Did you see this last card of Reachum's? No? How could you? You are on
the road. We now get two postals a day from Reachum, and I expect to
see them coming oftener by and by. Tom, where's Reachum's last card?"

"I don't know; I toss them in the waste basket when I come across
them."

"Don't do it again; I want to make a collection of them in an album.
So $2.85 is the best you can do?"

Now, $2.85 was as well as any one could do, and we only had a margin
of 10 per cent. to figure on. But I determined to cut a little, just
for fun, and see what the upshot would be. So I said, "$2.85 is bottom
everywhere, but I am going to make you a special price of $2.82 1/2."

"Tom," said he turning to the desk, "What was that Shiverhim & Gaily
man's price for bull-dogs?"

"Two dollars and eighty cents."

I swore to myself that I would punch Blissam's head when I next met
him in a good place. There was no getting even with him, let alone
getting ahead of him. I dared not go below $2.80, sell or no sell, so
I began to talk brand.

"Two dollars and eighty cents is all the Lovell bull-dog ought to sell
for," I said: "in fact $2.75 is Reachum's price on them, but we are
selling F.& W. goods, and can easily get 5 to 10 cents more for them."

"Will you sell me some of Lovell's at $2.75?"