"What will you take for the gray?"
"Him? Well, he's the best hoss I got. I don't think he's your kind of a hoss."
"The best, eh? And a hundred for the sorrel." Bartley appeared to reflect.
Wishful really wanted to sell the gray, describing him as the best horse he owned to awaken Bartley's interest. The best horse in the corral was the big bay cow-horse; but Wishful had no idea that Bartley knew that.
"Would you put a price on the gray?" queried Bartley.
"Why, sure! You can have him, for a hundred and twenty-five."
"A hundred for the sorrel--and a hundred and twenty-five for the gray; is that correct?"
"Yep."
"And you say the gray is the best horse in the corral?"
"He sure is!"