"Then I am just the man you want to see," said the cattle-dealer. "You'll need a wagon, a span of oxen, half a dozen salted horses, and a big lot of supplies."
Oscar said he knew that.
"Well, it's my business to furnish those things to gentlemen who are going up the country, and I will fit you out in good shape without the least trouble to yourself. I have a good, strong wagon—the best in the country—with canvas tent and all complete."
"What is it worth?" asked Oscar.
"A hundred and twenty-five pounds."
"How much do you ask for your oxen?"
"Fifteen pounds apiece."
"Got any salted horses?"
"Plenty of them, and they are worth a hundred each. They are fine runners and good, steady hunters, used to elephants, lions, buffalo, and all that sort of game. You'll be wanting dogs, too," said the man, who began to think he had struck a gold mine.
"Yes; but I don't expect to pay much for them."