"I wasn't going to," Morris said hastily, as he took a yeoman's pull at the bottle. "I am feeling faint myself." "_Mir auch_," Abe said, taking the bottle from his partner's grasp. After a refreshing draught he passed it on to Pincus, who returned it empty to the crestfallen cutter just as a physician dashed out of the elevator. "What caused this trouble?" he asked Abe as he knelt down by the side of Harkavy. Abe looked helplessly at Morris and turned to Pincus Levin, who commenced to tremble violently. "Hold on there!" Morris shouted. "He's going to faint too." Abe seized the glass of ice-water and flung its contents into Pincus Levin's face. He gasped and sat down suddenly. "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." Abe and Morris followed Pincus and the head cutter as they supported the half-conscious Harkavy into the firm's office. Ten minutes later the old man was restored to consciousness. "_Wo ist er?_" he murmured. "_Mein kind!_" "It's all right," the doctor replied, and then he turned to the office. "Come out here, you, and talk to the old man." Pincus came running from the office and reassured his uncle, who, under the ministrations of the doctor, grew rapidly stronger until he was sufficiently recovered to be placed on a chair. "Keep him quiet while I attend to the other fellow," said the doctor; "and don't let him talk." He went at once to the office, where Harkavy sat on the edge of the lounge. "Here! What are you doing?" he cried. "You shouldn't let that fellow do any talking." "That's all right, doctor," Abe said calmly. "He should go on talking now if it would kill him even. Go ahead, Harkavy." "And so," Harkavy continued, "after I am stealing the wine they took me to the police office. There was a place! But, anyhow, Mr. Potash, I could tell you all about it afterward. Inside the backyard was a dead moujik which he is got run over by a train. His face is all damaged so you couldn't tell who he was at all." He faltered and waved his hand.