"Buy that horse," said Mr.Petulengro, coming after me; "the dook tells me that in less than three months he will be sold for twice seventy." "I will have nothing to do with him," said I; "besides, Jasper, I don't like his tail.

Did you observe what a mean scrubby tail he has ?" "What a fool you are, brother!" said Mr.
Petulengro; "that very tail of his shows his breeding.

No good bred horse ever yet carried a fine tail--'tis your scrubby-tailed horses that are your out-and-outers.

Did you ever hear of Syntax, brother?
That tail of his puts me in mind of Syntax.

Well, I say nothing more, have your own way--all I wonder at is, that a horse like him was ever brought to such a fair of dog cattle as this." We then made the best of our way to a public-house, where we had some refreshment.