"If you'll be quick about it I'll wait for your policeman." But Mr.Dodge, who had shaken his head toward three boys who had shown signs of being willing to run for a policeman, now led young Ripley to one side.
"No use making any fuss about it, I'm afraid, Fred.

You saw the pony when it was offered for sale, didn't you ?" "Yes." "And you didn't ask to have him run?
You didn't demand the privilege of trying him yourself ?" "No, sir." "What representations did the auctioneer make about the pony ?" pressed Mr.Dodge.
"Why, he said the pony was a fine-looking animal-----" "And that's no lie," responded Mr.Dodge gravely.

"What else ?" "That's the only representation that I did make," broke in the auctioneer, who had strolled slowly over to them.

"I also said that the pony showed all of his good points." "I'm afraid you'll have to swallow your loss, Fred," suggested the banker.

"I'm sorry that I had even an innocent part in this trade." "Trade ?" screamed Fred, now losing all control of himself.