"No—yes. I believe his horses are all oxen," replied the boy; "not very fast or good to ride either."
Thereupon Jack, losing all patience, cried out,—
"Isn't there a decent nag to be had in this region?"
"Who said there wasn't?" retorted the boy.
"Where is there one?"
"We've got one."
"A horse?"
"No; a mare."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"'Cause you asked for horses; you didn't say anything about mares."