The Pocket George Borrow by George Henry Borrow
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teeth were gone, and as to his age, he might be thirty or sixty. He was
somewhat lame and halt, but an unequalled rider when once upon his steed, which he was naturally not very solicitous to quit. I subsequently discovered that he was considered the wizard of the gang. I have been already prolix with respect to these Gypsies, but I will not leave them quite yet. The intended combatants at length arrived; it was necessary to clear the ring,--always a troublesome and difficult task. Thurtell went up to the two Gypsies, with whom he seemed to be acquainted, and with his surly smile, said two or three words, which I, who was standing by, did not understand. The Gypsies smiled in return, and giving the reins of their animals to their mounted companion, immediately set about the task which the king of the flash-men had, as I conjecture, imposed upon them; this they soon accomplished. Who could stand against such fellows and such whips? The fight was soon over--then there was a pause. Once more Thurtell came up to the Gypsies and said something--the Gypsies looked at each other and conversed; but their words then had no meaning for my ears. The tall Gypsy shook his head--'Very well,' said the other, in English, 'I will--that's all.' Then pushing the people aside, he strode to the ropes, over which he bounded into the ring, flinging his Spanish hat high into the air. Gypsy Will.--'The best man in England for twenty pounds!' Thurtell.--'I am backer!' Twenty pounds is a tempting sum, and there were men that day upon the green meadow who would have shed the blood of their own fathers for the fifth of the price. But the Gypsy was not an unknown man, his prowess |
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