The watch looked as right as could be--solid fourteen-carat, he said it was.

He got my horse, and I got his watch.

It wasn't any more gold than he was.

It was filled--just plated with nine-carat gold.

It was worth about ten dollars." "What was the mare worth ?" asked Ingolby, his mouth twisting again with quizzical meaning.
"That mare--she was all right." "Yes, but what was the matter with her ?" "Oh, a spavin--she was all right when she got wound up--go like Dexter or Maud S." "But if you were buying her what would you have paid for her, Jowett?
Come now, man to man, as they say.