"I can't go no higher, sir," said the shabby man, shaking his gray

head sadly.

"Then going at fifty--at fifty! Going! Going! Gone, b'gad! Sold to

the knowing young cove in the neckcloth."

Now, at the repetition of this word, Barnabas began to frown.

"And b'gad!" exclaimed the Captain, stepping down from the bucket,

"a devilish bad bargain he's got, too."

"That, sir, remains to be seen," said Barnabas, shortly.

"Why, what do you mean to do with the brute?"

"Ride him."

"Do you, b'gad?"

"I do."

"Lay you ten guineas you don't sit him ten minutes."

"Done!" said Barnabas, buttoning up his coat.

But now, glancing round, he saw that the shabby man had turned away,

and was trudging heavily out of the yard, therefore Barnabas

hastened after him, and touched him upon the arm.

"I'm sorry you were disappointed," said he.

"Is it about the 'oss you mean, sir?" inquired the shabby man,

touching his hat.

"Yes."

"Why, it do come a bit 'ard-like to ha' lost 'im, sir, arter waiting

my chance so long. But fifty guineas be a sight o' money to a chap

as be out of a job, though 'e's dirt-cheap at the price. There ain't

many 'osses like 'im, sir."

"That was why I should have bought him at ten times the price," said

Barnabas.

The man took off his hat, ran his stubby fingers through his

grizzled hair, and stared hard at Barnabas.

"Sir," said he, "even at that you couldn't ha' done wrong. He ain't

a kind 'oss--never 'aving been understood, d' ye see; but take my

word for it, 'e's a wonder, that 'oss!"

"You know him, perhaps?"

"Since 'e were foaled, sir. I was stud-groom; but folks think I'm

too old for the job, d' ye see, sir?"

"Do you think he 'd remember you?"

"Ay, that 'e would!"

"Do you suppose--look at him!--do you suppose you could hold him

quieter than those ostlers?"

"'Old 'im, sir!" exclaimed the man, throwing back his shoulders.

"'Old 'im--ah, that I could! Try me!"

"I will," said Barnabas. "How would forty shillings a week suit you?"

"Sir?" exclaimed the old groom, staring.

"Since you need a job, and I need a groom, I'll have you--if you're

willing."

The man's square jaw relaxed, his eyes glistened; then all at once

he shook his head and sighed.

"Ah! sir," said he, "ah! young sir, my 'air's gray, an' I'm not so

spry as I was--nobody wants a man as old as I be, and, seeing as

you've got the 'oss, you ain't got no call to make game o' me, young

sir. You 've got--the 'oss!"

Now at this particular moment Captain Slingsby took it into his head

to interrupt them, which he did in characteristic fashion.




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