“What is the matter with him, Andy?” was Judy’s anxious query.
“It looks like the last stages of tetanus.” The patient was even then in a violent convulsion. Andy mercifully laid his handkerchief over the little fellow’s head, dreading that Mildred should see his suffering.
“I’d put him out of his misery but he will be gone in a moment anyhow,” he said sadly. “Has he been hurt?”
“A week ago he got bitten by a dog, but it was a mere scratch and did not amount to a row of pins, so Molly and I decided.”
“Did you put anything on the wound?”
“Nothing but a surgical dressing down at the war relief rooms. I remember it was one of the beautifully made dressings Madame Misel had just brought in——”
Andy sprang up, a wild light in his eye. The puppy had breathed its last so he handed it over to Judy without more ado.
“Where is Molly?”
“She has gone down in the village to pack supplies at the war relief rooms. There were lots of things to get off, so she went quite early. I am to follow a little later, just as soon as Kent finishes primping. What is the matter?”
“There may be much the matter. You and Kent come as fast as you can,” and Andy and Nance hurried off without any more explanation.