He was quite proud of the deal, and, moreover, he enjoyed seeing his name in the paper.

In the meantime almost everybody in Tinkletown was discussing the awful profligacy of the stranger.

It had not occurred to anybody to wonder why he had been in such a hurry to reach Crow's Cliff, a wild, desolate spot down the river.
"The hoss alone is worth fifty dollars easy," volunteered Mr.Crow triumphantly.

The detective's badge on his inflated chest seemed to sparkle with glee.
"Say, Anderson, isn't it a little queer that he should sell out so cheap ?" asked Harry Squires, the local reporter and pressfeeder.
"What's that ?" demanded Anderson Crow sharply.
"Do you think it's really true that he bought the nag up at Boggs City ?" asked the sceptic.

Mr.Crow wallowed his quid of tobacco helplessly for a minute or two.