. The story of Aaron (so named) : the son of Ben Ali ; told by his friends and acquaintances . e 11 be too late ! When we cross the bridge, we 11 go, Master,said the Son of Ben Ali. Yet the ground was firm and springy, andthe road level. I was so fretted that I bit at theSon of Ben Alis leg. * You wont play when youcome to your journeys end, Grandson of Abdallah,he said. I knew then that we would go fastenough after awhile, and so I fell back a littleand settled down to a swift, steady gallop. Myeasy movements must have pleased the White-haired Master, for he reached forward and gaveme a love-
. The story of Aaron (so named) : the son of Ben Ali ; told by his friends and acquaintances . e 11 be too late ! When we cross the bridge, we 11 go, Master,said the Son of Ben Ali. Yet the ground was firm and springy, andthe road level. I was so fretted that I bit at theSon of Ben Alis leg. * You wont play when youcome to your journeys end, Grandson of Abdallah,he said. I knew then that we would go fastenough after awhile, and so I fell back a littleand settled down to a swift, steady gallop. Myeasy movements must have pleased the White-haired Master, for he reached forward and gaveme a love-lick, saying, Good horse ! So in a little while we came to the bridge, asmall affair, but rickety. On the other side theSon of Ben Ali leaned forward a little, saying,1 Now, Master! The Gray Mare, my sister,leaped away from me with a snort. I threw myhead forward as the White-haired Master gave methe length of the rein, and the Gray Mare, mysister, soon found that she would not have theroad to herself. Within a quarter of a mile, I was runningwith my nose at her flank, and I kept it THE GRAY MARE LEAPED AWAY FROM ME THE BLACK STALLIONS STORY. 165 I could have run past her, but I knew the White-haired Master would give the word for that, andso I kept my place. Yet, I could feel that theGray Mare, my sister, was trying her best to getaway from me. The sound of our feet on the hard road musthave made a terrible clatter. I could hear it flungback at us from the woods on either side. Once,as we were passing a house by the roadside, apack of curs came trooping out at us. This wasmy chance. The Gray Mare, my sister, shied,while I ran right through the pack, knockingthem right and left. The White-haired Master O touched me again, saying, i Good horse ! andshook the reins just a little, but it was the dog I had crippled could yelp twice, Ihad taken the road away from the Gray Mare, mysister. I could hear her coming behind me. Icould hear the Son of Ben Ali slap her
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