"I'm sorry that I haven't heard of you before." And the sound of his voice made Jerry Strann grin again; it was such a low, soft voice with the velvet of a young girl's tone in it; moreover, the brown eyes seemed to apologise for the ignorance concerning Strann's name.
"You got a hoss out in front." A nod of agreement.
"What's your price ?" "None." "No price?
Look here," argued Strann, "everything's got a price, and I got to have that hoss, understand?
_Got_ to! I ain't bargaining.

I won't try to beat you down.

You just set a figger and I'll cover it.

I guess that's square!" "He ain't a gentle hoss," said Barry.

"Maybe you wouldn't like him." "Oh, that's all right about being gentle," chuckled Strann.