"Isn't that 'Wild Buffalo?'" asked Mr. Spavin.
"Yes, sir."
"Then you ought to know better than to bring him out," exclaimed the
horse-dealer, angrily. "These gentlemen want a horse that a Christian
can ride, and the 'Buffalo' isn't fit to be ridden by a Christian; not
yet awhile at any rate. I mean to take the devil out of him before I've
done with him, though," added Mr. Spavin, casting a vindictive glance
at the horse.
"He is rather a handsome animal," said Sir Reginald Eversleigh.
"Oh, yes, he's handsome enough," answered the dealer. "His looks are no
discredit to him; but handsome is as handsome does--that's my motter;
and if I'd known the temper of that beast when Captain Chesterly
offered him to me, I'd have seen the captain farther before I consented
to buy him. However, there he is; I've got him, and I must make the
best of him. But Jack Spavin is not the man to sell such a beast to a
customer until the wickedness is taken out of him. When the wickedness
is taken out of him, he'll be at your service, gentlemen, with Jack
Spavin's best wishes."
The horse was taken back to his box. Victor watched the animal and the
groom with an intensely earnest gaze as they disappeared from his
sight.
"That's a curious-looking fellow, that groom of yours," Sir Reginald
said to the horse-dealer.
"What, Hawkins--Jim Hawkins? Yes; his looks won't make his fortune.
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