“Yes!” said Jim.
“Five thousand bucks,” said Mawson.
“Haud yer horrrses!” said another voice, which simply romped with delight every time it struck the letter “r.”
Alick McAdam, the rancher on the left, was also on the job.
“I’ll gi’e ye fifty-five hunnerrr.”
“Six thousand!” topped Mawson in ministerial tones.
Things began to get interesting, and the crowd saw possibilities of an auction.
Jim immediately turned from Mawson to McAdam.
“Sixty-five hunnerrr,” dourly droned the Scot.
“Seven thousand!” said Mawson.