"A thoroughly interesting bit of fiction, with a well-defined plot, a slender but easily followed 'love' interest, some bold and finely sketched character drawing, and a perfect gold mine of shrewd, dialectic philosophy."--The Call, San Francisco.
(Adapted into the first radio soap opera.)
'Jes' so, jes' so, he may be wuth the money, but jest as I'm fixed now he ain't wuth it to me, an' I hain't got that much money with me if he was,' I says. The other feller hadn't said nothin' up to that time, an' he broke in now. 'I s'pose you'd take him fer a gift, wouldn't ye?' he says, kind o' sneerin'.
"'Wa'al, yes,' I says, 'I dunno but I would if you'd throw in a pound of tea an' a halter.'
"He kind o' laughed an' says, 'Wa'al, this ain't no gift enterprise, an' I guess we ain't goin' to trade, but I'd like to know,' he says, 'jest as a matter of curios'ty, what you'd say he was wuth to ye?'
"'Wa'al,' I says, 'I come over this mornin' to see a feller that owed me a trifle o' money. Exceptin' of some loose change, what he paid me 's all I got with me,' I says, takin' out my wallet. 'That wad's got a hunderd an' twenty-five into it, an' if you'd sooner have your hoss an' halter than the wad,' I says, 'why, I'll bid ye good-day.'
"'You're offerin' one-twenty-