forty-eight-point bold-face type, ran the following proclamation:

COL. CYRUS MARDEN
OF CRAIGSWOLD MANOR
OFFERS A CASH AWARD OF
ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS ($100) TO THE
BEST DOG OF ANY BREED EXHIBITED

One hundred dollars!

Link reread the glittering sentence until he could have said it
backward. It would have been a patent lie had he heard it by word
of mouth. But as it was in print, of course it was true.

One hundred dollars! And as a prize for the finest dog in the
show. Not to BUY the dog, mind you. Just as a gift to the man who
happened to own the best dog. It did not seem possible. Yet--

Link knew by hearsay and by observation the ways of the rich
colony at Craigswold. He knew the Craigswolders spent money like
mud, when it so pleased them--although more than one fellow
huckster was at times sore put to it to collect from them a bill
for fresh vegetables.

Yes, and he knew Col. Cyrus Marden by sight, too. He was a
long-faced little man who used to go about dressed in funny knee
pants and with a leather bag of misshapen clubs over his
shoulder. Link had seen him again and again. He had seen the
Colonel's enormous house at Craigswold Manor, too. He had no
doubt Marden could afford this gift of a hundred dollars.