“That’s a nice sight, sir,” I said, pointing in the direction of Bo.
He gave a snort and muttered something below his breath.
“Is his order good?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” he replied; “his order is good.”
“See here, Hinton,” I said, “wouldn’t you care to sell it?”
“W’y, w’at are you driving at?” he returned.
“If you’ll take her back,” I said, indicating Bo in the distance, “I’ll buy your passage for what it’s worth.”
“I don’t know as I’d care to sell,” he returned; “leastw’ys, at any figger you’d care to nyme.”
“What would you care to nyme?” I repeated after him, in involuntary mimicry of his whine.
“One hundred dollars,” he replied.