Boy"s grave eyes became graver and more self-contained. At once she was alert and had locked all her doors. In that firm, courageous face of hers there was no curiosity, no unkindness, and least of all no fear.
The young man glancing at her thought he had never seen such strength manifest in any face; and it was not the strength that is based on hardness, for she was paler than her wont.
Then she spoke.
Her voice, deep as a bell and very quiet, surprised him in the silence.
He had not expected it, and yet somehow it seemed to him beautifully appropriate.
"Good morning, Mr. Joses," said the voice, and that was all; but it wrought a miracle.
"Yes," growled the man in the wayside, "it wasn"t you: it was Silver."
The young man"s face flashed white. He pulled up instantaneously.
"What"s that?" he said.
Boy, riding on, called sharply over her shoulder:
"Come on, Mr. Silver!"
Reluctant as a dog to leave an enemy, the young man obeyed, and caught up the other two.
"Little bit o" bitter," muttered the old man. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "I got him five year for himself," he went on querulously.
"And now he ain"t satisfied. No pleasin" some folk."
CHAPTER x.x.xIII
The Gallop
On the Mare"s Back a little group was awaiting the party.
There was Monkey Brand, Albert, and a sheeted horse, patrolling lazily up and down; while Billy Bluff lay on the ground hard by and gnawed his paw.
Ever since, years back, Joses had struck the paw with a stone Billy had bestowed a quite unfair amount of attention on it, spending all his spare time doctoring his favourite. There was nothing whatever the matter with it, but if he continued his attentions long enough there might be some day, and he would then be rewarded for his patient labours by having a real injury to mend.
It was somewhat misty up there on the hill, though clear above; the sea was wrapt in a white blanket, and the Coastguard Station at the Gap was invisible.
A little remote from the others in body and spirit, Jerry, deep in philosophic doubt, was walking Lollypop up and down--Lollypop, now a sage and rather superior veteran of seven; while on a mound hard by was Stanley on the pretty Make-Way-There.
The course was two miles round, running along the top of the hill over fences that looked stark and formidable in the gray.
"Strip him," grunted Old Mat.
Albert and Monkey Brand went swiftly to work.
A great brown horse, gaunt and ugly as a mountain-goat, emerged. His legs were like palings; his ears long and wide apart, and there was something immensely masculine about him. He looked, with his great plain head, the embodiment of Work and Character: a piece of old furniture designed for use and not for ornament, ma.s.sive, many-cornered, and shining from centuries of work and wear.
That lean head of his, hollow above the eyes, and with a pendent upper lip, was so ugly as to be almost laughable; and his lazy and luminous eye looked out on the world with a drolling, almost satirical, air, as much as to say:
"It"s all a great bore, but it might well be worse."
"A thundering great hoss," muttered Old Mat. "I don"t know as ever I see his equal for power. Cannibal stood as high, but he hadn"t the girth on him. And Cannibal was a man-eatin" mule, he was. Savage you soon as look at you. I never went into his loose-box without a pitchfork. I seen him pull his jockey off by the toe of his boot afore now. But him!--he"s a Christian. A child could go in to him and climb on to his back by way of his hind-leg. Look at them "ocks," he continued in the low, musing voice of the mystic. "Lift you over a house. And a head on him like a pippopotamus."
Jim Silver"s eyes followed the line of the horse"s quarters.
"He"s come on a lot since Christmas," he remarked. "He"s less ragged than he was."
"You could hang your hat on him yet, though," said the old man. "Walk him round, Brand."
The little jockey, now in the saddle, obeyed.
Four-Pound-the-Second shook his head and, blowing his nose, strode round with that wonderful swing from the hocks which made Mr. Haggard once say that the horse walked like a Highland regiment marching to the pipes.
"He"s on C springs," said Mat, watching critically. "See where he puts his hind-feet--nigh a foot in front of the marks of his fore; and I don"t know as I knows a knowin"er hoss. Look at that head-piece. He"s all the while a-thinkin", that hoss is. That"s the way he"s bred. If they"re much with human beings they picks up our tricks, same as dogs.
He"d take to drink, he would, only he ain"t got the cash."
Boy had stripped off her long riding-coat and sat on the tall Silvertail, a slight figure in breeches and boots, her white shirt fluttering in the wind, her face calm and resolute.
Mat kicked his pony forward.
"Four-mile spin and let him spread himself," he grunted. "I want to see him move to-day. And you, Jerry, ride that Lollypop out. He"ll save himself if you"ll let him. First time round over fences, Boy. Then you and Jerry"ll pull out and Stanley"ll pick up the running and take him round again over the flat. Now!"
Boy and Jerry set their horses going quietly. The girl"s head was on her shoulder, watching if the horse she was to pace was coming along.
He was thinking about it. Monkey Brand, handling him with the wonderful tact of a nurse with a delicate child, gathered the great horse quietly, clicking at him. Four-Pound-the-Second broke into a reluctant canter.
Billy Bluff began to romp and bark.
The young horse had found the excuse he sought, swung away from his leader, and began to buck round in a circle, propping and plunging.
"Put the dog on the lead, Albert," ordered the girl, trotting back.
She and Jerry tried again, cantering past the rebel, calling and coaxing.
Four-Pound-the-Second went marching round in a circle, champing at his bit, thrashing with his tail, and every now and then flinging a make-believe buck, as much as to say:
"I could throw you if I would, but I won"t, because I like you too much."
Monkey Brand, wise and patient, humoured him.
"Let him take his time," called Boy. "_Steady, lad, steady!_"
Old Mat watched grimly.
"I thought as much," he muttered. "He ain"t "alf a little rogue. "Tain"t temper, eether. He"s the temper of a h"angel and the const.i.tootion of a h"ox. It"s that he just won"t. For all the world like a great spoilt boy. He"s _mischeevous_. He wants to give trouble because that amooses him. I"ve known him sulk in his gallop afore now because Billy Bluff wasn"t up here to watch him. Where it is to-day he wants _her_ to ride him. He don"t care about n.o.body else when _she"s_ about."
Boy had ridden back to the young horse.