"I'm glad to hear it. He never did want the whip."

"I didn't say that, sir. If ever a horse wanted the whip, he do.
He's brought me to beggary almost with his snail's pace. I'm very
glad you've come to rid me of him."

"I don't know that," said Mr. Raymond. "Suppose I were to ask you
to buy him of me--cheap."

"I wouldn't have him in a present, sir. I don't like him.
And I wouldn't drive a horse that I didn't like--no, not for gold.
It can't come to good where there's no love between 'em."

"Just bring out your own horse, and let me see what sort of a pair
they'd make."

Joseph laughed rather bitterly as he went to fetch Diamond.

When the two were placed side by side, Mr. Raymond could
hardly keep his countenance, but from a mingling of feelings.
Beside the great, red, round barrel, Ruby, all body and no legs,
Diamond looked like a clothes-horse with a skin thrown over it.
There was hardly a spot of him where you could not descry some
sign of a bone underneath. Gaunt and grim and weary he stood,
kissing his master, and heeding no one else.

"You haven't been using him well," said Mr. Raymond.

"I must say," returned Joseph, throwing an arm round his horse's neck,