"Well," said Bart, as the boys turned away from the bulletin
board, "there's not much we can do for poor Tom to-night, but if
he's a prisoner we'll get word from him sooner or later."
"If he's a prisoner, I'd hate to be the man who has him in
charge," remarked Billy grimly. "Something pretty terrible is apt
to happen to that bird most any time."
"Yes, chances are he'll come marching into camp with a few
prisoners on his own account." said Frank. "That is, if he doesn't
catch this new disease they're talking about,"
"What disease?" asked Billy. "I hadn't heard anything about it."
"Nobody seems to know very much about it," replied Frank. "It has
appeared at various places in Germany, especially in the occupied
zones. It seems to have attacked Germans as well as Americans, and
nobody knows what to make of it. Of course, remember I'm only
telling you what another fellow told me recently, and I give it to
you for what it's worth. It may be just rumor, but he seemed to be
so certain of his facts that I felt inclined to believe him."
As it happened, what Frank had heard as a rumor was indeed a fact--
and a fact, moreover, that was proving most puzzling and
unpleasant for the American medical authorities.
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