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He just about sells 'em where they ought to go. "There's a fierce crowd at the sale 'n' some grand stuff goes under the hammer. Pappy kids the crowd along 'n' sells 'em so fast it makes you dizzy. They don't more'n lead a hoss out till he's gone. "All of a sudden Pappy climbs clear up on the desk in front of him 'n' stands there a minute, pushin' back his long white hair. "'Na-ow, boys! he says.
He's inviting them in to have something. "Took the hint?" I don't understand.... Oh, is that so? I didn't know there were other words to that tune. See that woman with four little ones. Her husband's carrying two more. "I want to go howm. Why cain't we gow howm? I do' want to gow howm pretty soon. I want to gow na-ow!"
I'm talkin' to you, Bill Masters an' Harry Scott there . . . an' Judge Dillon . . . an' all you big breeders! You've read what this little hoss done in the newspapers. You can see his breedin' in your catalogues. You can look him over as he stands there! But best of all listen to the old man! when he tells you he never held a hammer over a better one in fifty years. Na-ow, boys!
"Not if you'd borrered it, Mr. 'Opeless. She belongs to a Mr. Mills o' Melborough Na-ow! Melchard o' Millsborough. 'E's one o' them there painful dentisters." A sound like a smothered sneeze, followed by a syncopated gurgle, coming from behind him, warned Dick to tone down the comic relief.
"'Na-ow, boys! sings out Pappy, 'there's the biggest little hoss ever you saw! Don't look at him any of you fellahs that wants a yellah dawg to win a cheap race with! He ain't in that class. Step forwahd, you breeders, an' grasp a golden opportunity! Send the best brood mares you've got to this little hoss . . . he's a giant! You hear me a giant! Ed Tumble, I'm talkin' to you!
"Come up bright and smilin', eigh? Now I guess" the emphasis made it clear that the captain believed himself to be employing an Americanism; and so successful was he in his own esteem that he could not resist the temptation to improve upon the imitation "Na-ow I guess yeou're abaout right ready, ben't ye, to hev a drink, sonny?" "No, thank you," said Kirkwood, smiling tolerantly.
"Wall, chaw some quick, and chaw it good. I need it." Chick's jaws worked overtime. Presently he handed a small wad of glutinous gum to his leader. "Na-ow then," announced Bud, dismounting, "I'm goin' ter show you a hurry up repair job." He squatted, cow-boy fashion, in front of the radiator, and with deft fingers pressed the gum into the leak.
"'Na-ow listen, Tom, if you want the little hoss, cut out this triflin' an' bid for him, says Pappy. 'What do I hear? "'Five thousand! some guy hollers. "'That's just a nice little start . . . what do I hear? says Pappy, 'n' I goes into a trance. "I don't come to till I hears Pappy sing out: "'So-o-ld to you for sixteen thousand dollahs, Mr. Humphrey, an' you never bought a cheaper one!
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