“I don’t care for it,” returned the other superciliously. While willing to aid in a good work, he did not in the least approve either of the Unspeakable Perk or of his offhand manners. Before they had gone much farther, his resentment was heated to the point of offense. “Is it necessary for you to puff every puff of that infernal smoke in my face?” he demanded ominously. “Well, you wouldn’t smoke, yourself.” “If it weren’t for this poor devil of a sick man—” began Carroll, when a second thought about the smoke diverted his line of thought. “Is it contagious?” he asked. “It’s so regarded,” observed the other dryly. “I’ll take one of those, thank you.” Perkins handed him one of the rejected spirals. In silence, except for the outrageous rattling of the wheels on the cobbles, they drove through mean streets that grew ever meaner, until they drew up at the blind front of a building abutting on an arroyo of the foothills. Here they stopped, and Carroll threw his jehu a five-bolivar piece, which the driver caught, driving away at once, without the demand for more which usually follows overpayment in Caracuña. Convenient to hand lay a small rock. Perkins used it for a knocker, hammering on the guarded wooden door with such vehemence as to still the clamor that arose from within. Through the opening, as the barrier was removed by a leather-skinned old crone, Carroll gazed into a passageway, beyond which stretched a foul mule yard, bordered by what the visitor at first supposed to be stalls, until he saw bedding and utensils in them. The two men lifted the cripple in, amid the outcries and lamentations of the aged woman, who had looked at his face and then covered her own. At once they were surrounded by a swarm of women and children, who pressed upon them, hampering their movements, until a shrill voice cried:— “_La muerte negra!_” The swarm fell into silence, scattered, vanished, leaving only the moaning woman to help. At her direction they settled the patient on a straw pallet in a side room. “That’s all you can do,” said the Unspeakable Perk to his companion. “And thank you.” “I’ll stay.” The goggles gloomed upon him in the dim room. “I thought probably you would,” commented Perkins, and busied himself over the cripple with a knife and some cloths. He had stuffed his ludicrous white gloves into his pocket, and was tearing strips from his handkerchief with skillful fingers. “Oughtn’t he to have a doctor?” asked Carroll. “Shall I go for one?” “His mother has sent. No use, though.” “He can’t be saved?” “Not a chance on earth. I should say he was in the last stages.” “What is it?” said Carroll hesitantly. “_La muerte negra_. The black death.” “Plague?” “Yes.” “Are you sure? Are you an expert?” “One doesn’t have to be to recognize a case like that. The lump in the armpit is as big as a pigeon’s egg.” “Why have you interested yourself in the man to such an extent?” asked Carroll curiously. “He’s a friend of mine. Why did you?”