The crowd roared its appreciation.
“The’ ain’t much in names,” observed Larkin testily.
The crowd laughed again, though, of course, less heartily.
“Well, Heaven or Hell,” said Huntington, “is the horse for sale?”
“He is––if he ain’t sold already.”
“How’s that?”
“We’re offered a price for him––if it still holds good. That’s why we’ve come to Paradise––an’ no other reason, believe me!”
“How much?”
“Thousand.”
There was a stir in the crowd.