“ ’Cos he wants the money bad. He lost three parts of his stock in Wales this summer. I was with en.”
“Oh, wid en, were ’e? So you knawn en well. And horse leaders?”
“There’s seven Romanies and three of us up to farm.”
“You knaw the country, s’pose?”
“Day or night like my own yard.”
King Nick turned on Jacky’s George, a faint smile curling the corners of his mouth. “What do ’e say now, George? Can this young man find the horses, think you?”
“Ess, s’pose.”
“Do ’e trust en?”
A nod.
“Then what more ’ave ’e got to say, my dear?”