“Look here, I can’t let my teams this way.”
“Enough of that!” cried Old King Brady, thrusting a roll of greenbacks in the man’s face. “Your best horse. I’ll buy him. Here’s his value as security!”
“The other fellow left a deposit, too. Do you mean it?”
“Yes, here is five hundred. If I don’t bring the team back you are paid.”
This was enough.
The stable keeper quickly brought out a flea-bitten gray horse. He was attached to a light sleigh.
“Do you know the Lexington road?” he asked.
“By Scallay Square and Brighton street to Cambridge and Arlington?” said Old King Brady.
“Yes.”
“I’ll find it. Thank you!”