138 CONFESSIONS OF A HOUSE DEALEE. 



approached " The Mayor,'* respectfully touched his hat, 

 and said " Please, sir, you are wanted immediately, 

 Sir "Watkin Williams Wynn has arrived." 



"I'll see you again," said "The Mayor/' as he hur- 

 ried off the stage with the flunkey. 



(There is always a flunkey in a well-organised gang 

 of first-class copers.) 



" How much do you ask for that horse, Mr. Owen ?" 

 said the man who had acted his part as receiver for the 

 cart horses, 



" Seventy guineas," said Coper No. 2, " and he is 

 richly worth one hundred ; but as you know I require 

 the money, and there are no buyers of this class of 

 horses here to-day, or I should have sold him for that 

 sum, I have no doubt, I'll take that sum/ 1 



The horse has now to play his part, and well he per- 

 forms it ; the lad who holds him is instructed to " Eun 

 him on a bit," and away he goes in grand style, exhi- 

 biting his really grand action in a graceful trot ; but 

 the lad knows better than to trot him back, and he 

 walks him proudly up and fixes his forehand on rising 

 ground if he had been trotted briskly back, the roar- 

 ing would have been detected. 



"But there he is, said the assumed breeder, "as 

 sound in wind and limb as any horse in the world ; I'll 

 give a warranty with him, and sell him for seventy 

 guineas." 



Coper No. 1 now taps the Welshman on the shoulder, 



"A word with you/' said he, as they retired a few 



