"I warn you that the risk you are running is great."
"I am not afraid of Pirate, Madam," in a tone which implied that he was not afraid of any horse living. The spirit of antagonism rose up in him, that spirit of antagonism of the human against the animal, that eternal ambition of the one to master the other. And besides, I"m not sure that James didn"t want to show off before the girl--another very human trait in mankind. For my part, I wouldn"t give yesterday"s rose for a man who wouldn"t show off once in a while, when his best girl is around and looking on.
"On your head be it, then,"--a sudden nervousness seizing her. Yet she was as eager to witness the encounter as he was to court it. "William!"
she called. The stable-boy entered, setting aside his broom. "This is James, the new groom. Help him to saddle Pirate."
"Saddle Pirate, Miss Annesley!" cried the boy, his mouth open and his eyes wide.
"You see?" said the girl to Warburton.
"Take down that saddle with the hooded stirrups," said Warburton, briefly. He would ride Pirate now, even if Pirate had been sired in Beelzebub"s stables. He carefully inspected the saddle, the stirrup-straps and the girth. "Very good, indeed. Buckles on saddles are always a hidden menace and a constant danger. Now, bring out Pirate, William."
William brought out the horse, who snorted when he saw the saddle on the floor and the curb on Warburton"s arm.
"There hasn"t been anybody on his back for a year, sir; not since last winter. He"s likely to give you trouble," said the boy. "You can"t put that curb on him, sir; he won"t stand for it a moment. Miss Annesley, hadn"t you better step outside? He may start to kicking. That heavy English snaffle is the best thing I know of. Try that, sir. And don"t let him get his head down, or he"ll do you. Whoa!" as Pirate suddenly took it into his head to leave the barn without any one"s permission.
The girl sprang lightly into one of the empty stalls and waited. She was greatly excited, and the color in her cheeks was not borrowed from the poppies. She saw the new groom take Pirate by the forelock, and, quicker than words can tell, Mr. Pirate was angrily champing the cold bit. He reared. Warburton caught him by the nose and the neck. Pirate came down, trembling with rage.
"Here, boy; catch him here," cried Warburton. William knew his business, and he grasped the bridle close under Pirate"s jaws. "That"s it. Now hold him."
Warburton picked up the saddle and threw it over Pirate"s glossy back.
Pirate waltzed from side to side, and shook his head wickedly. But the man that was to mount him knew all these signs. Swiftly he gathered up the end of the belly-band strap and ran it through the iron ring. In and out he threaded it, drawing it tighter and tighter. He leaped into the saddle and adjusted the stirrups, then dismounted.
"I"ll take him now, William," said James, smiling.
"All right, sir," said William, glad enough to be relieved of all further responsibility.
James led Pirate into the small court and waited for Miss Annesley, who appeared in the doorway presently.
"James, I regret that I urged you to ride him. You will be hurt," she said. Her worry was plainly visible on her face.
James smiled his pleasantest and touched his hat.
"Very well, then; I have warned you. If he bolts, head him for a tree.
That"s the only way to stop him."
James shortened the bridle-rein to the required length, took a firm grip on Pirate"s mane, and vaulted into the saddle. Pirate stood perfectly still. He shook his head. James talked to him and patted his sleek neck, and touched him gently with his heel. Then things livened up a bit. Pirate waltzed, reared, plunged, and started to do the _pas seul_ on the flower-beds. Then he immediately changed his mind. He decided to re-enter the stables.
"Don"t let him get his head down!" yelled William, nimbly jumping over a bed of poppies and taking his position beside his mistress.
"The gates, William! The gates!" cried the girl, excitedly. "Only one is open. He will not be able to get through."
William scampered down the driveway and swung back the iron barrier.
None too soon! Like a black shadow, Pirate flashed by, his rider"s new derby rolling in the dust.
The girl stood in the doorway, her hands pressed against her heart. She was as white as the clouds that sailed overhead.
X
PIRATE
On the opposite side of the road there was a stone wall about five feet in height; beyond this was a broad, rolling field, and farther on, a barb-wire fence and a boggy stream which oozed its way down toward the Potomac. Far away across the valley the wooded hills were drying and withering and thinning, with splashes of yellow and red. A flock of birds speckled the fleecy October clouds, and a mild breeze sent the gra.s.ses shivering.
Toward the wall Pirate directed his course. Warburton threw back his full weight. The effort had little or no effect on Pirate"s mouth. His rider remembered about the tree, but the nearest was many yards away.
Over the wall they went, and down the field. Pirate tried to get his head down, but he received a check. Score one for the man. Warburton, his legs stiffened in the stirrups, his hands well down, his breath coming in gasps, wondered where they would finally land. He began to use his knees, and Pirate felt the pressure. He didn"t like it at all.
