The horse-trader didn't come near the hotel for a few days, and not until the Doctor had met him and treated him very nicely, thus entirely disarming him of suspicion. One day a circus came to town, and with it a street-salesman carrying a stock of the very cheapest jewelry manufactured. He was unable to procure a license, and made no sales there. I bought from him twenty-five cents' worth of his goods. The Doctor took about half of my purchase, and wrapping them in tissue paper, put them carefully in his valise; and we awaited the arrival of our friend Sam, the horse-trader. One evening we saw him hitching his horse outside, and made ready for him by beginning a very heated discussion concerning a deal we had been having in jewelry. As he entered we were in the hottest of it. The Doctor abused me, and I accused him of not living up to his agreement, and peremptorily demanded one hundred and sixty dollars in cash, or the return of the jewelry. The Doctor said he couldn't pay the money under ten days, and refused to return the jewelry. Then I declared there would be a fight, unless he did one thing or the other on the spot. The Doctor then said he wouldn't disgrace himself by fighting, if he had to turn all the jewelry over to me, and got his valise at once and produced it, and my original bill to him. Sam stepped forward to examine it as I was taking a careful inventory to make sure it was all there. I then casually remarked that I was going to see a certain man the next day, and trade it for a horse and buggy. Sam said: "I'll trade you a nice horse and buggy for it." "Where is your rig?" I asked. "Outside here." I stepped out, and after looking the horse and wagon over, said: "I think that whole rig is worth one hundred and fifty dollars, and I'll trade for ten dollars boot." Sam said he would look the jewelry over again, which he did. He then offered to trade even. I refused to do that, but told him I would trade, if he would let me keep two of the rings. He offered to let me keep one ring. The trade hung for a few moments, and at last, seeing his determination, we consummated the trade and I drove the outfit to the barn. The Doctor didn't sleep a wink that night, and the next morning wanted me to sell out at once, and divide the money. But, seeing a chance to tantalize him, I said: "Doctor, who do you want me to divide with?" "With me," he shouted. "Whom do you suppose?" "Well, thunderation! Doctor; it was my property we traded off. Why should I give you half the profits?" "Great Heavens!" he screamed. "Think of it! One shilling's worth of property!" Then he sizzled around for awhile, and said I was worse than Sam, the horse-shark; because Sam didn't practice beating his friends, and I did, according to that deal. I offered the harness to the Doctor as his share of the deal. He refused, and abused me roundly, till I took him in as full partner on the whole thing.