At last they came in sight of Brookville, and Nat drove the cow to the yard of Jackson the butcher.
The butcher was a fat, good-natured man of middle age. But he was a shrewd business man and first-class at driving a bargain.
"What do you want, boy?" he asked of Nat.
"Do you want to buy a cow, Mr. Jackson? Sam says you were out looking for cows day before yesterday."
"I did want cows then, but I've got nearly all I want now."
"Oh, then I'll go elsewhere," answered Nat.
"Hold on, not so fast. What do you want for your cow?"
"Thirty dollars."
"Phew! you don't want much."
"She's worth it. You can milk her or use her for meat, just as you choose."