"I know," she sighed. "Sometimes superiority can have its disadvantages. That's what Pamplemousse says--he says it isn't fair for me to run at all. Says woman's place is in the home. Do you think woman's place is in the home, Watson?" Prunella neighed in the adjoining stall. "That's a dirty lie!" Incubus shrieked, getting up. "I double dare you to say it once more." Prunella kept silence. "You're in love, Incubus?" Watson asked gently. She bowed her head. "I didn't know I could be--I thought I was too tough. But you're never too tough. Oh, I know I'm a stake horse and he's still only a claimer but I love him just the same." "Well, if that's the way you feel about it, Inky, I guess you have a right to. Only"--he gulped--"I'd entered you in the Belmont Futurity and it means ... so much to me." Incubus wiped away a tear with a wisp of hay. "All right, Watson, I'll win the Futurity for you. After all you have first claim on my loyalty. Who brought me out of obscurity? You! Who recognized my potentialities? You! Who made a horse out of me? You!" Incubus won the Belmont Futurity and was carried off the track on the shoulders of a cheering crowd. Retouched photographs of the big black horse hit not only the sport pages but the front page of every newspaper in the country. But the question of her racing again was shelved for the nonce. Shortly after the Futurity, Watson discovered that Incubus was pregnant. "Pamplemousse?" he asked. She nodded shyly. "But how could you do it? You two were in separate stalls." Incubus snickered. "I have my methods, Watson." "He's a low cad," said Watson. "I knew what I was doing. I went into it with my eyes open." He wondered just how he was going to enter the foal in the stud book. Although it would be of impeccable ancestry its escutcheon would be marred by a bend sinister. Some months later, Incubus called Watson to her stall. "What is it, Inky?" "I don't know how to tell you this, Watson. I've got to go back." "Back! Back where, Inky girl?" "Back where I came from. Oh, I might have known it was never to be, that you can't wipe out the past. Still I'd hoped that somehow--some way.... But the Big Bookie says no. I've got to go back where I came from--I don't belong here. He says I was sent as a punishment, not as a reward." She extended a hoof toward Watson's hand. "I had my baby tonight, Watson. Take good care of her--she's half equine, so she can stay here--and she'll be the fastest thing on earth when she grows up. Prunella'll help you raise her and support the family." Watson wiped his streaming eyes. "I'll take care of your baby, Incubus," he vowed. "I'll call her Incubus Two and I'll treat her as if she were my own daughter." "I knew I could count on you, Watson. Well--this is goodbye." Incubus slowly vanished.