Wombo could have pulled the thing out, and in a few hours the gin would have been all right again.' 'You think so--well in a few hours she was in a high fever.

I took her temperature this morning when I re-bandaged the wound.' McKeith laughed shortly.
'It wouldn't be surprising, if you had given her grog and tobacco and as much meat as she wanted.

That what you did, eh ?' 'Yes, it was.

They were both starving.' 'Well, I wouldn't bank on your stock of medical knowledge, Biddy--not if I was down with fever or otherwise incapacitated.

But that's not the point--which is that those blacks have been kept here against my express orders.' 'They've been kept here by MY orders,' flamed Lady Bridget.
McKeith's jaw squared, and there showed in his eyes that ugly devil which many a black and white man had seen, but never his wife before.
'Look here, milady--there can be only one boss on this station.