"Pete!" she called to her eldest son, "come here, and see what ails your father."
Pete and others entered, and stood about the bed, staring stupidly at the old man, unable to comprehend what had come over him.
"Fetch him some brandy, Pete," said the mother; "he looks as if he had a fit."
When some spirits had been poured down his throat the farmer was revived, and said huskily: "Take it away! Quick, take it off!"
"Take what away?"
"The white flag."
"There is none here."
"It is there—there, wrapped about my foot."
The wife looked at the outstretched leg, and saw nothing. Jacob became angry, he swore at her, and yelled: "Take it off; it is chilling me to the bone."
"There is nothing there."