The Englishman called Dalton over.
“Say, old chap,––have a drink!”
Dalton had one.
“What about that horse, Dalton? Have you sold her yet?”
“No siree! I’ll sell her when I get my price. I ain’t in no hurry.”
“Well, you know I offered you two hundred and fifty for her.”
“And she’s yours for five hundred bucks.”
Phil interfered.
“Oh, come off the grass! What do you take my friend for?”
“Do you know the horse we’re talking about?” asked Dalton.