"Well, perhaps if I put it in that way it might answer," he said, after
a meditative pause. "I think Spavin might sell him to a jock, where he
would not part with him to a gentleman. I know he'd be uncommon glad to
get rid of the brute." "Very well, then," returned Victor Carrington;
"you manage matters well, and you'll be able to earn your fiver. Be
sure you don't let Spavin think it's a gentleman who's sweet upon the
horse. Do you think you are able to manage the business?"
The groom laid his finger on his nose, and winked significantly.
"I've managed more difficult businesses than that, guv'nor," he said.
"When do you want the animal?"
"Immediately."
"Could you make it convenient to slip down here to-morrow night, or
shall I wait upon you at your house, guv'nor?"
"I will come here to-morrow night, at nine."
"Very good, guv'nor; in which case you shall hear news of 'Wild
Buffalo.' But all I hope is, when you do present him to your friend,
you'll present the address-card of a respectable undertaker at the same
time."
"I am not afraid."
"As you please, sir. You are the individual what comes down with the
dibbs; and you are the individual what's entitled to make your choice."
Victor Carrington saw that the brandy had by this time exercised a
potent influence over Mr. Spavin's groom; but he had full confidence in
the man's power to do what he wanted done.
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