"Thanks," said Harry dryly. "The tortoise scored once, you know, young Wally!"
"Well, old man, you take him," Wally said kindly. "Wouldn"t stand in your way for a moment. We can use harness, can"t we?"
"Don"t know," Jim said. "I never studied the rules of menagerie racing.
Use bridles, anyhow. It"s a good idea, I think. Let"s see how many starters we can muster."
They cruised round. Dogs were barred as being too intelligent--horses were, of course, out of the question. Finally they fixed on the possible candidates. They were the kangaroo, the wallabies, a big black Orpington "rooster," Fudge the parrot, Caesar the c.o.c.katoo, Mrs. Brown"s big yellow cat, Tim, and the "turloise."
"Eight," said Harry laconically. The starters were all mustered in one enclosure, and were on the worst of terms. "We"ll need more jockeys--if you call "em jockeys."
"Well, there"s black Billy," Jim said; "he"s available, and he"ll drive whichever he"s told, and that"s a comfort. That"s five. And we"ll rouse out old Lee Wing, and Hogg, that"s a ripping idea, "cause they hate each other so. Seven. Who"s eight? Oh, I know! We"ll get Mrs. Brown."
Mrs. Brown was accordingly bearded in her den and, protesting vigorously that she had no mind for racing, haled forth into the open. She was a huge woman, as good-natured as she was fat, which said a good deal. In her print dress, with enormous white ap.r.o.n and flapping sun bonnet, she looked as unlikely a "jockey" as could be imagined.
Lee Wing, discovered in the onion bed, was presently brought to the scratch, despite his protests. He said he "couldn"t lun," but was told that in all probability no running would be required of him. He also said "no can dlive" many times, and further remarked, "Allee same gleat bosh." When he saw his arch enemy Hogg among the compet.i.tors his resentment was keen, and Wally was told off to restrain him from flight.
Wally"s own idea was to tie him up by the pigtail, but this Jim was prudent enough to forbid.
Hogg was, as Jim put it, rooting amongst the roses, and grunted freely on his way to the post. He could never refuse Norah anything, but this proceeding was much beneath his dignity, and the sight of Lee Wing did not tend to improve his view of the matter. He stood aloof, with a cold, proud smile, like a hero of melodrama.
Black Billy was, of course, in the stables, and came with alacrity. He had not much English and that little was broken, but he worshipped the Linton children--Jim especially, and would obey him with the unquestioning obedience of a dog.
"All here?" asked Jim, looking round. "Five, six, eight--that"s all serene. Now who"s going to drive who?"
Opinions on that point were mixed. Every one wanted the kangaroo, and at last a general vote gave him to Norah. Wally chose one Wallaby. He said it was only natural, and made a further remark about the feelings of the others when "Wally and his wallaby should wallow by them" that was happily quenched by Harry, who adopted the simple plan of sitting on the orator. Harry secured the second wallaby, and black Billy was given the Orpington rooster as his steed. Mrs. Brown from the first applied for the tortoise. She said it meant less exertion, and she preferred to be slow and sure, without any risk of over-work. Hogg chose the yellow cat, Tim, and Lee Wing was given Caesar, the c.o.c.katoo.
"Leaving old Fudge for me," Jim said ruefully. "What sort of a chance do you think I"ve got? Never mind, I"m used to being suppressed."
"Good for you," observed Harry. "Now, how about harness?"
"Well, we"ll leave that to individual taste," Jim said. "Here"s a ball of string, and there are plenty of light straps. Mrs. Brown--you"re the leading lady. How shall I harness your prancing steed for you?"
"You will have your joke, Master Jim," retorted Mrs. Brown, bridling and beaming. "Now, I don"t think I"ll harness my poor beastie at all. Give me a couple of sticks to keep his head the right way and to poke him gently, and we"ll beat you all yet!"
Norah and the two boys fixed up fearful and wonderful harness for their nominations--collars of straps, and long string headpieces and reins.
The animals objected strongly to being harnessed, and the process was most entertaining. Mrs. Brown was particularly appreciative, and at length in a paroxysm of mirth narrowly escaped sitting down on the tortoise.
Black Billy"s harness was not extensive. He tied a string round the black Orpington"s leg, and retired to the stable for a few minutes, returning with a bulging pocket, the contents of which he did not communicate. Hogg did not attempt to bit and bridle the yellow cat, which was much annoyed at the whole proceeding. Instead he fixed up a collar and traces of string, and chose a long cane, more, he said, for purposes of defence than for anything else. Lee Wing and Jim harnessed their steeds in the same way--with a long string tied to each leg.
"All ready?" Jim queried. "Toe the line!"
The course was across a small paddock near the house--a distance of about thirty yards--and the compet.i.tors were ranged up with no little difficulty. Luckily, the line was a wide one, admitting of considerable s.p.a.ce between each starter, or the send-off might have been inextricably confused. However, they were all arranged at last, and Jim, in a stentorian voice, gave the word to "Go."
As the signal was given, the drivers urged on their steeds according to their judgment, and with magnificent results.
First to get off the line were the wallabies and the kangaroo. They fled, each his several way, and after them went their drivers, in great haste. The kangaroo had all the best of the start. So remarkable was his bound that he twitched his reins quite out of Norah"s hands, and made for the fence of the paddock. It was an open one, which let him through easily. The wallabies, seeing his shining success, followed his course, and midway managed to entangle their reins, at which Wally and Harry were wildly hauling. Confusion became disorder, and the wallabies at length reduced themselves to a tangle, out of which they had to be a.s.sisted by means of Harry"s pocket knife.
