“Um!” mused Phelps. “How much did you pay for this timepiece, Lige?”
“Five hundred,” was the careless answer.
Phelps handed back the watch and pulled another from somewhere under his short jacket.
“I got one that’s just as good, an’ it only cost me four hundred.”
Benner pondered for a moment.
“Say, Hank,” said he, as a bright idea gathered in his brain. “I’ll bet a hundred I can throw my watch farther down the street than you can throw yours.”
“Well, great horn-toads!” muttered the Laramie man. “I wonder how far it is to the nearest asylum for the feeble-minded.”
“Did you speak?” asked Hank Phelps, whirling on Wild Bill.
“I did. I was wondering if they throw in a watch with every suit of greaser clothes they sell in this town?”
“Buy a suit and find out!”