"Well--if a cow ever had a set of teeth in her upper jaw she'd be in a side-show. They don't have 'em. This cow is only three--a young animal." "That's true," Canby assented. "I declare! It seems very curious," Wallie exclaimed, astounded. He added, with all his importance punctured: "I fear I have much to learn." "This is a good place to learn it," observed the cow's valet. Wallie bought the Jersey at private sale, and needless to say, paid its full value. "She'll be fresh in January," the man said to him. Wallie looked bewildered, so the other explained further: "She'll have a calf." He said it in such a confidential manner that Wallie thought it was a secret and lowered his voice to answer: "I'm glad of it." He had a notion that he had gotten the best of Canby and wished that Miss Spenceley and The Colonial folk knew he had made a shrewd bargain and gotten a herd started. To Canby, who accompanied him on his tour of inspection, he said eagerly: "Where I wish your assistance is in the selection of my work-horses. What would you advise? Have you a pair in mind, Mr. Canby?" Canby reflected. "That was a good horse Boise Bill was currying," he suggested. "Yes, I noticed him. Is there another like him?" "I believe he is one of a team." Canby was correct in his surmise. The pair were well matched and, impressed by their looks and strength, Wallie was delighted and determined to have them if possible. "Fourteen hundred is a good weight for your purpose--above that they are apt to be clumsy," said Canby. Wallie agreed enthusiastically. "My own idea exactly. You see, I'll have to use them for driving as well as working, until I can afford a motor." The gathering was composed mostly of good, honest folk but plain ones. They did, however, seem to know exactly what they were buying and why they wanted it, and Wallie was fearful that a pair of such exceptional horses would be run up to a figure beyond his resources. He wished they would bring them out and end the suspense which was momentarily growing greater as he thought of losing them. Boise Bill drove the pair from the stable finally, just as a powerful machine arrived and took a place in the outer circle. New arrivals had no interest at the moment for Wallie, who was as nervous as a young opera singer. As Boise Bill walked behind the team slapping them with a rope-end to drive them forward, it occurred to Wallie that it would have been much simpler to have led them, but as every one had his own way of doing things in this country he gave no further thought to the matter. If he had not been so anxious and intent upon what was about to happen, he might also have observed an interchange of knowing looks among the gentlemen whose clothes were secured mostly with shingle-nails and baling-wire. The team looked all the auctioneer declared them to be as they stood head to head--young, strong, perfectly matched--and he defied all Wyoming to find a blemish on them.