According to the narrator, stealing a horse for a ride was something different from stealing money. If you were crazy about horses, it was not stealing at all. It would amount to stealing only if you intended to sell the horses.
The narrator knew that his cousin Mourad couldn’t have bought the horse as they were afflicted with poverty. It was difficult for them to provide themselves with two square meals. He wondered how Mourad got the money to buy the horse.
Mourad repaired the hurt wing of the young robin and threw the bird into the air. After a few unsuccessful attempts, the robin flew away. This incident shows that Mourad was a great lover of birds and animals. He was a kind hearted boy.
John Byro was sad that his white horse had been stolen last month and it was missing even then. Instead of showing any sympathy, uncle Khosrove became very irritated and shouted. “It’s no harm. What is the loss of a horse? What is this crying over a horse ?”
Cousin Mourad seemed to inherit the crazy streak of uncle Khosrove. He was a big man with a powerful head of black hair and very large moustache. He was quite furious in his temper, very irritable and impatient. He would stop anyone from talking by roaring his phrase, ‘it is no harm, pay no attention…
John Byro was an Assyrian farmer. He was a regular visitor to the narrator’s family. His white horse had been stolen the previous month. His surrey was of no use without the horse. Now, he had to walk on foot if he wanted to go somewhere.
Mourad had stolen the horse a month before. Since then, he had been enjoying early morning ride. Then he would hide the horse in the barn of a deserted vineyard. So, he did not look worried when the narrator asked where they would hide the horse.
Mourad kicked his heels into the horse and shouted, “Vazire, run !” The horse stood on its hind legs, snorted and ran forward at full speed. Mourad raced the horse across a field of dry grass to an irrigation ditch. He crossed the ditch on the horse. When he returned five minutes later he was…
The narrator had a frightful experience when he rode the white horse alone. He leapt on to the back of the horse but it did not move. As advised by Mourad, he kicked into the muscles of the horse. It reared and snorted. Then, it began to run. It ran down the road to a…