Hawkins was not
slow to avail himself of the permission. "Now, I'm a man who does not
care to beat about the bush, my friend Hawkins," said Victor, "so I'll
come to business at once. I've taken a fancy to that bay horse, 'Wild
Buffalo,' and I should like to have him; but I'm not a rich man, and I
can't afford a high price for my fancy. What I've been thinking,
Hawkins, is that, with your help, I might get 'Wild Buffalo' a
bargain?"
"Well, I should rather flatter myself you might, guv'nor," answered the
groom, coolly, "an uncommon good bargain, or an uncommon bad one,
according to the working out of circumstances. But between friends,
supposing that you was me, and supposing that I was you, you know, I
wouldn't have him at no price--no, not if Spavin sold him to you for
nothing, and threw you in a handsome pair of tops and a bit of pink
gratis likewise."
Mr. Hawkins had taken a second glass of brandy by this time; and the
brandy provided by Victor Carrington, taken in conjunction with the gin
purchased by himself was beginning to produce a lively effect upon his
spirits.
"The horse is a dangerous animal to handle, then?" asked Victor.
"When you can ride a flash of lightning, and hold that well in hand,
you may be able to ride 'Wild Buffalo,' guv'nor," answered the groom,
sententiously; "but _till_ you have got your hand in with a flash of
lightning, I wouldn't recommend you to throw your leg across the
'Buffalo.
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