'What name, I say?' was the irritated reply.
'Alwright, I say.'
'All wrong, you mean. 'Spect you'll make it all right in the morning, hey?'
'Al-wright!' cried the purchaser.
'Yes, all right!' cried the crowd, taking the joke. 'All right-go ahead, old knock 'em down.'
The auctioneer began to be profane.
'A-l, Al,' began Alwright.
'Hold your tongue! Go——' continued the auctioneer.
'A-l Al, w-r-i-g-h-t wright,' continued the buyer.
'O—h, thunder!' exclaimed Hammer, on whom the laughter of the mob began to operate. 'That's it, is it! Beg pardon. James, put this gentleman's name down. All right, sir. Go ahead. Gentlemen, allow me to call your attention to this fine lot of leather. Did I hear twenty-five?—five—five—five—an' an' a ha'f, an' a ha'f, an' a ha'f—gone!'