Point. Don't be afraid; it ain't going for that, Judge.
Sunny. [L.] Ninety thousand.
Point. We're getting on.
Thib. One hundred—
Point. One hundred thousand bid for this mag—
Caillou. One hundred and ten thousand—
Point. Good again—one hundred and—
Sunny. Twenty.
Point. And twenty thousand bid. Squire Sunnyside is going to sell this at fifty thousand advance to-morrow.—[Looks round.] Where's that man from Mobile that wanted to give one hundred and eighty thousand?
Thib. I guess he ain't left home yet, Colonel.