'Why, this!--Look at d--- fellow fretting that 'orse with a switch.
If you can't strap a 'orse without a stick in your hand, don't you
strap him at all, you--' Then there came volley of abuse out of the
Captain's mouth, in the middle of which the man threw down the
rubber he was using and walked away.
'You come back,' halloed Tifto, jumping up from his seat with his
pipe in his mouth. Then there was a general quarrel between the
man and his two masters, in which the man was at last victorious.
And the horse was taken into the stable in an unfinished
condition. 'It's all very well to say "Get rid of him", but where
am I to get anybody better? It has come to such a pass that now if
you speak to a fellow he walks out of the yard.'
They then returned to the state of affairs, as it was between
Tifto and Lord Silverbridge. 'What I was saying is this,'
continued the Captain. 'If you choose to put yourself up to live
with a fellow like that on equal terms--'
'One gentleman with another, you mean?'
'Put it so. it don't quite hit it off, but put it so.
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