There came to me what old Dr.Hallowell at Alexandria calls the "_gaudium certaminis_." In a moment I was little more than a full-blooded fighting animal, and had forgotten all the influences of my Quaker home.
"Sir," I said to him hotly, "I propose taking you home with me.

But before I do that, and since you seem to wish it, I am going to lay you on your back here in the road.

Frankly, there are some things about you I do not like, and if that will remedy your conceit, I'm going to do it for you--for any sort of wager you like." "Money against your horse ?" he inquired, stripping to his ruffled shirt as he spoke.

"A hundred guineas, five hundred ?" "Yes, for the horse," I said.

"He's worth ten thousand.