'There've a been a gent here already inquiring,' said Daniel. 'Be you come from the same quarter?'
'I want a horse at once. I have no time for answering questions.'
'Because, if you be,' continued Daniel, composedly, 'there be no 'urry. The gent, that be young Mr. Tramplara, have a gone ahead already with the news. He says he must tell his father at once, and they'll be back early to-morrow morning.'
'Have you a horse, or not?'
'He sed, afore daybreak. Them was his very words.'
Herring was out of his saddle. 'The grey cannot go on. You must let me have a horse.'
'This grey ain't got the go in her like the bay Maister Tramplara rode. How old be her?'
'Never mind the age.' He drew the fellow's hand away as he was turning up the lips to examine the teeth. 'Is there a horse available?'
'There be one, sure,' answered Daniel; 'I offered her to the young Maister Tramplara, but he wouldn't have her. Her's not so bad to go, but the looks of her ain't nothing to boast of.'
'Off with the saddle and bridle, and bring her round.'