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(Black Beauty Neighs)

- Beauty.

(rocks sliding)

- What are you doing here?

(Black Beauty neighs)

- Somebody in there?

(Black Beauty neighs)

- Albert?

(Black Beauty continues to neigh)

- Albert. Albert. You in there?

(footsteps)

- Albert?

- Albert. It's me, Ned.

(voice echo's)

- Careful. Careful, Ned. Don't make too much noise.

- Why not?

- You'll bring the whole place down.

- What is this place anyway?

- An old Tin Mine. Half a mile of passages back there.

Anyway. Why are you following me?

- I wasn't. I just saw Black Beauty.

What's in the sack?

- My treasure.

I keep it hidden in the old Tin Mine in a secret place.

- Why didn't you tell me? Don't you trust me, Albert?

- Trust you? I don't trust anybody.

Not with my special things.

- What things?

What is it?

- The inside of a clock.

- Does it go?

- No, of course not.

All right then.

- Where'd you get it?

- It's my granddad's knife.

- Let's see it Albert.

It's got a cork screw even.

(Albert chuckles)

- Here! What's this here?

- Oh, that's for taking stones at horses hoofs.

- Oh.

(Black Beauty neighs)

- What is it boy?

(Black Beauty wines)

- What's the matter?

- He thinks there's somebody watching us.

(footsteps)

- Come out! Show yourself!

What are you spying on us for?

- Spying? Don't be absurd.

What are you doing on my uncle's land?

- Your Uncle?

- Squire Armstrong. I'm Charles Armstrong.

And this is private property.

- Is that so? Well we live here.

- You're tenant boys are you?

Is that one of my uncle's horses?

- No, it's not!

- It's Dr. Gordons!

- Quite a handsome animal.

(Black Beauty neighs)

- Tell me the way back to the hall.

I'm not sure of the direction from here.

- I'm a stranger here myself.

- You, you're a local.

- Arg.

- Now let me see.

Now, if you were going to the east, at the Royal Oak,

that would take to the forward and on there a quarry road.

Past the Carpenters Arms, left at three miles fork,

cut across nine mills field. And you can't miss it.

- There's nothing but woods for miles that way.

- Ah, he'll be lucky if he's home on time for supper.

(boys laughing)

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(hoofs stepping on gravel)

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- Morning Tom.

- [Tom] Morning Lads.

Don't you go riding through that field at yonder?

- Why not?

- Sheep are going to have their lambs soon.

They mustn't be disturbed.

(sheep wines)

- Righto, Tom.

- You haven't seen Master Charles on your travels, have you?

- No!

- Well, I was looking for him.

Seems he's late for supper.

Squire gets real angry with people who keep him waiting.

- Well, uh, if we see him,

we'll tell him to go straight home, all right?

Come on Beauty.

- Bye Tom.

- Bye

- Bye, lads.

(hoofs on gravel)

- I wonder where he is?

I don't want to get him into trouble.

- Beauty can find him.

- Yeah. Come on, Beauty.

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- Where's Charles?

- Find him Beauty.

(gunshot sounds)

(Black Beauty wines)

- You all right Ned?

- Just. What was it?

- Come on, Beauty. Come on, boy.

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- What do you think you are doing?

- What do you mean?

- Firing that gun near a Lambing Field?

- Near the what?

- The lamb field.

There's sheep there that'll have their lambs any day now!

And if you frighten them, you can do a lot of damage!

- I was just trying to attract someone's attention.

I was lost.

- And don't you know any better than to shoot near horses?

- I beg your pardon.

- I should think so. I got thrown off.

- If you can't ride properly, hat's your problem.

Now kindly mind your own business.

- And if you did know anything about horses,

you wouldn't get lost.

- What do you mean?

- If you told your horse to take you home,

he would've taken you.

- Don't be ridiculous. This is a thoroughbred,

not a farm horse like yours.

- Black beauty could beat that old nag of yours any day.

- Do you want to prove it?

- Prove it?

- I'll challenge you to a race. This afternoon.

- Go on, Albert.

- All right.

- [Charles] It's time you learned your lesson.

Let's see who's the better rider on the better horse.

- Right.

This afternoon!

Come on then.

- Are you sure you can win?

- I've seen the way they ride.

- Don't underestimate that horse of theirs.

I don't want the family name laughed at round here.

So you'd better win.

You beat them.

I'll double your allowance.

- So what are you going to bet on the race?

A gold sovereign?

- Well, I don't have any money, do you?

- No.

- You'll have to bet something.

Well, you afraid to risk it?

- I don't have anything!

- What about your knife that's worth a sovereign.

- My granddad's knife?

- The one you had at the mine. I'll accept that.

- You're on. Now remember, it's around the woods,

towards the big tree beyond the lambing field.

- Right?

- Right.

- Come on, Beauty. I don't wanna lose that knife,

and we could do with a sovereign.

- Right.

Get ready.

(hoofs retreating)

- Get!

(hoofs retreating)

- Go.

(hoofs racing)

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- Come on boy!

(hoofs racing)

- I got to win!

Come on boy!

Quickly! Come on!

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- Come on, Beauty. We mustn't worry the sheep. Come on.

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- Easy boy.

(sheep wining)

(hoofs retreat)

(sheep wining)

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- Well done, Beauty!

