“How much is that a pair?” asked Mr. Gilroy.
Tally interpreted again and told his employer the price.
“Great Scott!” exclaimed Mr. Gilroy, in astonishment. “Tell him to trot out another case of these same boots, Tally. The scouts will each take two pair at that price, and we men will take three each.”
But Mr. Gilroy’s greed to buy out the stock at bargain prices was foiled. There were enough small sizes to supply the scouts each with two pairs, but no extra ones for the men.
Mr. Vernon gave the man an extra ten dollar bill for his honesty in the deal, and the old squaw immediately suggested something to Tally.
“She say you want plenty moccasins!”
“We haven’t any!” declared the Captain and the scouts in one breath.
“You’ll need them, on cold nights,” said Mr. Gilroy.
“Yes, I know; but we were going to buy them in Denver,” explained Mrs. Vernon.
“Gude bis’niz you diden’,” chuckled Tally. “Now you buy fine moccasin fer same ten dollah money.”