MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



lion, I looked up with a sigh, wishing that I 

 could change places with him. I thought I 

 was more fit to handle the statue. We reached 

 the stables, though, and got in without acci- 

 dent. 



We got back to the hotel and the tempera- 

 ture began to drop rapidly. The clouds were 

 getting black, especially round Vesuvius. 

 The wind howled and within an hour the hail 

 was battering the blinds off. Jack Thompson 

 came in, and slapping me on the back said ; 



"If you'd had your way, and put 'em back 

 on the barges, how many horses would you 

 have alive when morning comes?" I replied: 



"Jack, none." 



He said: "You're right for once. I tell you 

 that Allah is with you, and you don't know it. 

 Said knows it and if you will just make up 

 your mind to that I believe that our horses will 

 all reach New York safely. This trip has 

 been managed by someone else, and that's 

 been proven a dozen times." 



It was nice to believe, if vou could believe 

 it. It was an easy way out of the trouble. 

 But it did not seem true, until next morning 

 we saw the wreck of the barge on which I had 

 wanted to leave the horses. It was in splint- 



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