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<\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\nFind all the goodies here at the Trading Post!<\/a><\/p>\n Here’s the next book \/ chapter in the game;<\/p>\n Then one day the Drake headed for a small Arabian port. As they approached the small landing, Alec saw a crowd of Arabs milling about in great excitement. Obviously it was not often that a boat stopped there.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n But, as the gangplank went down with a bang, Alec could see that it wasn\u2019t the ship itself that was attracting all the attention. The Arabs were crowding toward the center of the landing. Alec heard a whistle\u2014shrill, loud, clear, unlike anything he had ever heard before. He saw a mighty black horse rear on its hind legs, its forelegs striking out into the air. A white scarf was tied across its eyes. The crowd broke and ran.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n White lather ran from the horse\u2019s body; his mouth was open, his teeth bared. He was a giant of a horse, glistening black\u2014too big to be pure Arabian. His mane was like a crest, mounting, then falling low. His neck was long and slender, and arched to the small, savagely beautiful head. The head was that of the wildest of all wild creatures\u2014a stallion born wild\u2014and it was beautiful, savage, splendid. A stallion with a wonderful physical perfection that matched his savage, ruthless spirit.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Once again the Black screamed and rose on his hind legs. Alec could hardly believe his eyes and ears\u2014a stallion, a wild stallion\u2014unbroken, such as he had read and dreamed about!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Two ropes led from the halter on the horse\u2019s head, and four men were attempting to pull the stallion toward the gangplank. They were going to put him on the ship! Alec saw a dark-skinned man, wearing European dress and a high, white turban, giving directions. In his hand he held a whip. He gave his orders tersely in Arabic. Suddenly he walked to the rear of the horse and let the hard whip fall on the Black\u2019s hindquarters. The stallion bolted so fast that he struck one of the Arabs holding the rope; down the man went and lay still. The Black snorted and plunged; if ever Alec saw hate expressed by a horse, he saw it then. They had him halfway up the plank. Alec wondered where they would put him if they ever did succeed in getting him on the boat.<\/strong><\/em>\u00a03rd book chapter<\/a> (PDF)
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