He regained his control, however, instantly.
"Now about that price!" "I don't know what horses are worth," replied Barry.
"To start, then--five hundred bucks in cold cash--gold!--for your--what's his name ?" "Satan." "Eh ?" "Satan." "H-m-m!" murmured Strann again.

"Five hundred for Satan, then.

How about it ?" "If you can ride him," began the stranger.
"Oh, hell," smiled Strann with a large and careless gesture, "I'll _ride_ him, all right." "Then I would let you take him for nothing," concluded Barry.
"You'd--what ?" said Strann.

Then he rose slowly from his chair and shouted; instantly the swinging doors broke open and a throng of faces appeared at the gap.

"Boys, this gent here is going to give me the black--ha, ha, ha!--if I can ride him!" He turned back on Barry.
"They've heard it," he concluded, "and this bargain is going to stick just this way.