“ ‘I’ll give you a hundred and fifty.’
“ ‘Split the difference,’ sez I.
“ ‘Done!’ sez he.
“ ‘The hoss is yourn,’ sez I.
“He give me the money, took the animal, an’ that’s the last I’ve heene o’ him or that hoss.”
“Possible!” exclaimed his friend.
“Yaas, under all the circumstances, I thort it wan’t best to keep the beast, you see, so I let him go.”
“Where are you going now?” asked his friend.
“To York.”
“When do you return?”