Then, indicating a direction by a hand-wave he added vaguely—"Longa scrub."
Then I went to the machine. Lighting my pipe, I overhauled the parts, spinning wheels and performing other simple operations.
"Hanson" had approached cautiously; but at length his curiosity got the better of him, and he came near. He sat down on his haunches and eyed it quizzically, and for several minutes in silence. At length—
"My word, good pfella nanto that one!" ("Nanto"=horse.)
I jumped into the saddle and exhibited my nanto's paces. Then laid it down.
He quizzed it again.
"Him no wantit feed? No walk-about?"
"Ah, wait," I said; and took out the air pump, and set to work.
"Hanson" rose from his haunches and bent over the inflating tube.