"He's a good horse, worth a hundred."
"I'm glad of that, but I'm not dealing in horses. I make the offer just to oblige you. Besides, as you said, it's an off season."
"You won't give me more?"
"No."
Blair looked impotently about the room, but his former companions had returned to their game. Filling in the silence, the dull clatter of chips mingled with the drunken snores of the man on the floor.
"Very well, give me forty," he said at last.
"You accept, do you?"
"Yes."
"All right."
Blair waited a moment. "Aren't you going to give me what's coming?" he asked.