A SHAEP SPORTSMAN. 91 



A couple of days afterwards, word came up 

 to the Towers that the blacksmith had another 

 horse, and he was bidden to bring it up on the 

 afternoon, which he did. It was a big upstand- 

 ing bay, good-looking all round, just the class of 

 horse that Fearstone liked, and he found it hard 

 to assume the requisite expression of disapproval. 



" A bit clumsy, and he's rather bigger than I 

 care about. What do you want for him ? " Fear- 

 stone asked. 



" Well, my lord, I needn't tell you that he's 

 a different sort of horse from the one I showed 

 you the other day. However, I've got to sell 

 him, and I'll take a hundred and twenty guineas," 

 the smith replied. 



" I'll give you sixty pounds," was Fearstone 's 

 answer. 



" No, my lord, I couldn't take that. Mr. 

 Flutterton, who's staying at the Hall, would give 

 me a hundred, I believe. I'd keep him till I 

 could get my price, but I must find some money 

 at once." 



Fearstone got on his back and cantered him 

 round a paddock off the drive, jumping him over 

 a practice hurdle that was up there. 



" I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you 

 eighty pounds — not a penny more," he said, 

 as he pulled up opposite the seller. 



