I suppose he thought that Addison was bidding for the old Squire; but I knew that the old Squire had no thought of buying the farm.
After a few moments Lurvey called, "Eighteen hundred!" "Eighteen fifty," said Addison; and now I grew uneasy for him in good earnest.
"You had better stop that," I whispered.

"They'll get it off on to you if you don't take care." And I pulled his sleeve impatiently.
Willis was grinning broadly; he also thought that Addison was bluffing the other bidders.
Haines then said, "Nineteen hundred"; and Lurvey at once cried, "Nineteen twenty-five!" It was now apparent that Lurvey meant to get the farm if he could, and that Haines also wanted it.

The auctioneer glanced toward us.

Much to my relief, Addison now backed off a little, as if he had made his best bid and was going away; but to my consternation he turned when near the gate and cried, "Nineteen fifty!" "Are you crazy ?" I whispered, and tried to get him to leave.

He backed up against the gatepost, however, and stood there, watching the auctioneer.