"They've had good grass and plenty of water.

They're fat, an' are good beef cattle.

Thirty-three dollars is the market price.
What will you give for them, delivered to your corral here ?" The resident buyer looked uncomfortable.

"I've had orders not to buy any more cattle for a time." "Whose orders ?" demanded Sanderson.
The resident buyer's face flushed and he looked more uncomfortable.
"My firm's orders!" he snapped.
Sanderson laughed grimly; he saw guilt in the resident buyer's eyes.
"Silverthorn's orders," he said shortly.

At the other's emphatic negative Sanderson laughed again.