(MINNIE who obviously cannot now escape through the doorway, upper right, without GEORGE seeing her, after a second's resolution dashes across the room and out of the door, lower right. A moment later GEORGE is brought in through the doorway, upper right, leaning heavily on Dr. FRYE, a capable looking man, whose well fitting business suit and general appearance indicate a prosperous city practice. GEORGE is in uniform. He is much thinner, and his face betrays acute suffering. His left arm hangs helpless at his side.) (ASHER and AUGUSTA follow, ASHER with a look of pain which has been increased by an incident which occurred at the automobile, where GEORGE refused to allow ASHER to help support him.) (GEORGE gets a little way into the room when he stops, sways a little, and spasmodically puts his hand to his heart. ASHER, in a frenzy of anxiety, again approaches to help him, but GEORGE repulses him.) GEORGE (protesting with what strength he has, as if in fear). N--no, dad, I'd rather not--I--I can get along. (ASHER halts and gazes at him mutely, and then looks at AUGUSTA.) DR. FRYE. You'd better sit down here a minute and rest, Captain Pindar. (ASHER starts to pull up an armchair, but AUGUSTA looks at him and shakes her head, and pulls it up herself. GEORGE sinks into the chair, leans back his head and closes his eyes. AUGUSTA hovers over him, smoothing his hair.) AUGUSTA. Is there nothing we can do, Dr. Frye? A little brandy--? Dr. FRYE (who is evidently trying to hide his own concern by a show of professional self-confidence), I think I'd wait a few moments. GEORGE (murmuring). I--I'll be all right, mother (DR. FRYE stands gazing down at him a few seconds and then comes forward into the room to join ASHER.) ASHER. For God's sake tell me what it is, doctor! Why did you leave New York with him when he was in this condition? Was it because? Dr. FRYE (speaking more rapidly than is his wont). He was surprisingly well, considering everything, when we left New York, and the army medical men advised taking him home. I thought an automobile better than a slow train. I tried to telephone you, but the storm-- ASHER. I know. Dr. FRYE. I sent you a wire. ASHER. I didn't get it. DR. FRYE. It was impossible to get a good nurse on account of the influenza epidemic. In fact, I didn't think he needed one--but I thought you'd feel more comfortable if I came. He seemed extraordinary well, even cheerful until we got right into Foxon Falls. We were passing your shops, and a big crowd of men were there, making a noise, shouting at a speaker. Is there a strike on here? ASHER. Yes. You say he got like this when he saw the crowd? DR. FRYE (indicating GEORGE). As you see. He fell back on the cushions as though he'd been hit--it all happened in a second. I have the history of the case from the army people--he had an attack something like this abroad.