"'A hundred and fifty,' says Jenkins.
"'No,' says t'other.
"'A hundred and seventy-five, then.'
"'No.'
"'I'll give you two hundred.'
"'You can't buy him at no price,' says the hoss dealer, looking awful mad.
"'Then let us go to a more decenter place, Mr. Stebbins,' says Jenkins to me.
"We started off together, and as soon as we'd got out of sight of the stable, Jenkins says to me, says he:
"'Friend Stebbins, I wants that are hoss right bad, 'cause he's jest the critter to suit me. I wonder if you couldn't buy him for me?'
"'I don't 'spect I could,' says I, 'for the feller that owns him has got his Dutch up, and won't sell him to neither of us.'