She turned to Gay and Lorna. “We must go,” she said. “We will be late for school as it is. Miss Susan can carry him to his room.” “I can and will,” said Miss Susan grimly. “And we will stop and tell Dr. Grace to come at once,” said Henrietta. Miss Susan raised the boy in her strong arms. Gay touched his face with her soft fingers. “Poor kid!” she said. “Poor little Lem!” From Saint Harvey of Riverbank came a sound like a mighty sob. He raised his linked hands high above his head and there was a jangle of steel chain. When he had raised his hands to their utmost reach, Saint Harvey brought his united fists down upon the top of Officer Schulig's unprotected head with a blow that made the porch floor palpitate and the dog policeman's knees to bend. “Dod-double-baste you!” cried Saint Harvey of Riverbank. “You get away from me, an' get away quick!” Officer Schulig was willing. He tried to. He made a leap for the porch steps, but Saint Harvey's linked hands had encircled the officer's neck and the two men tottered to the edge of the steps. “Chail!” yelled Schulig, pushing at Harvey's chest. “More chail for this, I bet you!” Then they reached the edge of the porch and fell and rolled down the steps together, locked in a close but most unaffectionate embrace. CHAPTER VIII What Henrietta said to Dr. Grace, who was young and had a twinkle in his eye, does not matter, but when she returned to Miss Susan's for dinner, at noon, Lem was still seemingly unconscious and as rigid as before. Miss Susan said the doctor had agreed with Henrietta's diagnosis in general, and had added that the shock of the fear of jail had probably reacted on the supersensitiveness of the boy. The doctor had said, Miss Susan told Henrietta, that the boy's pulse and temperature were normal and that there was nothing to fear. There might, he had said, be recurrences of this cataleptic state from time to time. The only treatment, he said, was to leave the boy alone while in these trance states and to see that as soon as he came out of them he was fed plenteously. Henrietta smiled secretly as she turned away from Miss Susan, so well had Dr. Grace played the game. Lorna was later arriving for dinner. She had, with Gay, purposely avoided Henrietta in order to call on Dr. Grace, for she had a question to ask him. “Doctor,” she said, when she and Gay stood in his office and had spoken of Lem, “we wanted to ask you something. About Lem. He's in no danger?” “Not a bit.” “And--you'll know we would not ask this without a good reason--he is not hypnotized. Miss Bates did not, you think, hypnotize him?” The doctor threw back his head and laughed. “Hypnotized?” he cried. “You don't have to hypnotize that boy. No; Miss Bates did not hypnotize him. He was not hypnotized, unless it was by the devil himself. That's all the hypnotizing any boy is entitled to. Do you want to know the bitter truth? He's playing 'possum.” “Lem is--”