"The old man," he murmured, "he's Yosel's father."
"Yosel who?" Morris shouted. "The old man's only got one son—and he's dead."
"Yes, I know," Pincus answered; "he is and he ain't. I always thought so too, Mr. Perlmutter, but this feller here is Yosel Levin which he got blew up in Harkav two years ago."
"What d'ye mean got blew up?" Abe asked as the doctor worked steadily over the two prostrate men. "How could he be blew up if he is here now?"
Pincus shrugged his shoulders.
"How should I know?" he said weakly. "I ain't lying to you. This feller here is Yosel Levin and my uncle there is his father."
"Do you mean to told me that the old man's son ain't dead at all?" Morris demanded.
"Seemingly," Pincus said; "aber this is the first time I heard it and I guess it's the first time the old man heard it too."
Harkavy moaned and tried to sit up.
"Easy there!" the doctor commanded. "Two of you take him inside and put him on a lounge if you have one."