So Adrian’s answering halloo was prompt, and, turning about, he watched the birch leaving the shadow of the forest and heading for himself. It was soon alongside and Ricord’s excited voice was shouting his good news:
“Run him up to seven hundred and fifty!”
“But I thought there wasn’t money enough anywhere to buy him?”
Pierre cocked his dark head on one side and winked.
“Madoc sick and Madoc well are different.”
“Oh, you wretch! Would you sell a sick moose and cheat the buyer?”
“Would I lose such a pile of money for foolishness? I guess not.”
“But suppose, after you parted with him, he got well?”
Again the woodlander grinned and winked.
“Could you drive the King?”