„An‘ you ain’t never seen bad luck,“ Edwin concluded triumphantly. „You’re just as bad as Granser and his germs. You believe in what you don’t see. Go on, Granser.“ Hare-Lip, crushed by this metaphysical defeat, remained silent, and the old man went on. Often and often, though this narrative must not be clogged by the details, was Granser’s tale interrupted while the boys squabbled among themselves. Also, among themselves they kept up a constant, low-voiced exchange of explanation and conjecture, as they strove to follow the old man into his unknown and vanished world. „The Scarlet Death broke out in San Francisco.