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But Nan was wrong on that point, as the reader will see if her further adventures are followed in the next volume of the series, entitled, "Nan Sherwood at Lakeview Hall, or, The Mystery of the Haunted Boathouse." While Nan was still intensely excited over this letter from Scotland, Toby Vanderwiller drove up to the Sherwood house behind his broken-kneed pony.
'So please you, Sir, growled the first in his throat, 'here stands Christopher Kitson of Barrowbridge, ready to avouch himself a true man, and prove in yonder fellow's teeth that it was not a broken-kneed beast that I sent up for a heriard to my Lord Archbishop when my father died; but that he of Easingwold is a black slanderer and backbiter.
He has an old cob, still very fine, only a little broken-kneed, that could be bought, I am very sure, for a hundred crowns." He added, "And thinking it might please you, I have bespoken it bought it. Have I done right? Do tell me!" She nodded her head in assent; then a quarter of an hour later "Are you going out to-night?" she asked. "Yes. Why?" "Oh, nothing, nothing, my dear!"
Come, come, Mr Crupper, the horses will carry us along the roads without coming down on their knees at a decent pace, and if you like to take the sum I offer, we'll have them, if not, we will soon go and seek another dealer who is not so ready to pass off his broken-kneed beasts on poor ignorant `Jack-tars."
Warrington said, with much gentleness. "I am bound to decide that Mr. Warrington played for the brown horse," says Mr. Sampson. "Well, he got the other one," said sulky Mr. Will, with a grin. "And sold it for thirty shillings!" said Mr. Warrington, always preserving his calm tone. Will was waggish. "Thirty shillings? and a devilish good price, too, for the broken-kneed old rip. Ha, ha!"
A two-cent tip contents them, one of four cents makes them your friends for life; as for a five-cent tip, I do not know what it does, but I advise the reader when he goes to Rome to try it and see. One fine thing is that the cabmen are in great superabundance in Rome, and the number of barrel-ribbed, ewe-necked, and broken-kneed horses is in no greater proportion than in Paris.
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