The Black Stallion Returns
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In this, the second book in the series, the heart-stopping adventures of the Black Stallion continue as Alec discovers that two men are after the Black. One claims to be the Black’s rightful owner and one is trying to kill the beautiful steed. An Arab chieftain proves his ownership of the Black and takes him away, but Alec is determined to find his horse again. Following the pair to Arabia, Alec encounters great evil and intrigue, as only a horse as spectacular as the Black could inspire.
Ibn al Khaldun’s beady eyes shifted again to Alec. A slight smile was on his lips, disclosing the toothless gums. He nodded but did not say a word. Mr. Volence and Henry watched Alec, for they knew the next question the boy would ask. “Have you by any chance ever heard of a man named Abu Ja‘ Kub ben Ishak?” Alec asked. Ibn al Khaldun ran the silk handkerchief across his face and then wiped the top of his skull before shaking his head negatively. “Arabia is a large and most complex country,” he
shoulder and smiling. “Raj, these are my good friends, Mr. Volence, Mr. Dailey, and Alec Ramsay.” The Arabian youth bent his erect, big-boned figure from the waist. “How do you do,” he said softly, and each word was pronounced and clipped. “It is indeed very fine to have you with us.” Then he left the room, walking with long and graceful strides. After Raj had left the room, Mr. Volence said, “He speaks English very well. Has he been with you long, Bruce?” “Yes, a very long time,” Mr. Coggins
was run. He was to have held Shêtân back so the chestnut stallion, Sagr, could easily have won.” The slim Bedouin, his pupils dilated with fear, grabbed Ibn al Khaldun’s leg and babbled hysterically. Raj began again. “He claims that it was impossible for him to hold back Shêtân … that the best Bedouin rider would be overmounted on Shêtân … that not even with a heavy bit had it been possible for him to control the stallion. And Abu Ja‘ Kub ben Ishak had learned that he had used the heavy bit
floor below. His ears pricked suddenly forward as he spied a small lone group of running colts at the upper end. Then he screamed, and his wild, shrill whistle echoed throughout the valley. Alec saw the running horses come to an abrupt halt. The Black screamed again as they made their way down the trail. Bolting, the horses came galloping toward them. When they reached the floor, the horses were but a few hundred yards away. They had stopped and were moving nervously around in small circles,
thought you might like a horse—.” He stopped. He had been going to add “to take the place of the Black” but thought better of it. Alec didn’t answer for a minute, and when he did speak his voice was low, so low that it was hardly audible. “I don’t think so, Dad … thanks … not now, anyway.” He rose to his feet. “I think I’ll go up to my room, if you don’t mind, there’s a book …” He walked quickly inside the house. The following day Alec visited the old barn for the first time since the Black’s