He had to pull that old broad-brim of his'n down to his ears, an' don't you fergit it.

He, he, he, he! The road was jest _full_ o' hosses.

Wa'al, we drove into the yard, an' I told the hired man to unhitch the bay hoss an' fetch out the roan, an' while he was bein' unhitched the deakin stood 'round an' never took his eyes off'n him, an' I knowed I wouldn't sell the deakin no roan hoss _that_ day, even if I wanted to.

But when he come out I begun to crack him up, an' I talked hoss fer all I was wuth.

The deakin looked him over in a don't-care kind of a way, an' didn't 'parently give much heed to what I was sayin'.