"That cemetery on the
hill is getting altogether too full."
"If this mysterious disease isn't checked it will be worse than
the 'flu,'" said Bart. "What's the matter with our doctors anyway?
Why don't they get on the job?"
"You can't blame them," Frank defended. "There's no better medical
staff in any army than the one we've got. They're working like mad
to try to isolate the germ, or whatever it is, that's causing this
mysterious trouble. But they seem to be all at sea in this matter.
It's an entirely new thing, and they haven't found any way to
conquer it."
"It would be rather hard luck to come through St. Mihiel and the
Argonne, and then to be knocked out by a measly disease like
this," said Billy disgustedly.
"Well, it hasn't got us yet, and let's hope it won't," said Frank.
"But now that we've got a chance, what do you fellows say if we go
over tonight and try to get at the bottom of that alley mystery? I
shan't be easy in my mind until I've solved it."
"Always looking for trouble," laughed Bart. "But I don't mind
confessing that the matter's got tight hold of me too, and I'm
game to see it through to a finish.
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