Just as he was about turning the corner, a runabout in which were seated two men passed him.

It stopped, and the men turned and looked back at him.

Then before Carroll turned the corner, one hailed him: "Hullo!" he said.
"Hullo!" returned Carroll, and stood waiting while the man swung his trap round with cautious hisses--he drove a high-stepping mare.
"Are you a man by the name of Carroll ?" said he, holding the fretting mare tightly, and seesawing the lines, as she tried to dart first one way, then the other.
Carroll nodded.
"Well, look a-here," said the man, "I heerd you wanted to buy some hosses." "You heard rightly," said Carroll.
"Wall, I've got a pair that can't be beat.

Kentucky bred, four-year-old, sound as a whip.

Not an out." "Are you a trader ?" "Yep.