Oddly enough, Warburton"s leg did not bother him as he expected it would, and this gave him confidence. On, on; the dull pounding of Pirate"s feet, the flying sod, the wind in his face: and when he saw the barb-wire fence, fear entered into him. An inch too low, a stumble, and serious injuries might result. He must break Pirate"s gait.
He began to saw cow-boy fashion. Pirate grew very indignant: he was being hurt. His speed slackened none, however; he was determined to make that fence if it was the last thing he ever did. He"d like to see any man stop him. He took the deadly fence as with the wings of a bird.
But he found that the man was still on his back. He couldn"t understand it. He grew worried. And then he struck the red-brown muck bordering the stream. The muck flew, but at every bound Pirate sank deeper, and the knees of his rider were beginning to tell. Warburton, full of rage, yet not unreasonable rage, quickly saw his chance. Once more he threw back his weight; this time to the left. Pirate"s head came stubbornly around; his gait was broken, he was floundering in the stream. Now Warburton used his heels savagely. He shortened the reins and whacked Mr. Pirate soundly across the ears. Pirate plunged and reared and, after devious evolutions, reached solid ground. This time his head was high in the air, and, try as he would, he could not lower his neck a solitary inch.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "He"s a newspaper man and makes his living by telling lies."--ACT II.]
Warburton knew that the animal could not make the barb-wire fence again, so he waltzed him along till he found a break in the wire. Over this Pirate bounded, snorting. But he had met a master. Whether he reared or plunged, waltzed or ran, he could not make those ruthless knees relent in their pressure. He began to understand what all beasts understand, sooner or later--the inevitable mastery of man. There was blood in his nostrils. A hand touched his neck caressingly. He shook his head; he refused to conciliate. A voice, kindly but rather breathless, addressed him. Again Pirate shook his head; but he did not run, he cantered. Warburton gave a sigh of relief. Over the field they went. A pull to the left, and Pirate wheeled; a pull to the right, and again Pirate answered, and cantered in a circle. But he still shook his head discontentedly, and the froth that spattered Warburton"s legs was flecked with blood. The stirrup-strap began to press sharply and hurtfully against Warburton"s injured leg. He tugged, and Pirate fell into a trot. He was mastered.
After this Warburton did as he pleased; Pirate had learned his lesson.
His master put him through a dozen manoeuvers, and he was vastly satisfied with the victory. In the heat of the battle Warburton had forgotten all about where and what he was; and it was only when he discerned far away a sunbonnet with fluttering strings peering over the stone wall, and a boy in leggings standing on top of the wall, that he recollected. A wave of exhilaration swept through his veins. He had conquered the horse before the eyes of the one woman.
He guided Pirate close to the wall, and stopped him, looked down into the girl"s wonder-lit eyes and smiled cheerfully. And what is more, she smiled faintly in acknowledgment. He had gained, in the guise of a groom, what he might never have gained in any other condition of life, the girl"s respect and admiration. Though a thorough woman of the world, high-bred, wellborn, she forgot for the moment to control her features; and as I have remarked elsewhere, Warburton was a shrewd observer.
"Bully, Mr. Osborne!" shouted William, leaping down. "It was simply great!"
"There are some bars farther down," said the girl, quietly. "William, run and open them."
Warburton flushed slightly. He could not tell how she had accomplished it, whether it was the tone or the gesture, but she had calmly reestablished the barrier between mistress and servant.
"I think I"ll put him to the wall again," said the hero, seized by a rebel spirit.
He wheeled Pirate about and sent him back at a run. Pirate balked.
Round he went again, down the field and back. This time he cleared the wall with a good foot to spare. The victory was complete.
When it was all over, and Pirate was impatiently munching an extra supply of oats, the girl bade Mr. James to report early the following morning.
"I hope I shall please you, Madam."
"Address me as Miss Annesley from now on," she said; and nodding shortly, she entered the house.
To Warburton, half the pleasure of the victory was gone; for not a word of praise had she given him. Yet, she had answered his smile. Well, he had made a lackey out of himself; he had no right to expect anything but forty dollars a month and orders.
He broke his word with me. He did not return to the house that night for dinner. In fact, he deliberately sent for his things, explaining that he was called North and wouldn"t have time to see them before he left. It took all my persuasive oratory to smooth the troubled waters, and then there were areas upon which my oil had no effect whatever.
"He is perfectly heartless!" cried Nancy. "He couldn"t go to the emba.s.sy, but he could steal away and play poker all night with a lot of idling Army officers. And now he is going off to Canada without even seeing us to say good-by. Charlie, there is something back of all this."
"I"ll bet it"s a woman," said Jack, throwing a scrutinizing glance at me. But I was something of a diplomat myself, and he didn"t catch me napping. "Here"s a telegram for him, too."