120 CONFESSIONS OF A HOKSE DEALER. 



" Halloo, halloo, Jerry !" said he. " What the devil 

 have you got here ?" 



" It's a horse that Captain B , of Brighton, left 



here, sir. He's been cheated by a gang of copers, and 

 wants your advice," said Jerry. 



" Indeed," said the dealer, " Captain B ought to 



have taken my advice at first, and bought the horse I 

 offered him." 



" He said he would do so now, if you would take the 

 screw off his hands," said Jerry. 



" Oh, oh ! me take the screw off his hands ! I'll not 

 have such a heap of infirmity on my premises," said the 

 dealer, and immediately wrote the following note to 

 Captain B i 



" Sir, I am surprised that you should attempt to disgrace my 

 establishment, with leaving such a wretch of a horse at livery there 

 during my absence. I desire that you immediately send for him,, 

 or I must send him to you, by rail or road, charging you with the 

 expenses, as I wish you to understand that mine is not a knacker's 

 yard at present 



" Yours, &c., &c." 



Immediately on receipt of this letter, the Captain 

 came to London, and apologised in the most hand- 

 some manner to the dealer, which, of course, he accepted > 

 but refused to treat for the screw. However, the Cap- 

 tain bought a sound horse ; and then came the question, 

 What was to be done with the other poor devil ? The 

 native intelligence of the dealer had been quickened by 

 the deal, and he offered to take him off the Captain's 

 hands, at knacker's price, to save him the trouble of 



