Faust hoped that Langdon would talk about Diablo; but the Trainer was like most of his guild generally, a close-mouthed man, so Jakey had to make his own running.
“What's the boss goin' to do with Diablo?” he asked Langdon.
“Must 've bought him for a work horse, I guess,” the Trainer answered.
“Is he any good?”
“He can eat; that's all I see from him yet.”
“What did he buy him for?”
“To help a snoozer that was sittin' in bad luck.”
Faust had an odd habit of causing his fat sides to ripple like troubled water when he wished to convey the impression that he was amused; he never laughed, just the rib ripple.
“What's funny?” Langdon asked, eying Jakey, with querulous disfavor.
“Crane buying a horse to help a man,” answered the Cherub, wondering if Langdon was so devoid of humor as to take it seriously.