At last he picked up a chilled hand and could discover no pulse, and the gray nails and the dark tips told a story of arrested circulation.

He laid down the hand and faced the men.
"This is what you'd call the crisis, Doc ?" he asked gently.
"Yes." "Are you stemming it?
Are you stemming it?
Are you sure she is holding her own ?" Doctor Carey looked at him silently.
"Have you done all you can do ?" asked the Harvester.
"Yes." "You believe her going out ?" "Yes." The Harvester turned to Doctor Harmon.

"Do you concur in that ?" "Yes." Then to the nurse, "And you ?" "Yes." "Then," said the Harvester, "all of you are useless.

Get out of here.

I don't want your atmosphere.