nodding his head at the horse as he spoke, and ow that hed given the matter o two underd -- or Im not sure it werent two underd-and-fifty guineas for im, and --
Well, interrupted Mr Waffles, tired of his verbosity, and what did they say about the horse?
Why, continued Mr Buckram, thoughtfully, propping his chin up with his stick, and drawing all the half- crowns up to the top of his pocket again, the fast spicious thing I heard was Sir Digby Snaffles grum, Sam, sayin to Captain Screwleys bat-man rum, jist afore the George Inn door,
Well, Jack, Tommys sold the brown oss!
N--O--O--R! exclaimed Jack, starin is eyes out, as if it were unpossible.
He as, though, said Sam.
Well, then, I ope the gemmans fond o walkin, exclaimed Jack, bustin out a laughin and runnin on.
This rayther set me a thinkin, continued Mr Buckram, dropping a second half-crown, which jinked against the nest-egg one left at the bottom, and fearin that Mr Sponge had fallen mong the Philistines -- which I was werry concerned about, for hes a real nice gent, but thoughtless, as many young gents are who ave plenty of tin -- I made it my business to enquire bout this oss; and if he is the oss that I saw in Leicestersheer, and I ave little doubt about it (dropping two consecutive half-crowns as he spoke), though Ive not seen him out, I --
Ah! well, I bought him of Mr Sponge, who said he got him from Lord Bullfrog, interrupted Mr Waffles.
Ah! then he is the oss, in course, said Mr Buckram, with a sort of mournful chuck of the chin; he is the oss, repeated he; well, then, hes a dangerous hanimal, added he, letting slip three half-crowns.
What does he do? asked Mr Waffles.
Do! repeated Mr Buckram, DO! hell do for anybody.
Indeed, responded Mr Waffles; adding, how could Mr Sponge sell me such a brute?
I doesnt mean to say, mind ye, observed Mr Buckram, drawing back three half-crowns, as though he had gone that much too far -- I doesnt mean to say, mind, that hes wot you call a misteched, runaway, rear-backwards-over-hanimal -- but I mean to say hes a difficultish oss to ride -- himpetuous -- and one that, if he got the hupper and, would be werry likely to try and keep the hupper and -- you understand me? said he, eyeing Mr Waffles intently, and dropping four half-crowns as he spoke.
Im tellin you nothin but the truth, observed Mr Buckram, after a pause, adding, in course its nothin to me, only bein down ere on a visit to a friend, and earin that the oss were ere I made bold to look in to see whether it was im or no. No offence, I opes, added he, letting go the rest of the silver, and taking the prop from under his chin, with an obeisance as if he was about to be off.
Oh, no offence at all, rejoined Mr Waffles, no offence -- rather the contrary. Indeed, Im much obliged to you for telling me what you have done. Just stop half a minute, added he, thinking he might as well try and get something more out of him. While Mr Waffles was considering his next question, Mr Buckram saved him the trouble of thinking by leading the gallop himself.
I believe im to be a good oss, and I believe im to be a bad oss, observed Mr Buckram, sententiously. I believe that oss, with a bold rider on his back, and well away with the ounds, would beat most osses goin, but its the start thats the difficulty with him; for it, on the other and he dont incline to go, all the spurrin, and quiltin, and leatherin in the world wont make im. Itll be a mercy o Providence if he dont cut out work for the crowner someday.
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