"He called me out one side, and axed me what the best hoss was really wo'th.
"'A good hundred and twenty-five,' says I.
"'How about a hundred and fifty?' says he.
"'I wouldn't go a mite over a hundred and forty,' says I.
"'I'll have him, though, at some price, for I've sot my mind on't,' says he, in a determined way.
"Then he went back to the jockey, and offered him a hundred dollars for that critter.
"The jockey chap laughed right in his face at fust, and then he 'peared to get mad, and said, says he:
"'You're either a dealer yourself, or else you wants to insult me; and no matter which it are, I ain't a-going to trade with you at no price.'
"'I'll give you a hundred and twenty-five,' says Jenkins.
"'Pshaw!' says jockey.