"How much do you think horses are worth, anyway ?" "I don't know," Sam said frankly, and, unconsciously, he added, "They might be more and they might be less." "Well, when our ole horse died," Penrod said, "Papa said he wouldn't taken five hunderd dollars for him.

That's how much HORSES are worth!" "My gracious!" Sam exclaimed.

Then he had a practical afterthought.

"But maybe he was a better horse than this'n.

What colour was he ?" "He was bay.