"Do you mean a lusty, red-faced man in top-boots and grey coat ?" "That's he," said I.
"He's a clever one," said the man.

"I suppose by your knowing these people you are a drover or a horse-dealer.

Yes," said he, turning half-round in his saddle and looking at me, "you are a horse-dealer.

I remember you well now, and once sold a horse to you at Chelmsford." "I am no horse-dealer," said I, "nor did I ever buy a horse at Chelmsford.

I see you have been about England.