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one hundred and eighty-five thousand dollars this year as a two-year-old! There’s no better investment for your money than something like that. Am I right, Carl?”
    The auctioneer turned to his assistant, who, taking the cue, said into the microphone, “You’re dead right, Jim. And, folks, I’ll let you in on a little secret which you all know. Tom Flint bought Silver Jet in this ring last year for only ten thousand dollars! But you’re not going to get this heah full brother for no ten thousand dollars. No, sir! Too many folks right heah know Silver Jet won more money than any other two-year-old colt this year. Too many folks right heah know Silver Jet is the colt to beat in the Kentucky Derby next May! And you all know that this colt is his full brother. And you all want him. But in order to get him, folks, you’re going to open up your wallets. Yes, sir,
this colt may be the one
! And I see Tom Flint in that back row, just sittin’on the edge of his chair and waitin’. He’s got Silver Jet and now he’s out to get this heah fine-looking full brother. All right, Jim. Heah we go! Sell him!”
    The auctioneer took over the microphone and the pavilion resounded to his musical sing-song chant as he got his first bid of fifteen thousand dollars.
    â€œI’m bid fifteen, fifteen, fifteen. Who’ll go twenty, twenty? I got twenty, twenty, twenty. Make it thirty, thirty.
Yeah!
I got thirty, thirty, thirty. Make it forty, forty. I got five, five, five, thirty-five. Make it forty, forty, forty.
Yeah!
I got forty, forty, forty. I want fifty, fifty, fifty. I got fifty, fifty. I want sixty, sixty, sixty. I got five, five, fifty-five. I want sixty, sixty, sixty. I got eight, eight, fifty-eight. Make it sixty, sixty, sixty. I got nine, nine, nine, fifty-nine. Make it sixty, sixty, sixty. I want sixty, sixty, sixty.
Yeah!
I got sixty, sixty. Make it five, five, sixty-five. I want five, five, sixty-five. I got two, two, sixty-two. I want five, five, sixty-five, five, five, sixty-five. I want five, five, sixty-five. I want five, five, sixty-five, five, five, sixty-five. Make it five, five, sixty-five, five, five, sixty-five. I want five, five, sixty-five, five, five, sixty-five.” Suddenly he stopped.
    For a moment the pavilion was quiet. Then the auctioneer said, “Now listen heah, folks. You all know that sixty-two thousand dollars isn’t much to bid for this heah colt.” Although he spoke to more than five hundred people, his words were meant for the two bidders who alone remained in competition for the gray colt.
    Now he singled out one of them—a man sitting near the sales ring—when he said, “Mr. Ashwood, you’re not going to let Mr. Flint get this heah colt, areyou? You went up to sixty thousand dollars. Will you make it sixty-three thousand? That’s not too much money for this colt. Silver Jet came home with more than one hundred eighty-five thousand dollars this year for Mr. Flint. You’re not going to let him take his full brother too, are you?”
    The man near the ring shifted uneasily in his seat but didn’t offer a bid over Flint’s sixty-two thousand dollars. Yet the auctioneer didn’t think he’d lost him so he decided to wait a few more moments. He knew Tom Flint would go still higher to get this colt. All he had to do was to get another rise in bid from Ashwood. So he would wait a few minutes before closing the sale in order to give Ashwood a chance to think it over and to realize that he wanted this colt enough to pay sixty-three thousand dollars for him.
    The auctioneer’s gaze moved to the right of Tom Flint. In a corner chair he saw the short, bulky figure of a man whose hat was pulled down almost completely over his eyes. The auctioneer didn’t recognize him but watched as the man drew a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose. The harsh sound of it broke the strained stillness of the