"'Why, you ain't kiddin', are you?' he says. 'Wait a minute—'
"He goes outside 'n' I see him talkin' to several.
"'It's straight,' he says, when he comes back. 'But it ain't possible!'
"'Who owns this colt?' he says, after he's looked at the leg some more.
"'I do,' I says. 'I just give a hundred 'n' thirty fur him.'
"'What did you ever buy him for?' he says.
"I studies a minute, a-lookin' at Hamilton.
"'I've got softenin' of the brain, I guess,' I says.
"'He's a nice made thing,' says the vet. 'How's he bred?'
"I tells him, 'n' he looks at the leg some more, 'n' then walks 'round the colt a couple a times.