His words trailed off to a mumbling incoherence. He sat down on the sledge, gesturing a little wildly, his expression difficult to describe.
“Did you——” he inquired in horror-struck tones, “I say, did you see—see it, too?”
Dr. Brady nodded gravely. Dick stared, moistening his lips.
“A red flag,” said the physician. “We weren’t quite sure. There was something there just outside fluttering—— A cloth. A rag of some sort. Looked red.”
“Exactly,” Sandy spoke tersely with a deep intake of breath. “Smallpox!”
“Smallpox!” Dick echoed the word.
“I’ll go over,” announced Dr. Brady quite calmly. “Get my case, Dick.”
The case was brought. The physician took it smiling.
“Shall we go with you?” asked Dick.
“No; it isn’t necessary. You’d better stay here.”