“Yes. He don’t suit me.”
“Wouldn’t I suit you?” asked Sam, in an ingratiating tone.
No; I’ve tried you, and you won’t suit,” was the unexpected reply.
But I brought back the horse,” pleaded Sam, crestfallen.
I’ve paid you for that,” said the landlord. “Didn’t I pay you enough?”
“Yes, sir; but I thought you’d take me back again.”
“I know you too well, Sam Payson, to try any such experiment. The Widow Clark told me yesterday that she wanted to get her boy into a place, and I am going to offer it to him.”
“He don’t know anything about horses,” said Sam.
“He will soon learn. He is a good boy, and industrious. I am sure he will suit me better than you.”
“I wish I hadn’t brought back his old horse,” muttered Sam, as he left the office and went back into the yard. He hoped to triumph over Tony, by telling that he had taken his place, but the opportunity was not allowed him.