"Peetka—him got."
The old man began to chatter angrily, and abuse the lad for introducing a rival on the scene. The strangers hailed the new-comer.
"How much is your dog?"
Peetka stopped, considered, studied the scene immediately before him, and then the distant prospect.
"You got dog?"
He nodded.
"Well, how much?"
"Sixty dolla."
"One dog, sixty?"
He nodded.