A brush fence inclosed the cornfield.
The doctor pulled up in the path beside the fence. The School-teacher arose. He stood bareheaded in the sun under the canopy of darning leaves. He looked past the doctor to the horse, standing with its legs out, its head down.
“I understand you're practicin' medicine,” said the doctor.
“Your horse is tired,” replied the School-teacher.
“There's a law against practicin' medicine without a license,” said the doctor.
“Your horse is hungry,” continued the School-teacher.
The doctor, riding on, replied with an oath.
“You're going to get into trouble,” he said.