We will give ten dollars for your worship's horse. He is
good for nothing."
"How is this?" said I. "You this moment told me he was a fine
horse - an Andalusian, and a countryman of yours."
"No, Senor! we did not say that he was an Andalou. We said he was
an Estremou, and the worst of his kind. He is eighteen years old,
your worship, short-winded and galled."
"I do not wish to sell my horse," said I; "quite the contrary; I
had rather buy than sell."
"Your worship does not wish to sell your horse," said the Gypsy.
"Stay, your worship, we will give sixty dollars for your worship's
horse."
"I would not sell him for two hundred and sixty. Meclis! Meclis!
say no more. I know your Gypsy tricks. I will have no dealings
with you."
"Did I not hear your worship say that you wished to buy a horse?"
said the Gypsy.
"I do not want to buy a horse," said I; "if I need any thing, it is
a pony to carry our baggage; but it is getting late. Antonio, pay
the reckoning."
"Stay, your worship, do not be in a hurry," said the Gypsy: "I
have got the very pony which will suit you."
Without waiting for my answer, he hurried into the stable, from
whence he presently returned, leading an animal by a halter.