Jim had no luck. The parrot went off well, but very soon seemed to regret his rashness and, despite all Jim"s endeavours, returned with solemnity to the start, where he paused and talked fluently in the mixed language that was all his own. In desperation Jim tried to pull him along, but Fudge simply walked round and round him, until he had exhausted his driver"s patience, and was "turned out."
The most spirited of the compet.i.tors were decidedly the c.o.c.katoo and Tim. They were panting for each other"s blood from the start, and before they had been urged over a quarter of the way they found an opportunity of warfare, and seized it simultaneously. Then the air grew murky with sound--c.o.c.katoo shrieks, mingled with cat calls and fluent Chinese, cutting across Hogg"s good, broad Scots. Naturally, the strings of the harness became fatally twisted immediately, and soon the combatants were bound together with a firmness which not all the efforts of their drivers could undo. A sudden movement of the pair made Lee Wing spring back hastily, whereupon he tripped and stumbled violently against Hogg.
Hogg"s temper was at vanishing point, and this was the last straw.
"Ye pig-tailed image!" he exclaimed furiously. Drawing back, he aimed a blow at Lee Wing, which would have effectively put that gentle Mongolian out of the race had he not dodged quickly. He shouted something in his own language, which was evidently of no complimentary nature, and hurled himself like a yellow tornado upon the angry Scotsman. They struck out at each other with all possible ill-will, but their science was much impeded by the fact that the cat and c.o.c.katoo were fighting fiercely amongst their legs. Finally Lee Wing tripped over Tim, and sat down abruptly, receiving as he did so an impa.s.sioned peck from Caesar which elicited from him a loud yell of anguish. Hogg, attempting to follow up his advantage, was checked suddenly by Jim, who left his parrot to its own devices, and arrived on the scene at full gallop.
"You are a blessed pair of duffers!" said Jim wrathfully. "Look here, if father catches you fighting there"ll be the most awful row--and I"ll be in it too, what"s worse. Clear out, for goodness" sake, before he comes along, and don"t get in each others" road again!" and each nursing bitterness in his heart, the rival gardeners returned to their respective beds of roses and onions.
Left to their own devices, the yellow cat and the c.o.c.katoo departed also, in a turmoil of wrath, with fur and feathers flying in equal proportions. Eventually Tim found discretion the better part of valour and scurried away to the safe shelter of the kitchen, pursued by Caesar with loud shrieks of defiance and victory--sounds of joyful triumph which lasted long after he had regained his perch and been securely fastened by the leg with his hated chain.
Black Billy, meanwhile, had paid strict attention to business. The vagaries of wallabies and kangaroo, of cat and parrot and c.o.c.katoo, had no attraction for the dusky leader of the big black Orpington rooster.
The Orpington--Jonah, Norah called him--was not inclined to race. He had tugged furiously at his leg rope, with much outcry and indignation, until Billy, finding himself alone, owing to the eccentric behaviour of the other starters, had resorted to different tactics by no means devoid of native cunning. Slackening the line, he suddenly produced from his pocket a few grains of wheat, and spread them temptingly before Jonah.
Now Jonah was a tame bird. He was accustomed to being handled, and had only been indignant at the disgrace of bonds. This new departure was something he understood; so he gobbled up the wheat with alacrity and looked up inquiringly for more.
"Right oh!" said Bffly, retiring a few steps down the track and bringing out another grain. Jonah sprang after it, and then was dazzled with the view of two lying yet a few yards farther off. So, feeding and coaxing, black Billy worked his unsuspecting steed across the little paddock.
No one was near when he reached the winning post, to which he promptly tied Jonah, and, his purpose being accomplished, and no need of further bribery being necessary, sat down beside him and meditatively began to chew the remainder of his wheat. Jonah looked indignant, and poked round after more grains, an attention which Billy met with jeers and continued heartless mastication, until the Orpington gave up the quest in disgust, and retired to the limit of his tether. Billy sat quietly, with steadfast glittering eyes twinkling in his dusky face.
"Hallo!" It was Jim"s voice. "Where are all the rest? D"you mean to say you"re the only one to get here?"
Billy grinned silently.
Sounds of mirth floated over the gra.s.s, and Norah, Harry and Wally raced up.
"Where are your mokes?" queried Jim.
"The good knights are dust, Their mokes are rust,"
misquoted Wally cheerfully.
"We don"t know, bless you. Cleared out, harness and all. We"ll have a wallaby and kangaroo hunt after this. Who"s won?"
"Billy," said Jim, indicating that sable hero. "In a common walk. Fed him over. All right, now, Billy, you catch-um kangaroo, wallaby--d"you hear?"
Billy showed a set of amazingly white teeth in a broad grin, and departed swiftly and silently.
"Where"s Lee Wing?"
"Had to tear him off Hogg!" Jim grinned. "You never saw such a shindy.
They"ve retired in bad order."
"Where"s Fudge?"
"Left at the post!"
"Where"s Mrs. Brown--and the tortoise?"
"Great Scott!" Jim looked round blankly. "That never occurred to me.