"
"What'd buy Felix Marchand?" Ingolby asked meditatively. "What's his
price?"
Jowett shifted with impatience. "Say, Chief, I don't know what you're
thinking about. Do you think you could make a deal with Felix Marchand?
Not much. You've got the cinch on him. You could send him to quod, and
I'd send him there as quick as lightning. I'd hang him, if I could, for
what he done to Lil Sarnia. Years ago when he was a boy he offered me a
gold watch for a mare I had. The watch looked as right as could be--solid
fourteen-carat, he said it was. He got my horse, and I got his watch. It
wasn't any more gold than he was. It was filled--just plated with
nine-carat gold. It was worth about ten dollars."
"What was the mare worth?" asked Ingolby, his mouth twisting again with
quizzical meaning.
"That mare--she was all right."
"Yes, but what was the matter with her?"
"Oh, a spavin--she was all right when she got wound up--go like Dexter or
Maud S."
"But if you were buying her what would you have paid for her, Jowett?
Come now, man to man, as they say. How much did you pay for her?"
"About what she was worth, Chief, within a dollar or two."
"And what was she worth?"
"What I paid for her-ten dollars."
Then the two men looked at each other full in the eyes, and Jowett threw
back his head and laughed outright--laughed loud and hard.
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