“It’s too bad, Zeke!” said Daniel in genuine vexation, as he saw the crestfallen look of his own vanquished fowl. “I should like to see that impudent bully get well whipped.” “There isn’t a rooster about here that can whip him, Dan.” “I know that, but he will meet his match some time.” “At any rate I’ll drive him away. He’ll have to run from me.” Dan picked up a stone, and pelted the victor out of the yard, but the feathered bully, even in his flight, raised a crow of victory which vexed the boy. “I’d give all the money I’ve got, Zeke, for a rooster that would whip him,” said Dan. There came a time when Daniel had his wish. He was visiting a relation at some distance when mention was made casually of a famous fighting cock who had never been beaten. “Where is he to be found?” asked the boy eagerly. “Why do you ask?” “I would like to see him,” said Dan. “Oh, well, he belongs to Mr.——.” “Where does he live?” The desired information was given. Shortly after Daniel was missed. He found his way to the farm where the pugnacious fowl resided. In the yard he saw the owner, a farmer. “Good morning, sir,” said Dan. “Good morning, boy. What can I do for you?” was the reply. “I hear you have a cock who is a famous fighter.” “Yes, he’s never been beaten yet!” said the farmer complacently. “Can I see him?” “There he is,” said the owner, pointing out the feathered champion. Daniel surveyed the rooster with great interest. “Will you sell him?” he asked. “I don’t know. Why do you want to buy him?” Daniel explained his object frankly. “How much are you willing to give?” asked the farmer, for he was a Yankee, and ready for a trade. Daniel drew from his pocket half a dollar. It represented his entire cash capital. “Here is half a dollar,” he said. “I’ll give you that.” “Haven’t you got anymore money?” asked the farmer, who had a keen scent for a bargain. “No, sir; it is all I have. I’d give you more if I had it.” Half a dollar in those days was a considerable sum of money, particularly in the eyes of a farmer, who handled very little money, his income being for the most part in the shape of corn, hay and vegetables. Having satisfied himself that it was all he could get, he gave a favorable answer to the boy’s application. Daniel’s eyes sparkled with delight, and he promptly handed over his fifty cent piece. “When do you want to take it?” asked the farmer. “Now,” answered Dan. “Very well.” The fowl was caught, and Daniel carried it back to the house of his relative in triumph. “I’m going home,” he said abruptly. “Going home? Why, you have only just come.” “I’ll come again soon, but I want to take this cock home, and see if he can’t whip Mr. ——-’s. I want to teach the little bully a lesson.” So in spite of all that could be said Daniel started on his way home.