"One saddle horse sixteen hands high, bought of Hampson & Co.

on the"-- then he craned his neck so as to see the list over Harry's shoulder--"yes--on the SECOND of LAST September.
Rather overdue, is it not, sir, if I may be permitted to remark ?" This came with a lift of the eyebrows, as if Harry's oversight had been too naughty for words.
"But what the devil have I got to do with this ?" The boy was thoroughly angry now.

The lift of Gadgem's eyebrows did it.
"You rode the horse, sir." This came with a certain air of "Oh! I have you now." "Yes, and he broke his leg and had to be shot," burst out Harry in a tone that showed how worthless had been the bargain.
"EXactly, sir.

So your father told me, sir.

You don't remember having PAID Mr.Hampson for him beFORE he broke his leg, do you, sir ?" He had him pinned fast now--all he had to do was to watch his victim's struggles.
"Me?
No, of course not!" Harry exploded.
"EXactly so, sir--so your father told me.