rise inwardly, and then give the yell," (which he uttered
in his excitement in earnest; and a most diabolical one
it was. It pierced me through and through, and curdled
my very blood, it was the death shout of a savage.)
"G'lang you skunk, and turn out your toes pretty," said
he, and he again repeated this long protracted, shrill,
infernal yell, a second time.

Every eye was instantly turned upon us. Even Tattersall
suspended his "he is five years old--a good hack--and is
to be sold," to give time for the general exclamation of
surprise. "Who the devil is that? Is he mad? Where did
_he_ come from? Does any body know him? He is a devilish
keen-lookin' fellow that; what an eye he has! He looks
like a Yankee, that fellow."

"He's been here, your honour, several days, examines
every thing and says nothing; looks like a knowing one,
your honour. He handles a hoss as if he'd seen one afore
to-day, Sir."

"Who is that gentleman with him?"

"Don't know, your honour, never saw him before; he looks
like a furriner, too."

"Come, Mr. Slick," said I, "we are attracting too much
attention here, let us go."

"Cuss 'em," said he, "I'll attract more attention afore