Shively with determination to sell him a good bill. But I saw he had a customer, and kept out of the way, but not too far to hear the conversation. "That," said Shively, "is a better gun than the ordinary Lafoucheaux a good deal better.

I did not attempt to contradict him, for it's a mighty poor time for that when you are hunting for an order, but I tried to change the conversation into some other channel. "How is your stock of guns?" "Full. What do you ask for the Lafoucheaux, twist barrels?" "Ten fifty." "Oh, you're way out of reach."

I used this as a bait wherever I could, but every other man had been throwing out offers of the same kind, and mine were not so greedily taken as I would like to have had them. "No use of your offering baits," said one party "there's no life in the gun business any more. Here's Lafoucheaux guns at $7, Flobert rifles at $2, Smith & Wesson revolvers at $8, and the deuce knows where it will stop.

"He's a lightning fellow; well posted; good natured; sharp as a needle, and a mighty sight better than his house. If he was in business for himself I'd buy all my goods of him." Yes, that was interesting; but I had other fish to fry. "Do you need any Lafoucheaux guns?" "Yes, if I can buy them right." "I will meet any price given you by Reachum, Simmons, or Hibbard Spencer."