turn down a fair offer."

"Set a price on that sorrel," said Bartley.

Now, Wishful was willing to part with the sorrel, which was showy and
looked fast. Bartley did not want the animal. He merely wanted to arrive
at a basis from which to work.

"Well," drawled Wishful, "I'd let him go for a hundred."

"What will you take for the gray?"

"Him? Well, he's the best hoss I got. I don't think he's your kind of a
hoss."

"The best, eh? And a hundred for the sorrel." Bartley appeared to
reflect.

Wishful really wanted to sell the gray, describing him as the best horse
he owned to awaken Bartley's interest. The best horse in the corral was
the big bay cow-horse; but Wishful had no idea that Bartley knew that.

"Would you put a price on the gray?" queried Bartley.

"Why, sure! You can have him, for a hundred and twenty-five."

"A hundred for the sorrel--and a hundred and twenty-five for the gray;
is that correct?"

"Yep."