The people came to the doors and gazed in awe at this mysterious stranger who had tamed Jed Clark’s wildest outlaw; and with such a saddle. Scott was beginning to wonder where the horse would take him and how he would ever get off, when the supervisor rode suddenly out of the alley ahead of him. At the sight of the other horse the black stopped for an instant, and Scott took advantage of the opportunity to dismount.
The supervisor jumped from his horse and hurried to meet him. “By George,” he exclaimed, grasping Scott’s hand, “I’m glad to see you. I was just starting out to look for your remains. You must be some rider.”
“No,” Scott laughed, “but I had some ride. I was just wondering how I would ever get off when you rescued me.”
The big horse was used to being led by his bridle and stood quietly enough.
Mr. McGoorty ran up puffing and grabbed Scott’s hand away from Mr. Ramsey. “Begorra, young man, I’m proud to shake your hand. You can come from Massachusetts or Peru or any place you please, now, and the boys will have nothing to say about it. Here, let me put that horse in my stable.”
Scott caressed the big black and gave him another lump of sugar before he let McGoorty lead him away.
“Yes,” said Mr. Ramsey, “you’ve made good with the boys all right. Here they come now and you’ll find them different.”
And they were. It was half an hour before Mr. Ramsey could tear Scott away from them and get him up to the office.
CHAPTER III
SCOTT FINDS A NEW HOME