"I can let you have a bay, a capital fencer——"
"Oh, you don't palm off your roarers on me. I heard him to-day," said Barnaby.
"Well, I don't deny that he makes a noise——"
"I suppose you think I've been in the wilds so long I don't know a horse from a hedgehog!" said Barnaby. "Can anyone tell me what became of a black mare I had four seasons ago?"
"Do you mean Black Rose?" said Kilgour.
"That's the one. Do you know who has her?"
"I have," said Kilgour. "I took her from Peters. The fellow couldn't ride her. You can have her back if you want her, Barnaby; she isn't up to my weight. I remember you rode her at Croxton Park."
"And won," said Barnaby. "Want her? Rather."
Kilgour chuckled heavily.
"She isn't as young as she was, mind," he said. "But she can go still. I suppose you're not as keen as you used to be on breaking your neck?"