam; he spoke bravely of his dest.i.tute family and prepared to make his will. When he left the hospital, an hour later, it was on a stretcher between four straining bearers.
That evening a disturbing rumor crept through the town of Omar. It penetrated the crowded saloons where the laborers who had quit work were squandering their pay, and it caused a brief lull in the ribaldry; but the mere fact that Tom Slater had come down with smallpox and had been isolated upon a fishing-boat anch.o.r.ed in the creek seemed, after all, of little consequence. Some of the idlers strolled down the street to stare at the boat, and upon their return verified the report. They also announced that they had seen the yellow-haired newspaper woman aboard, all dressed in white. It was considered high time by the majority to leave Omar, for an epidemic was a thing to be avoided, and a wager was made that the whole force would quit in a body as soon as the truth became known.
On the second day Dr. Gray undertook to allay the general uneasiness, but, upon being pressed, reluctantly acknowledged that his patient showed all the signs of the dread disease. This hastened the general preparations for departure, and when the incoming steamer hove in sight every laborer was at the dock with his kit-bag. It excited some idle comment among them to note that Dr. Gray had gone down the bay a short distance to meet the ship, and his efforts to speak it were watched with interest and amus.e.m.e.nt. Obviously it would have been much easier for him to wait until she landed, for she came right on and drew in toward the wharf. It was not until her bow line was made fast that the physician succeeded in hailing the captain. Then the deserters were amazed to hear the following conversation: