Suddenly, an inhuman scream shattered the stillness—a wild, terrifying call! Stunned, they stood still and the hairs on the backs of their necks seemed to curl. Then as if by magic, a giant black horse, his mane waving like flame, appeared beside the boy. The horse screamed again, his head raised high, his ears pricked forward. Even at this distance they could see that he was a tremendous horse—a wild stallion.
Alec flung his arms around the Black’s neck and buried his head in the long mane. “We’re leaving together, Black—together,” he said. Soothingly he talked to the stallion, steadying him. After a few minutes he descended the hill and the horse hesitatingly followed. He reared as they approached the sailors, his legs pawing in the air. The men scrambled into the boat; only Pat and the captain stood their ground. Fearfully they watched the Black as he strode toward them. He drew back; his black eyes glanced nervously from Alec to the group of men. Alec patted him, coaxed him. His action was beautiful, and every few steps he would jump swiftly to one side.
Approximately thirty yards away, Alec came to a halt. “You just have to take us both, Captain! I can’t leave him!” he yelled.
“He’s too wild. We couldn’t take him, we couldn’t handle him!” came the answer.
“I can handle him. Look at him now!”
The Black was still, his head turned toward the freighter as if he understood what actually was going on. Alec’s arm was around his neck. “He saved my life, Captain. I can’t leave him here alone. He’ll die!”
The captain turned, spoke with the men in the boat. Then he shouted, “There isn’t any possible way of getting that devil on board!” He paused. “How’re you going to get him out there?” The captain pointed to the ship.
“He can swim,” answered Alec. “He’ll follow me. I know he will.”
There was another discussion between captain and crew. When he turned, the captain’s heavily lined face was more grim than ever. He doffed his cap and ran a large hand through his gray hair. “Okay, son,” he said, “you win—but you’ll have to get him out there!”
Alec’s heart beat heavily and he gazed at the stallion. “Come on, Black,” he said. He walked forward a few steps. The Black hesitated and then followed. Again Alec moved ahead. Slowly they approached the group. Then the Black halted, his nostrils quivered and he reared.
“Get in the boat, Captain,” Alec shouted. “Move up to the bow. I’m going to get in the stern when you get her in the water.”
The captain ordered his men to shove off, and he and Pat climbed in; then they waited for Alec.
Alec turned to the Black. “This is our chance, Black,” he said. “Come on!” He could see the stallion was nervous; the horse had learned to trust him, but his natural instincts still warned him against the others. Soothingly Alec spoke to him. Slowly he backed away—the Black raised his head nervously, then followed. As the boy neared the boat, the stallion stopped. Alec kept backing up and climbed into the boat. “Row slowly,” he said, without turning his eyes away from the horse.
As they moved away from the beach Alec called, “Come on, Black!” The stallion pranced, his head and tail erect, his ears forward. He half-reared and then stepped into the water. Like a flash he was back on the beach, his foreleg pawing into the sand and sending it flying. His black eyes never left the boat as it moved slowly out into the water. He ran a short way down the beach, and then back again.
Alec realized the terrific fight that the stallion was waging with himself. He whistled. The Black stopped in his tracks and answered. Slowly the boat moved farther away.
Suddenly the stallion rose high into the air on his hind legs, and then plunged into the water. “Come on, Black,” shouted Alec. “Swim!”
The Black was in water up to his big chest now—then he was swimming and coming swiftly toward the boat.
“Row for the ship, Captain,” yelled Alec.
The black head rose in the water behind them, the eyes fearfully following Alec as he half-hung out of the boat and called to the stallion. The large, black body slid through the water, its legs working like pistons.
Soon they reached the freighter. The captain and three men sprang up the ladder. Only Pat remained behind with Alec. “Keep him there for two minutes!” the captain yelled over his shoulder.
The Black reached the rowboat and Alec managed to get his hand on the stallion’s head. “Good boy!” he murmured proudly. Then he heard the captain’s hail from on top of the deck. He looked up and saw the cargo hoist being lowered; on the end was a wide belly band to go around the Black so that he could be lifted up. He had to get that band around the stallion’s stomach!
Alec saw the Black’s eyes leave him and gaze fearfully at the line descending over his head. Suddenly he swam away from the boat. Frantically Alec called to him.
As the band came within reach, Pat grabbed it—his fingers tore at the straps and buckles. “We’ve got to get this around him somehow!” he shouted to Alec. “It’s the only way!”
Alec tried desperately to think. Certainly there must be some way! The stallion had turned and once again was looking in their direction. If he could only get close to him. “Let me have the band, Pat, and more line,” he said.
Pat handed it to him and signaled above. “And what are you going to do?” he asked.
But Alec didn’t seem to hear his query. He gripped the straps of the band tightly. “We’ve come this far,” he said to himself. He climbed over the side and lowered himself into the water. Pat was too astonished to speak. Alec swam a few yards toward the Black, the band stretched out behind him; then he stopped and trod water. He called softly and the stallion swam toward him.
He came within an arm’s reach and Alec touched him, keeping his body far enough away to avoid the driving legs. How could he get the band around the stallion? Pat was yelling suggestions, but Alec could think of only one way that might be successful.
He sank lower in the water, his hand gradually sliding down the Black’s neck; he held the straps of the belt tightly in the other. He took a deep breath and filled his lungs with air; then he dived sideways and felt the waters close over his head. Down he went, striving desperately to get enough depth to clear the stallion’s legs. He swam directly beneath the Black’s belly; the water churned white above his head and he caught a glimpse of striking hoofs. When he felt sure that he was on the other side, he started up, his fingers still tightly closed upon the straps and the band dragging behind.
When he reached the surface, he found the stallion in the same position, his eyes searching for him. Now the band was directly below the Black! He signaled for Pat to pull up the slack between the boat and the horse. All that he had to do now was to tighten the band around the stallion by getting these straps through the buckles on the other side! Alec moved closer to the Black. He would have to take the chance of being kicked. He kept as close to the middle of the stallion as possible. Then he was beside him. He felt the waters swirling on both sides. The line was taut now, ascending in the air to the top of the hoist on the freighter.
The Black became uneasy. Alec reached over his back and desperately tried to pull the straps through the buckles. A searing pain went through his leg as one of the Black’s hoofs struck him. His leg went limp. Minutes passed as his fingers worked frantically. Then he had the straps through and began pulling the band tighter. The stallion went wild with rage as he felt it tighten around him. Alec pulled harder. Once again he felt the Black’s hoof strike his leg—but there was no pain. He had the straps through the buckles as far as they would go; he made sure they were securely fastened, and then wearily pushed himself away from the Black.
A safe distance away, Alec signaled the men on the freighter to hoist. He heard the starting of a motor and the chain line became more taut. Then the stallion was dragged through the water until he was beside the ship; his teeth were bared, his eyes were filled with hate! Then the hoist started lifting him up. Slowly the Black moved out of the water—up, up in the air he a
scended, his legs pawing madly!
Alec swam toward the rowboat, his leg hanging limp behind him. When he reached it, Pat hung over the side and helped him up into the boat. “Good boy,” he said.
The pain in his leg made Alec’s head whirl. Blackness seemed to be settling down upon him—he shook his head. Then he felt Pat’s big arm around his waist and he went limp.
When Alec regained consciousness, he found himself in bed. Beside him sat Pat—a large grin on his face, his blue eyes crinkling in the corners. “For the love of St. Patrick,” he exclaimed, “I thought you were going to sleep forever!”
“What time is it, Pat?” Alec asked. “Have I been sleeping long?”
Pat ran a large, gnarled hand through his black hair. “Well, not so long, son—you were pretty tired, y’know.” He paused. “Let’s see, we picked you up Tuesday morning and now it’s Wednesday night.”
“Whew!” said Alec. “That’s some sleeping!”
“Well, we did wake you up a couple of times to give you some soup, but I guess you wouldn’t be remembering now.”
Alec moved slightly and felt a pain go through his leg. His eyes turned to Pat. “Did I get hurt bad?” he asked.
“The Doc says not—went to the bone, but it’s healing nicely. You’ll be all right in a few days.”
“And the Black—what happened?”
“Lad, never in my life did I ever expect to see the like of him! What a fight he put up—he almost tore the boat apart!” Pat’s blue eyes flashed. “Lord, what a devil! The moment his hoofs touched the deck he wanted to fight. If we hadn’t still had the band around him, he would have killed us all! He plunged and struck his legs out like I’ve never seen before. He wouldn’t stand still. You could have helped us, son. We hoisted him in the air again, off his feet. I thought he had gone crazy, his face was something terrible to see—and those screams, I’ll hear them to my dying day!”
Pat stopped and moved uneasily in his seat. Then he continued, “It was when one of the boys got a little too close, and that black devil struck him in the side and he fell at our feet, that we decided there was nothing else to do but choke him! We got our lassoes around his neck and pulled until we had him pretty near gone. It was tough on him, but there was no other way. When he was almost unconscious, we let him down once again and somehow managed to lower him below.
“It was a job, lad, that I hope I’ll never have to be in on again. We have some other horses and cattle in the hold, too, and they’re all scared to death of him. It’s a regular bedlam down there now, and I hate to think what might happen when that horse is himself again! We’ve got him in the strongest stall, but I’m wondering whether even that’ll hold him!”
Pat rose from his chair and walked to the other side of the cabin.
Alec was silent, then he spoke slowly. “I’m sorry I’ve caused you all so much trouble. If only I’d been able to—”
“I didn’t aim to make you feel like that, lad,” Pat interrupted. “I guess we knew what we were doing, and from the looks of that animal he’s worth it. Only we all realize now that he needs you to handle him—the Lord help anyone else that tries to!”
“Tell the captain I’ll repay him and you fellows, too, Pat, somehow.”
“Sure, lad, and now I have some work to do. You try and get some more sleep, and tomorrow or the next day you’ll be on your feet again.” He paused on his way to the door. “If you give me your address, we can radio your parents that you are safe, and tell them where we’re bound.”
Alec smiled and wrote his address on the piece of paper Pat handed him. “Tell them I’ll be with them—soon,” he said as he finished.
KING OF THE HERD
6
A few days later Alec got out of bed for the first time. His injured leg weakly supported him. As he dressed, a knock came upon the door.
“Come in,” he called.
Pat entered. In his hand was a radiogram. “It’s from your folks.” He grinned.
Alec took it and read: “Thank God you’re safe. Cabling money to Rio de Janeiro. Hurry home. Love. Mother and Dad.”
He was silent a minute, then looked up at Pat. “It’ll be great to get home,” he said.
Pat smiled. “How’s the leg feel?”
“Not so bad,” Alec answered as he continued his dressing. “How’s the Black doing?”
“I’m afraid he’s feeling better—it’s a good thing you’re able to get down there today!” answered Pat.
Alec drew on a pair of large pants which one of the sailors had given him.
“Kinda big for you, aren’t they?” asked Pat.
“Better than walking around without any.” Alec grinned.
He finished dressing and slowly limped to the door. “Have to get to the Black before he tears the place apart.” He folded the radiogram and placed it carefully in his pocket. “Thanks, Pat,” he said.
“Don’t stay on your feet too long, son,” Pat warned. “Remember what the Doc said.”
When Alec entered the hold, he heard the Black’s pounding above the bedlam of the other horses and cattle. He came to the horse’s stall and saw his dark head raised above the door. His large eyes moved nervously about. Alec called—the stallion’s head jerked toward him. His nostrils quivered and he neighed. Alec reached a hand out. “Hello, fella,” he said, “did you miss me?” The stallion shook his head and thrust his nose toward him. Alec ran his hand across the soft muzzle.
He took from his pocket an apple which he had saved from his breakfast. He held it out to the Black, who swept it out of his hand. Alec picked up the currycomb and brush from the floor, opened the door and went inside. “Guess it was tough on you, fella, but they didn’t have any choice,” he said. The next hour he spent in brushing the Black until his body shone brilliantly.
The days passed quickly for Alec, as he spent most of his time in the hold with the Black. His leg healed and was soon as good as ever. The captain and Pat at first attempted to get him interested in the boat and the voyage, but at last they gave up. The friendship between the boy and the stallion was something too much for them to understand.
The captain’s hand rose to his chin as he and Pat watched Alec inside the stall. “Y’know, Pat,” he said, “it’s almost uncanny the way those two get along—a wild beast like that, a killer, and yet gentle as a kitten when the boy’s around.”
Pat nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said, “one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen. I wonder where it’ll take them?”
Five days later they steamed into Rio de Janeiro. The captain delegated Pat to go with Alec to the wireless office, where he could secure the money his family had sent him, and help arrange for his sailing to the United States.
As Alec walked with Pat through the South American city, he thought how close he was getting to home. He was on the last leg of his journey! They reached the office and went in. Pat spoke to the man at the desk in Portuguese. After a few minutes the man handed him a pen, and Alec signed his name. Then he was handed his money.
Next they went to the ticket office. There they found that the next boat for the United States would sail the following day. Alec had just enough money for himself and the Black, and he booked passage. He looked at Pat. “That doesn’t leave me anything for the captain and you fellows.”
“Don’t you worry about that, Alec,” Pat answered.
When they returned to the boat, Alec made his way to the captain’s office. He found him behind his large desk working over some papers in front of him. He looked up, motioned the boy to sit down and continued writing. Finally he stopped and sat back in his chair.
“Well, son,” he said, “we’ve come to the parting of the ways, haven’t we?”
“Yes, sir,” answered Alec. “Pat and I got the money and everything all right.” He shoved his hand in his pocket and drew out some change. “But this is all I have left. You see, sir—well, Mother and Dad didn’t know about the Black, and what they sent was just enough to get us both
back to New York.”
“And now you’re thinking about what you owe us, aren’t you?” the captain interrupted.
“Yes, sir,” replied Alec. “If it hadn’t been for you, we’d probably still be back on the island.”
The captain got up from his chair and walked over beside Alec. He placed an arm on his shoulder. “Don’t you worry about us, son. We don’t expect anything—and you and that horse gave us more excitement around here than we’ve had in years.” He smiled, and they walked toward the door. “You just see that you get the rest of the way home safely, and that’ll be fine!”
“Thanks, Captain,” Alec said as he went out onto the deck.
“And don’t let anyone steal that black devil from you either!”
“I won’t, sir, and thanks again,” replied Alec.
The next afternoon he walked the Black down the gangplank. He had a firm grip on the stallion’s halter, and kept talking soothingly to him. The ship that was to take them home had arrived during the night and was now being loaded with cargo. Pat and some of the sailors gathered around him as he reached the dock.
One by one they said good-bye, until only Pat remained. “So long, Alec,” he said. “Take good care of yourself.”
“You bet,” answered Alec. “And remember, Pat, whenever you get to New York, you promised to look us up.”
“Sure, some day perhaps …” He paused. “What are you going to do with the Black when you get him home?”
“I don’t know, Pat; I haven’t given it much thought. I just hope Dad and Mother will let me keep him.”
Pat was looking at the stallion. “He’s built for speed. I’ll bet he could tear up a track.”
“You mean—race?” asked Alec.
“Perhaps. Eight years ago, before I went to sea, I trained some pretty good horses in Ireland. I’ve never seen any that looked more like a runner than this one!”
“You can bet your last penny on that,” Alec said. Memories flashed back of his breathtaking rides on the island. “Well, Pat, I have to go now, they’ve almost finished loading over there. Good-bye.” He held out his hand and the other grasped it.