"'What'll ye take for it, hoss?'
"I made out as though I didn't keer, and says I:
"'It was sent to me by a cousin up in York, and I don't keer to sell; but yer may take it for $250.'
"He turned green about the gills at that, and says he:
"'Say $100, and I'll take it with my eyes shut.'
"'It's yourn,' says I. 'Give us the rags.'
"He smelt a bug that time; but it was too late; so he forked out the rale stuff, and then went to look at the two-wheeler.
"'Thunder!' says he, blinkin' at the seat. 'I've seen that afore, or my name isn't what my father's wus!'
"'Better 'blieve it,' says I; 'that's your four-wheeler shaved down to the very latest York-fashion.'
"Then he did cuss; but twarn't no use. The trade was a trade, and all the boys larfed till their tongues hung out. I treated all round, and as I left 'em, says I: