"What's on there?" asked Hil, pointing to a crowd round some stockyards.
"Auction, that's all."
"Are they selling horses?"
"Yes, some scrubbers, I think."
"Come on, May. Let's have a look: we can do with a pair of saddle-horses, for we must follow on horseback, or we shall never overtake them."
"I'm agreeable."
"That's not a bad hack. Rather weak in the fore shoulder. Thirty bob, eh?" "Well it's cheap at that," said Hil, examining the horse. "Now this looks better. Come closer, I like the look of this one," and strolling into the yard she opened the horse's mouth.
"I'll give you a couple of notes," she said to the auctioneer.
"Two pounds, two-ten, three, three-five, three-ten. It's gone. You've got a bargain, young fellow. What name?" sang out the auctioneer.
"Cash," said she, promptly planking down the money.