Red Dust Page #4

You've no idea how anxious I am

to get started working, Mr. Carson.

Say, there's a great new mulch for

replanting I wanted to talk to you about.

Yes, lie down, will you?

Let me see your tongue.

Say, what's the idea of all this?

That's quinine.

Give him four right away.

And here's a bromide.

It will give him a good night's

rest, and he needs that.

Here's the thermometer.

Take his temperature every

four hours and let me know.

- Is there anything really

wrong with me? - Yes.

You've got the start of

a good attack of fever.

- Fever?

- Listen Carson, are you...

Now stop getting excited,

both of you.

It's the surest way

to help it along.

Get him undressed and

under the covers.

You'll pull through

if you follow orders.

Mr. Carson.

- I'd like to speak to you

a moment. - Certainly.

- Now, Babs!

- I'll only be a moment, Gary.

Mr. Carson, I wonder

if you really...

Of course, we must

get a doctor at once.

The nearest doctor's in Saigon.

That's three days down

and three back.

Then we must go back with the boat.

Frankly, I'd just as soon you did.

But I've got a little conscience left.

He'd likely be dead by the time

you got there.

Now, all I want you to do

is to keep your head.

He'd be burning up

by tomorrow night.

But if he's here with me instead of

being bumped about in that cigar box,

he'll have a chance.

I've only missed out on a couple,

and I've had dozens.

I won't stand for this!

Do you think you can treat Gary

like one of your coolies?

Why not? He's just another

worker on the place.

Only he's coming down with the fever

and therefore isn't quite as valuable.

I won't have you talk like that!

I never...

- I know you won't.

The only excuse you have for being

here is to help take care of him.

Now get in there and give him that quinine

and take a little yourself while you're at it.

Give him all the water

he wants and more.

The china boy will give you

whatever else you need.

You're not going to leave him?

You're not going out?

Yes. I work here.

You don't expect me to sit

around and hold his hand, do you?

All right. If that makes

you feel any better.

What was that?

That was a tiger.

A tiger? He sounded so close.

He just sits out there in the bush

and swears at us every now and then.

He won't come within a hundred

yards of the compound.

Now don't give him another thought.

I see. If you're sure he won't.

I...

I 'm sorry about this morniing.

Let me apologize.

It's quite unnecessary, really.

You know, running a plantation

sometimes gets on the nerves.

With your husband arriving sick and

wondering just how you were going to

fit into the scheme of things here...

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