covering the cost."

"And would you let me see the list?"

"Certainly. You may look it over in a moment."

Kennedy glanced hurriedly through the short list of names, pulled
out his notebook, made an entry, and handed the list back. "Thank
you, Major."

Bisbee Hall was a splendid place set in the heart of a great park
whose area was measured by square miles rather than by acres. But
Craig did not propose to stay there, for he arranged for
accommodations in a near-by town, where we were to take our meals
also. It was late when we arrived, and we spent a restless night,
for the inoculation "took." It wasn't any worse than a light
attack of the grippe, and in the morning we were both all right
again, after the passing of what is called the "negative phase."
I, for one, felt much safer.

The town was very much excited over the epidemic at the hall, and
if I had been wondering why Craig wanted me along my wonder was
soon set at rest. He had me scouring the town and country looking
up every case or rumour of typhoid for miles around. I made the
local weekly paper my headquarters, and the editor was very
obliging. He let me read all his news letters from his local
correspondent at every crossroads. I waded through accounts of
new calves and colts, new fences and barns, who "Sundayed" with
his brother, etc., and soon had a list of all the cases in that
part of the country. It was not a long one, but it was scattered.