“No, ’tain’t. But it’s the best hoss of its kind in the country. He ain’t very fast, to be sure. But, for all that, if he ran a race against a red deer, I should know which to put my money on. That’s the same hoss, mynheer, that went from Providence to Salem in jist tew days. You don’t believe it? Wal, I don’t ask it of you. Don’t take my word for it. I don’t say that the hoss has got a good eye. ’Twouldn’t do me any good; you wouldn’t believe me. Look for yourself.”
“Did Ten Eyck send for dat hoss?”
“Oh, never mind,” replied Boston, in high dudgeon. “’Tain’t no use for you to ask. You can’t have this hoss.”
“Not if I gif’s you money?”
“Hey?”
“Not if I gif’s you more money as Ten Eyck?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“How much he gif’s?”
“Fifty guilders.”
“Hein!”