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.

I then proposed returning to the encampment, but Mr.
Petulengro declined, and remained drinking with his companions till about six o'clock in the evening, when various jockeys from the fair came in.
After some conversation a jockey proposed a game of cards; and in a little time, Mr.Petulengro and another gypsy sat down to play a game of cards with two of the jockeys.
Though not much acquainted with cards, I soon conceived a suspicion that the jockeys were cheating Mr.Petulengro and his companion, I therefore called Mr.Petulengro aside, and gave him a hint to that effect.

Mr.
Petulengro, however, instead of thanking me, told me to mind my own bread and butter, and forthwith returned to his game.

I continued watching the players for some hours.

The gypsies lost considerably, and I saw clearly that the jockeys were cheating them most confoundedly.