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"Lord knows, I do," replied Creech.
"Wal, then, here's your chance. I'll give you five hundred in gold an'
Sarchedon to boot."
Creech looked as if he had not heard aright. Bostil repeated the offer.
"No," replied Creech.
"I'll make it a thousand an' throw Plume in with Sarch," flashed Bostil.
"No!" Creech turned pale and swallowed hard.
"Two thousand an' Dusty Ben along with the others?" This was an unheard-of
price to pay for any horse. Creech saw that Bostil was desperate. It was an
almost overpowering temptation. Evidently Creech resisted it only by applying
all his mind to the thought of his clean-limbed, soft-eyed, noble horse.
Bostil did not give Creech time to speak. "Twenty-five hundred an' Two Face
along with the rest!"
"My God, Bostil--stop it! I can't PART with Blue Roan. You're rich an' you've
no heart. Thet I always knew. At least to me you never had, since I owned them
two racers. Didn't I beg you, a little time back, to lend me a few hundred? To
meet thet debt? An' you wouldn't, unless I'd sell the hosses.


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