254 HORSE DEALING. 



" Perfectly ; but I don't warrant him ?" 



"Age?" 



"Six years old." 



Looking in his mouth, I found this to 

 be correct. 



" Price ? " I said. 



" Ten pounds," was the reply. 



I immediately concluded something was 

 wrong, as he looked like a five-and-thirty 

 pounds' horse. 



"He's not a kicker?" I said. 



"You can't make him kick," was the 

 reply. 



I was almost ashamed to say, " You 

 won't warrant him quiet, I suppose ? " 



"You can't expect it, at that price; 

 but all I have told you is true." 



"Then I'll have him," I said. 



I observed a titter on the lips of the sta- 

 blemen as I followed him into the house 

 to give him the money, when the seller 

 candidly told me that he had given thirty 



