Indeed, I'm much obliged to you for telling me what you have done.

Just stop half a minute,' added he, thinking he might as well try and get something more out of him.

While Mr.Waffles was considering his next question, Mr.Buckram saved him the trouble of thinking by 'leading the gallop' himself.
'I believe 'im to be a _good_ oss, and I believe 'im to be a _bad_ oss,' observed Mr.Buckram, sententiously.

'I believe that oss, with a bold rider on his back, and well away with the 'ounds, would beat most osses goin', but it's the start that's the difficulty with him; for if, on the other 'and, he don't incline to go, all the spurrin', and quiltin', and leatherin' in the world won't make 'im.

It'll be a mercy o' Providence if he don't cut out work for the crowner some day.' 'Hang the brute!' exclaimed Mr.Waffles, in disgust; 'I've a good mind to have his throat cut.' 'Nay,' replied Mr.Buckram, brightening up, and stirring the silver round and round in his pocket like a whirlpool, 'nay,' replied he, 'he's fit for summat better nor that.' 'Not much, I think,' replied Mr.Waffles, pouting with disgust.