"Ye-s, ye-s; have nothing against that—fine animal!"
"Look here, Rist! All things considered, that was a driving horse for you—stands so obediently, if one just lays the rein over his back."
"Swap off the bay, do you mean?" pondered the doctor, in a doubting tone,—"hadn't really thought of that." He shook his head—"Only I can't understand why he is so stiff on one rein."
"No, my boy; but I can understand it."
"If you are only not cheated in that, Jäger—trade is trade, you know."
"I cheated? Ha, ha, ha!" The captain shook with laughter and with quiet consciousness. "Done, boy! We will swap."
"You are rather quick on the rein, Jäger."
"Always my nature, you see—to get the thing closed up at once, on the nail. And so we will take a drink to close the bargain," shouted the captain eagerly; he pulled his wig awry, and sprang up.
"Let us see if Ma has some cognac in the closet."