"Where did you get him?" he inquired.
"How old is he?" asked Mark.
Mr. Royden looked in the horse's mouth a second time, and pronounced him to be four years old.
"Have you been trading?"
"On the whole," said Mark, "what do you think of him?"
"It's a fine colt; but I think here is a faint appearance of a ring-bone."
Mr. Royden pressed the animal's leg.
"I'll bet you a hundred dollars on it!" cried Mark, quickly, his eye kindling.
He was very sensitive about his horse-property, besides being a choleric man generally; and Mr. Royden only smiled, and shook his head.
"Have you got rid of Jake?"