Finely I says, 'Wa'al, what do you think of him ?' 'Wa'al,' he says, 'he seems to be a likely enough critter, but I don't believe he'd suit Mr.White--'fraid not,' he says.

'What you askin' fer him ?' he says.

'One-fifty,' I says, 'an' he's a cheap hoss at the money'; but," added the speaker with a laugh, "I knowed I might 's well of said a thousan'.

The deakin wa'n't buyin' no roan colts that mornin'." "What did he say ?" asked Mrs.Bixbee.
"'Wa'al,' he says, 'wa'al, I guess you ought to git that much fer him, but I'm 'fraid he ain't what Mr.White wants.' An' then, 'That's quite a hoss we come down with,' he says.

'Had him long ?' 'Jest long 'nough to git 'quainted with him,' I says.