"The train starts from the village at half past two sharp; and I don't
want to be late."
"Very well!" Jasper Jay agreed. "I shall want to stop then myself,
because I'm coming along with you to see the fun."
They had played twenty-seven games of checkers. And they were in the
midst of the twenty-eighth when Mr. Crow suddenly cocked his eye at the
sun.
"Goodness!" he exclaimed, springing up quickly. "It's fifteen and a half
minutes after two; and I shall have to be starting for the village." He
reached for his checkered red coat, which was spread upon the ground
between them.
"Wait a moment!" Jasper Jay cried. "I'd suggest your leaving your coat
right where it is. Then we can come back to our game after we've had our
fun with the train. I'm going to win the game, so it's hardly fair not to
finish it."
Now, Mr. Crow had not liked the idea of leaving his handsome red coat
upon the ground. But he never could bear the thought of being beaten. And
Jasper Jay's remark made him feel quite peevish.
"I fully expect to win this game myself," the old gentleman said somewhat
stiffly. "So I'll leave my coat here as you suggest. But I shall have to
go this instant, for I must stop at my house and get my yellow coat.
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