He thought no man could get the better of him.

But your old father was too clever.

I believe he could shake the devil's own four-in-hand--( coal black, with manes and tails touching the ground, and eyes of fire, some German fellow says they are)--and the Prince of Darkness never be the wiser.

The pull of it is that once they're in here they're never heard of again till it's time to shift them to another colony, or clear them out and let the buyer take his chance.' 'You've some plums here,' I said.

'Even the cattle look pretty well bred.' 'Always go for pedigree stock, Fifteenth Duke notwithstanding.