“That isn’t exactly what we are looking for. We are not particular about their being girls’ horses. We want stock that has the gimp in it,” Tad informed him.
51“That’s it, that’s it. You’ve just hit it. Gimp! That’s the word, and there’s another that fits–ginger! They’re just full of ginger, every one of them. There ain’t any more lively nags in Alaska than these fellows.”
“They must have changed within the last minute, then,” smiled the Pony Rider Boy.
“How so?”
“Why, you were just telling us how gentle they are, then almost in the same breath you try to convince us that they are regular whirlwinds. However, we’ll let that go. What I do want to know is what sort of mountain ponies they are. If they turn out not to be good mountain climbers you may look for some trouble when we get back here.”
“Boys, every one of those nags has been brought up in this country. They can follow a mountain trail like a deerhound, and that’s straight. I wouldn’t sell you anything else.”
“Oh, no, certainly not,” answered Butler. “How much for the light-colored one?”
“The buckskin?”
“Yes.”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars.”