He was ahead!
I was ahead!
He was ahead!
The crowd was screaming deliriously. I saw thousands of faces flash by, all with their mouths wide open. The roar just gave me more energy still.
The finish line!
FLASH! FLASH! The cameras went off.
ZOOM! I blew across the line. Exactly two feet ahead of the other stallion.
I had won!
I think it was the first time in my entire life I'd ever won any kind of athletic contest. Sure, I was a horse, but hey, a victory is a victory.
Chapter 17
Fortunately, in between running from stable hands and trying to find me, everyone in the group had managed to acquire a horse morph.
We flew out to the Dry Lands. It was a long trip, made even longer by the fact that the entire time we had the same conversation, over and over.
"AII I'm saying is think of how cool it would be," Marco pleaded. "We morph racehorses—"
"l don't think so, Marco," Jake said.
"— then, using our human abilities we figure out if we think we can win, and the others put money down."
"Not happening, Marco," Rachel said.
"We start out betting whatever we have saved. Like I have about twenty dollars. But if we bet that at say, three-to-one odds, before you know it — "
"Marco, forget it, okay?" I said. "lt wouldn't be right."
"— we'd have sixty dollars. Bet that at three-to-one odds you have a hundred and eighty. Then bet that and you have five forty! Then sixteen hundred twenty! Then four thousand eight hundred and sixty!"
"How is it you can multiply in your head like that?" Rachel asked. "You barely scrape by in your math classes."
"lt's a whole different thing when you're multiplying money," Marco said.
"A whole different thing." .
We repeated this conversation with small variations all the way to the Dry Lands.
"Hey," Tobias said. "l think we're in luck. Isn't that the same bunch of horses we saw be-fore?"
"The modest horses?" Jake asked.
"Yep. That is them," Tobias confirmed. "l remember the markings. Look at the way they move."
Down below, my osprey eyes spied the horses. They were walking almost in a line. Like soldiers.
Not like wild horses. But alongside the disciplined group were other horses. These other horses were moving normally.
"l think our main group of horse-Controllers has picked up a few tagalongs. It would make sense. The real horses don't know these are Yeerk-infested horses. So they hook up, figuring to be part of the same herd."
"And look where they're headings Marco said. "Right toward the base.
Right into Zone Ninety-one."
"l understand what a racetrack is now: a place where horses chase each other in circles as humans scream. But what exactly is this Zone Ninety- one?" Ax asked. "You were all talking about it before, but I am still confused."
"Youprobably already know what's going on at Zone Ninety-one," Marco said darkly.
Jake sighed. "lt's a secret base. They say it's a place where the government is hiding an alien spacecraft that supposedly crashed here about fifty years ago "Who is they?"Ax asked.
"Marco is they,"Rachel said. "Nuts. Wackos. Conspiracy freaks.
People who go on the Internet and call themselves DarkTruth or whatever."
"Ah," Ax said, like he understood.
Marco was right about one thing, however: The horses were heading directly into the base.
Of course, so were other horses. Horses not connected to the band of horse-Controllers.
"lf you want to infiltrate a heavily guarded base, what better way?" I admitted. "l saw horses wandering through the base when we were there."
"True," Jake said. "And if you want to watch a group of horse- Controllers, what better way than to join the herd, just like those others did? Let's fly up ahead. Morph to horse. And join up with this bunch. See where they go. What they do."
"Power those wings," Tobias said cheerfully. "We still have some flying to do."
"AII I'm saying is, think of how cool it would be," Marco began again.
It took ten minutes to get far enough ahead of the horse-Controller herd with its stray tagalongs. We hid behind some rocks and morphed into our horse bodies. This time we did it quickly. Before base security could begin to think someone was in the rocks.
Once we were morphed I realized we had a problem. "We look way too good to be scruffy old wild horses," I said. "We need to roll in the dirt a little. Run through some brambles. Look like we've been living out in the wild, not in pampered barns."
By the time the horse-Controllers passed by, we were six dirty, dusty, scruffy-looking beasts. But we were also the coolest-looking wild horses anyone would ever see. After all, one of us could be going on to win the Kentucky Derby.
"Here they come," Jake said. "Just try to act natural."
The horse herd came ambling by. A couple of the "real" horses raised their heads to give us a suspicious look and a sniff. But the horse-Controllers totally ignored us.
I resisted my idiot horse urge to challenge the other stallions to mortal combat. We fell into step, not close, but not too far from the others.
And we walked, with the slow CLOP-CLOP-CLOP of horses, right into the heart of the fabled Zone 91.
Chapter 18
The whole herd of us wandered onto the base. We wandered past even more intense warning signs. The last one actually said YOU MAY BE SHOT.
We wandered right past men and women armed with submachine guns.
No one suspected horses.
Of course, if anyone had heard what we heard next, they would definitely have been suspicious.
"Hullak fimul fallanta gehel. Call is feellos."
"Who said that?" I asked.
"Um . . . that horse said it," Rachel said.
"Yall hellem. Fimul chall killim fullat!"
"And that was another horse. We're trapped in a Mister Edrerun," Marco said. "We are in the Nick at Night zone."
"That's Galard!"Ax said. "They're speaking Galard! "
"Two questions," Jake said tersely. "What's Galard,and can they hear us thought-speak? And answer the second question first."
"No. They can't hear us. Galardis a sort of universal language spoken by different races throughout the galaxy. It's what people speak when they come from different species and don't share the same language.
These horses must have been fitted with speech synthesizers."
"Why wouldn't Yeerks be speaking Yeerk or whatever?" I asked.
"l don't know," Ax admitted. "But the standard speech synthesizers use Galard.Maybe they acquired less sophisticated speech synthesizers.
Sometimes it's easier to get older, less cutting-edge technology."
"You mean they bought speech synthesizers on sale?" Rachel asked.
"At the Pluto Wal-Mart," Marco said.
"Ax, can you understand what they said?" Jake asked.