220 TALES OF THE TURF. 



But Mac was game. It was a matter of professional 

 pride now. Between the desire of owning the best green 

 horse in Missouri and the dealer's wounded pride, it was 

 nearly a dead heat. 



"Well, you see," said Mac, "That was a good while 

 ago, and though I like your horse well enough, I have 

 no particular use for him now." 



•"All right," said Rhoades, Jr., as he half turned to 

 go, "But I thought you might have a brood mare in foal 

 you would like to trade for this gelding, and he's a good 

 one, that's what he is." 



"Well," said Mac, "I have several mares, look around 

 in the stable for yourself and say how you would trade 

 for one." 



The boy slipped down from the horse, looked over 

 the stock, quickly picking out one, the very best mare 

 Mac owned, saying he'd trade for her. But Mac wouldn't 

 part with that one, so the boy chose another, the next 

 best one. Mac didn't relish the choice but the fever was 

 on him again as old man Rhoades hove in sight. 



"I'll trade for her and take $60 to boot," said the boy. 



^ lac was still game and really afraid to accept too 

 suddenly. 



"No, I can't do that," said Mac. 



"Oh, he'll take $50 to boot," said Rhoades, Sr. 



Mac replied, "The mare would sell for about as much 

 as the horse in the market, but I believe the horse will 

 do me some good and I know you want the mare, so I 

 guess I'll trade." 



There was one happy man that February night West 

 of the Mississippi and it was \Y. A. McNulty of Sedalia, 

 the proud owner of the best green horse he ever saw. 



The mare had a short time previously cost $150, so 



