"He's a very good dog," he said.

"How would you like him for a birthday present ?" Tinker's eyes shone as a long vista of scrapes, out of which Blazer's teeth might help him, opened before his mind.
"Ever so much!" he said quickly.
"Come on, then, we'll go and try to buy him." And they set out for the village.
Mr.Green stood in the door of the smithy, and grinned enormously at the sight of the returning Tinker.

Sir Tancred said, "Good-morning, Green; do you care to sell this dog?
I'll give you three pounds for him." Mr.Green said, "Three pound," and stared helplessly at the cottages opposite, confused by the need to assimilate, on the spur of the moment, a new idea.
"Three pounds ?" said Tinker quickly.

"Why, he only cost fifteen shillings a year ago!" "An orfer is an orfer!" said Mr.Green quickly, his wits spurred at the sudden prospect of a lowering of the price.

"And I takes it." As he led away Blazer, with a new proprietary pride Tinker said firmly to Sir Tancred, "I shall go on considering him a bloodhound, sir.".