“I didn't say I was goin' to do no bloomin' job; but I could get in right enough.”
“Well, I ain't puttin' you next no dirty work, but if you hear that the mare gets this horse sickness that's goin' about, let me know at once, see? Come here quick. If Faust got a chance to lay against the mare he probably wouldn't say anythin' about that note, if he did know.”
“I'll give you the office, sir, when she's took sick.”
“That's right. You ain't got any too many friends, Shandy, an' you'd better stick to them that'll help you.”
“Do I get that five hundred, sure?”
“If Lucretia don't beat The Dutchman, you get it.”
When the boy had gone Faust came forth from his hiding like a badger.
“That's a bad boy—a wicked boy!” he said, pulling a solemn face. “You're a good man, Langdon, to steer him in the straight an' narrer path. He'll take good care of The Dutchman for that five hundred.”
“Yes, if you don't pay these kids well they'll throw you down; an' I ain't takin' no chances, Faust.”
“The Porter mare might catch the influenza, eh, Dick?”