'Very good, Mahbub Ali, but what is the use of telling me all those stories about the pony?
Not one pice more than three hundred and fifty rupees will I give.' 'The Sahib is a little hot and angry after riding,' the horse-dealer returned, with the leer of a privileged jester.

'Presently, he will see my horse's points more clearly.

I will wait till he has finished his talk with the Padre.

I will wait under that tree.' 'Confound you!' The Colonel laughed.

'That comes of looking at one of Mahbub's horses.