So Kernel Cob got astride the horse and helped Sweetclover to mount behind him.
"Where are we?" asked Kernel Cob.
"Cuba is right over there," said the sea-horse pointing with his ear.
"Well, let's see if they are there, if you please," said Sweetclover.
"Aye, aye, Miss," he said, and trotted away as nearly like a real horse as he could.
They had gone along for a couple of hours without mishap when a storm came up. At first the sea-horse paid no attention to the storm, but one great big clap of thunder rang out and a flash of lightning struck so close it startled him.
With a great leap, he started forward, his eyes bulging from his head, and, with a stream of foam flung out from his mouth, he turned and raced through the water at a terrific rate, Kernel Cob and Sweetclover clinging to him with all their strength.
"He's a runaway," shouted Kernel Cob and, sure enough, the horse was mad and nothing could stop him. On and on they raced, but everything must come to an end and along about the afternoon, they saw land in the distance.
Toward this he made at breakneck speed and with a final spurt dashed into an inlet where many ships rode at anchor and a large city rose against the sky.
"Hurrah!" shouted Kernel Cob.