I'm gonna buy you a present when we get that sovereign!

- It seems I won after all.

- Well, who won?

I was here first, Uncle.

- Well done Charles!

I knew you'd show him how a true gentleman rides.

- Well come on, pay up.

- I have to go to the mine and get it.

- Get what?

I bet a sovereign against an old clasp knife,

that I'd win.

- You did what?

- We had to race for something.

- You'll take nothing from him.

Be satisfied with teaching him a lesson. Now come along.

- Come on.

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(sheep wining)

- I can't do much more here, Mr. Axel.

- What happened here?

- Well, from the hoof marks,

someone galloped right across the field!

- In that race.

Do you know anything about this?

- No, Uncle!

- Then it must have been that other boy

on that doctor's horse.

- I warned him this morning to keep out of this field.

- They'll pay for this.

They won't get away with it, this time. Come on.

- Well you, you mustn't get upset about losing.

Just remember in future that beauty isn't a race horse.

Are you, Beauty?

- Well, at least you didn't lose your knife.

- Hm? What knife?

- Albert bet his clasp knife on the race.

- But Squire Armstrong wouldn't let his nephew accept it.

- I'm afraid I don't agree with Mr. Armstrong.

You must honour your debts.

Oh yes, now you must take that knife around to the hall

and leave it there for Charles Armstrong,

whether he wants it or not.

You must learn to accept responsibility for what you do.

Go on, off you go.

I'll take care of Beauty.

(chickens clucking)

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- Hey! Wait for me! Wait for me!

(Beauty wines)

(hoofs retreating)

- Oh, here you are.

Squire's really angry with you this time.

- [Both] What for?

- It's a bad business. A bad business.

- The result is three of my sheep had lost their lambs.

- I just can't believe

that Albert would do a thing like that.

- Well, it certainly wasn't my nephew, Charles.

I demand full compensation.

- You shall have it.

If it's true to be Albert's fault.

Good day to you.

- It must have been Charles.

- That's how he was ahead of me.

He cut across the field.

- Are you gonna tell Squire Armstrong?

- He wouldn't believe me.

(horse neighs)

- That's Charles's horse!

He's come to steal your knife!

- Right.

- What are you gonna do?

- Punch him in the nose!

- Charles!

Charles, I saw you in there!

(rocks crashing down)

- Don't worry. It often does that.

- Look, how are we going to find him?

- Well you stand guard here.

I'll go search the passages.

It would be easy if I had a lantern though.

- I've got three matches I think.

- Have you? I'll go find something to burn!

(footsteps retreating)

- Charles. Charles Armstrong. You hear me?

We're coming in after you.

(hoofs running)

- Oh hello Beauty.

What are you doing here? Are you worried about us?

- Charles Armstrong!

(rocks crashing)

- Ned!

- Come on! This way! It's all caving in.

- Ned? Ned!

Ned! Ned! Ned!

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- We're trapped! There's no other way out.

- It's all my fault.

- It's me that shouted.

- But it's all my fault. The race and everything.

- I cheated.

- And you came to steal Albert's knife?

- Oh no, no I didn't!

(Albert grunting)

- It's no use, Beauty. It's no use, they're buried!

- There's a small chance, mind you there.

They got into one of the tunnels.

The problem is where to start digging.

- I lied to my uncle, but I'm not a thief.

- Did you just want to get Albert into trouble?

- No! I was desperate to win the race,

but I couldn't let my uncle find out I cheated.

That's why I didn't tone up.

And then I was afraid to tell him I'd been lying.

I'd let down the family honour.

- Well, I never own up to anything myself either.

- Come on. Let's go this way.

- Ned! Ned!

(Beauty neighs)

- Beauty! Beauty come back!

(Beauty wines)

- What is it Beauty? Can you hear them?

(Beauty wines)

- There's something there!

What is it Beauty?

Well get off it then and I'll see what it is.

Come on. Back, Back.

It's a ventilation shaft.

Well done Beauty!

(Albert groaning)

- Do you think they'll ever find us?

- Yeah. Albert will do something. Him and Beauty.

- I'm sorry for everything.

All I wanted to do was make friends with you and Albert,

but I didn't know how!

- Well did a funny way about it.

Ow!

Well, that's the last match.

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(chain rattling)

(door creaking)

(Beauty wining)

- [Albert] Ned! Ned are you there?

- Albert?

Albert, we're here. Both of us.

- Hang on, we'll get you out!

(Beauty neighs)

(boys grunting)

- What kept you?

- See? He's got your things, Albert.

- No, I didn't come to steal your knife.

I put something there.

The gold sovereign you should have won.

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- It appears I owe you an apology, doctor.

My nephew was owned up at last and taken his punishment.

- I hope you weren't too severe, Mr. Armstrong.

After all,

the boy couldn't have realised the harm he would do.

- It's the fact that he didn't confess at once.

All I can say for him is

that he took his punishment like a gentleman.

- Yes, I'm sure he did.

- And to make certain that he gets into no more mischief,

I have forbidden him to see those boys again.

Good day to you sir.

(hoofs running)

- [Both] Good Morning, Squire.

- Come on.

- I'm going home tomorrow.

But when I visit my uncle again, can I come and see you?

- [both] Of course! Why not.

(beauty neighs)

(boys laugh)

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