No one felt light-hearted.
"Mr.Rutter," asked Tom, approaching the temporary chief, soon after the evening meal, "what do you want Hazelton and myself to do this evening ?" "Don't ask me," returned Jack, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"What have you been doing?
Drawing ?" "Yes." "Why don't you go on with it ?" "We're at a point where we need orders, for we've had to lay down one part of the work while waiting for further instructions." "I can't help you any, then," replied Rutter.

"Sorry, but before I could give any orders I'd need a few myself." At eleven o'clock that night Dr.Gitney arrived, with saddle-bags full of medicines and other necessaries.

He saw Blaisdell, and pronounced the assistant engineer a very sick man.
Shortly after midnight Mr.Thurston rode into camp.

He tottered from saddle and reeled until Tom, on the lookout for him, ran forward and supported the chief engineer to his tent.
Then Dr.Gitney was sent for and came.
"Your chief has mountain fever, too," said the medical attendant to Tom, after stepping outside the tent.
"How long will it take them to get well ?" asked Wade anxiously.
"Weeks! Hard to say," replied the physician vaguely.
"Weeks!" groaned Tom Reade.

"And the camp now in charge of Jack Rutter, who's a fine workman but no leader! Doc Gitney doesn't know it, but he has sentenced the S.B.