Dane did as he was bidden, and when he had lifted the cover of the box, and searched to the bottom, he found a small English flag. This he at once carried to his father's side.
"Ah, that's it," Norman exclaimed, reaching out his hand and touching it. "I haven't seen it for years. Yes, it's the same old flag which I so often cursed. May God forgive me."
Eagerly he seized it and pressed it to his lips.
"Good old flag, brave old flag!" he murmured. "It's the greatest flag on earth. Oh, why did I forsake it!"
Then with trembling hands he held it out before him, and gazed upon it for a few minutes in apparent wonder.
"How many crosses are there upon it?" he asked.
"Why, three, of course," Dane replied.
"Yes, I know there used to be three, but I see only one now, and it's very red. What has become of the others?"
Dane glanced at Jean, but her eyes full of interest and sympathy were fixed upon the dying man's face.
"Do you see only one cross?" she asked.