THE MAYOR OF CHESTEK. 137 



" "What colour ? Is your governor particular ?" in- 

 quired the coper. 



" Well, yes, he would prefer a brown gelding, about 

 sixteen hands high, as he wants to match another," 

 said Coper No. 1. 



" How fortunate why, a friend of mine has the yery 

 horse for you,*one he has bred himself, and has been 

 working him easily on the farm since a four-year old ; 

 he is in the fair with him, and he was unsold an hour 

 ago, for there are no London dealers here to-day, and 

 nobody else will buy such a horse ; but let us go and 

 see him if he is not sold. Have a walk, sir," said 

 Coper No. 1 to the Welshman, " and then we shall lose 

 no time, for I want to be off." 



"Yes, I'll go with you," he replied; and the three 

 go in search of the friend and his horse. 



" Oh, here he is ; I see he is about selling him to that 

 dealer, I'll warrant." 



"No, he isn't a dealer. Why, it's the Mayor of 

 Chester." 



" By Jove, he's a nice horse," says Coper No. I, " and 

 just the very animal for his lordship." 



" He is a nice horse," says the Welshman. 

 " Now, your worship," says the apparent owner and 

 breeder, "it is not like buying a horse from a stranger; 

 you can take the horse and work him a month, and I'll 

 give you a warranty, and if he does not suit you cau 

 send him back and have your money returned. '* 



At this moment a man, dre?sed in livery, hurriedly 



