The case seemed to be one that called for his attention; truly, it did not look like public property, this astounding proposition.
"What you so derned anxious to sell for ?" demanded Anderson Crow, listening from a distance to see if he could detect a blemish in the horse's breathing gear.

At a glance, the buggy looked safe enough.
"I'm anxious to sell for cash," replied the stranger; and Anderson was floored.

The boy who snickered this time had cause to regret it, for Mr.
Crow arrested him half an hour later for carrying a bean-shooter.

"I paid a hundred dollars for the outfit in Boggs City," went on the stranger nervously.

"Some one make an offer--and quick! I'm in a rush!" "I'll give five dollars!" said one of the onlookers with an apologetic laugh.