"The real western kind," nodded the auctioneer.
It looked the part.
"I'll give you two dollars for the saddle," Fred offered.
"You'll pay ten if you get that saddle," replied the red-faced auctioneer.
"Put it up and let us see how the bids will run," proposed Ripley.
"The sale is closed.

Anything that is sold now will go at private sale," retorted the auctioneer.
"Oh, come now!" protested Ripley.

"I'd like to trade with you." "You can, if you produce the price.

At least, your friend can.
I can't deal with you, for you're a minor." Fred tried vainly to persuade the auctioneer to lower the price of the saddle, but finally concluded to pay ten dollars for it and two dollars for a bridle.

A worn saddle cloth was "thrown in" for good measure.