"I have no saddle," said he, "but I will give you a blanket and bridle."
"All right, it's a trade."
We bridled and blanketed the mare, I delivered the chain to him and mounted, ready for a start.
"Now, young feller," said he, "the trade is made and there must be no 'kicking' on either side. You agree to that do you?"
"Yes sir," I answered, "I'll never kick if the old mare dies in five minutes from now."
"That's right," said he, "you're a dandy, and just the sort of feller I like to deal with."
"Well, I'll bid you good day"—tipping my hat.
"See here, one moment," he yelled, as I had gotten well on my way. "Say! the trade is made and no squealing on either side. How much is this chain actually worth?"
"Well," I answered, in a loud tone, "those kind cost me ten dollars per dozen, or eighty-odd cents each."
He staggered and fell back against the fence. His wife yelled in a high pitched voice: