zagging this way and that. Finally as the surprised boy watched, the beautiful mare was seen to fall heavily. Ali saw Ben Abi kneeling by her side. As he and Joie came up a wild cry escaped from the lips of the Bedouin and he wrung his hands. "Oh, Black Araby," he cried, "Black Araby, I have killed you!"
Ali dismounted and went to them. "What is the matter, Ben Abi?" he asked, sympathy in his voice.
For answer the Bedouin pointed to a pool of blood beneath the beautiful Arab's mouth, which Ali had not noticed.
"She is dead, Ali. She is dead!" wailed the Bedouin. She had burst a bloodvessel.
Ali had heard much about the love of the Arab for his horse, but he was not prepared to see the Bedouin throw himself
