CHECKMATE! Daylight came bleak and cold as Kenny drove rapidly up the doctor's lane.

The aggrieved mare had traveled.

Through the farm window, green with potted begonias, Kenny could see the doctor already at his breakfast.

A young colored girl was pouring out his coffee.

The doctor himself opened the door.
"Well, Mr.O'Neill," he exclaimed, "who's sick?
Not Joan, I hope ?" "No," said Kenny, following the doctor back to the table.