David Harum · Chapter 2 (2/2)

“Wa’al, three four days after the shower, an’ the story ’d got aroun’ some⁠—as you say, the deakin is consid’able of a talker⁠—I got holt of Dick⁠—I’ve done him some favors an’ he natur’ly expects more⁠—an’ I says to him: ‘Dick,’ I says, ‘I hear ’t Deakin Perkins has got a hoss that don’t jest suit him⁠—hain’t got knee-action enough at times,’ I says, ‘an’ mebbe he’ll sell him reasonable.’ ‘I’ve heerd somethin’ about it,’ says Dick, laughin’. ‘One of them kind o’ hosses ’t you don’t like to git ketched out in the rain with,’ he says. ‘Jes’ so,’ I says. ‘Now,’ I says, ‘I’ve got a notion ’t I’d like to own that hoss at a price, an’ that mebbe I c’d git him home even if it did rain. Here’s a hunderd an’ ten,’ I says, ‘an’ I want you to see how fur it’ll go to buyin’ him. If you git me the hoss you needn’t bring none on’t back. Want to try?’ I says. ‘All right,’ he says, an’ took the money. ‘But,’ he says, ‘won’t the deakin suspicion that it comes from you?’ ‘Wa’al,’ I says, ‘my portrit ain’t on none o’ the bills, an’ I reckon you won’t tell him so, out an’ out,’ an’ off he went. Yistidy he come in, an’ I says, ‘Wa’al, done anythin’?’ ‘The hoss is in your barn,’ he says. ‘Good fer you!’ I says. ‘Did you make anythin’?’ ‘I’m satisfied,’ he says. ‘I made a ten-dollar note.’ An’ that’s the net results on’t,” concluded David, “that I’ve got the hoss, an’ he’s cost me jest thirty-five dollars.”