Part 12 (1/2)
16.
Alec never knew how he got through the rest of that day in school. All that he could think of was that a week from today he'd be racing the Black against Cyclone and Sun Raider! Somehow, he still couldn't believe that all this was happening to him-Alec Ramsay.
That night after dinner, he walked into the living room where his father was reading. He sat down in a chair and nervously turned the pages of a magazine. His father looked up from his paper.
”Received a letter from Mother today, Alec. She's getting a big kick out of Chicago and seeing your aunt again. Says if everything is okay here, she'll stay three weeks. That all right with you?”
”Sure, Dad.” Alec smiled. ”You're a good cook!”
His father laughed. ”Exams at school will be starting pretty soon now, won't they, son?”
”Monday.”
His father lit his pipe and then picked up the paper again. He turned to the sports section. ”Ready for 'em?” he asked.
”Guess so.”
The room became silent. Alec turned more pages of his magazine, and then looked up at his father whose face was hidden behind the spread newspaper. Thick smoke curled upward toward the ceiling. Alec cleared his throat and was just about to speak when his father's voice broke the silence.
”All anybody can read in the sports section these days is news about that horse race out in Chicago next Sat.u.r.day. Wonder who the devil this mystery horse is that Jim Neville's got into the race?”
Alec's pulses raced. ”Dad-”
”Yes, son?”
”Dad, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. You see-”
His father once again let the paper fall on his lap and looked at him.
Alec couldn't keep his voice from faltering. ”The mystery horse-the mystery horse,” he stammered, ”is the Black.”
His father looked at his son in amazement. The room was still. ”You mean, Alec, that the Black is the horse everyone's been talking about-he's the mystery horse?”
”That's right, Dad.” Alec rose from his chair and went to the window; he drew the curtain to the side and then let it fall again.
”But who's going to ride him in a race like that?” Mr. Ramsay asked.
Alec tried to swallow, but nothing seemed to go down. ”I am,” he answered softly.
The doorbell rang. ”I'll answer it, Dad,” Alec said with relief. He knew it would be Henry answering his signal from the window.
Henry came in and removed his old brown hat. He gave Alec a knowing glance. ”Evening, Mr. Ramsay,” he said matter-of-factly.
”h.e.l.lo, Henry,” Alec's father answered. ”Glad you're here. You must be in on this, too. Now tell me what the devil's been going on between you two and the Black? I had a hunch something was up but I never dreamed it was anything as stupendous as this!”
”It's quite a long story,” Henry said. Then for the next half-hour he told about the training of the Black, and Alec's midnight rides at Belmont. Alec watched his father as he listened intently to Henry. How would he take it-he loved horses himself, but would he let him ride? It was a good thing Mom wasn't here!
When Henry finished, his father turned to him. ”Leave us alone a few minutes, will you, Alec, please?”
Alec nodded and climbed the stairs to his room. Henry looked at Mr. Ramsay. ”You've got to let him ride in that race,” he said. ”His heart and soul are wrapped up in it! Alec isn't the same boy that you sent to India last summer. You know that as well as I do. But he's a better man for it!”
”But, Henry, it's such a dangerous race for him to go into-and on that wild horse!”
”Not any more dangerous than what he's faced many times since that boat went down in the ocean. I've grown to know your boy pretty well within the last few months, and I can honestly say that he's different from any of us. He's found something that we never will, because we'll never go through the experiences that he's had to.” Henry paused a few seconds. ”Besides,” he continued, ”I'd be mighty proud to have a boy that could ride that black stallion-something, I'm certain, no one else in the world can do!”
Mr. Ramsay rose and walked across the room. He didn't say anything for a few minutes; then he walked toward the stairs. ”Okay, Henry,” he said. ”I'll tell Alec he can ride!”
Jim Neville telephoned Henry the next day to tell him that everything was all set for the Black. The s.h.i.+pping charges to Chicago for the three horses would be taken care of from the proceeds of the race, as would all the rest of the charges to and from the track. Cyclone and Sun Raider were leaving Monday or Tuesday, so they could get in a couple of workouts before the race.
Henry couldn't tell him when the Black would be ready to leave; he had to ask Alec first.
”Whatever you do,” Jim said, ”don't run him over at Belmont any more. I'm trying to keep the mystery horse's ident.i.ty a secret, because if it ever got out you'd be swarmed with reporters and it would only make the last few days all the more hectic. The Black is going to have enough excitement as it is!” Jim paused. ”You're sure he's in good condition, Henry?” he asked. ”Boy, I've gone way out on a limb with him. Got to wondering whether I'd been dreaming about that night-that's why I keep looking at this stopwatch in my desk drawer; it's the only thing that restores my confidence.”
Henry laughed. ”Sure,” he said, ”he's in tiptop shape!”
A few minutes after he had hung up, Alec came into the barn.
”Jim just called,” Henry said. ”Everything's all set for s.h.i.+pping the Black and stabling him out there-not going to be any expenses at all!” Henry looked out at the stallion in the field. ”When can we shove off, Alec? Cyclone and Sun Raider are leaving tomorrow at the latest; that means they'll have a few days to get accustomed to the track.”
”Just got through talking with Dad again,” answered Alec. ”He's letting me ride under one condition-that I stay until I finish my exams.”
”How long is that?”
”I start 'em tomorrow and have my last one Thursday morning.”
”Whew! And the race is Sat.u.r.day,” said Henry.
”Yes, and Dad insists we go out there by train. He called the station and found out there's a train that leaves Thursday afternoon that'll get us into Chicago early Friday morning. It's the only fair thing to do, Henry, and he has been swell about the whole thing.”
”You're right, son. And that isn't so bad-gets us there a day ahead of time. Maybe it's just as well we aren't getting there too early, seeing it's the Black we're racin'.”
Alec laid down his pen. There, his last exam was over! He blotted his paper carefully and looked up at the clock. Almost noon. He'd have to hurry if they were going to make the three o'clock train. He handed his paper to the teacher and walked out of the room.
In the hall he met Whiff and Bill. ”How was it?” Bill asked.
”Not so bad,” Alec replied, going right ahead. They fell into step with him.
”What's the hurry?” Whiff asked.
”Have to get home-some work to do,” Alec answered. There was going to be plenty of work before they got the Black on the train.
”How're you comin' with the Black?” Whiff asked.
”Okay. Why don't you guys come around any more?”
”No, thanks,” Whiff answered. ”Not any more of that horse for me-he looks too dangerous!”
”Me, either,” agreed Bill. ”Talkin' about horses, how'd you like to be ridin' in that big race-day after tomorrow?”