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dam, by Fireaway, sire by Cockchafer, Skyscraper, 

 Run-the-rig/' and so on, a pedigree as long as her 

 tail. She too belonged to "a gentleman." I was 

 determined to see my " gentleman" this time. A 

 sort of nondescript, half gentleman, half jockey, 

 but with the word rogue as legibly written on his 

 face as if it had been tattooed there, came forward. 

 " Bought her for breeding, Sir; won't do; dropped 

 three fillies running. Sweetest creature that ever 

 was crossed, but won't breed a colt, and she 

 must go." 



I cared not a sous whether she dropped colts or 

 fillies, so long as she did not drop me. 



" Do you warrant her. Sir ?" 



" Warrant her ! to be sure : I'll warrant her to 

 fly with you." 



" Will you warrant her sound ?" 



'^ Tickleback sound ! why she's as well known 

 at Tattersall's as myself ! ! !" 



I was by no means satisfied, but in decency I 

 could press the point no farther ; I liked her looks, 

 and thought the best policy was to assume that 

 his intentions were good. I told him I would send 

 a check by my servant, and would trouble him to 

 send back a receipt with the usual warranty, and 

 left him. In a couple of hours John brought home 

 the mare and the receipt. "How does she go. 



