"YOU know your business all right, you German pantaloon! The bay is a good fellow, and does his duty, and I will give him a bit over his feed, for he is a horse to be respected; and the Assessor too is a good horse.

But what are YOU shaking your ears for?
You are a fool, so just mind when you're spoken to.

'Tis good advice I'm giving you, you blockhead.

Ah! You CAN travel when you like." And he gave the animal another cut, and then shouted to the trio, "Gee up, my beauties!" and drew his whip gently across the backs of the skewbald's comrades--not as a punishment, but as a sign of his approval.

That done, he addressed himself to the skewbald again.
"Do you think," he cried, "that I don't see what you are doing?
You can behave quite decently when you like, and make a man respect you." With that he fell to recalling certain reminiscences.
"They were NICE folk, those folk at the gentleman's yonder," he mused.
"I DO love a chat with a man when he is a good sort.