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Cker than yours--that's all--better groomed than the one

in yo' barn.' "'I reckon he is,' said I, for I knew very well there
wa'n't none in my barn. 'That's strange,' I went on, 'but you kno'
what I said.' "'Do
you still hold to that offer?' he axed. "'I'll make bond with
my daddy-in-law on it,' I
said. "'Nuff said,' an' Jud was gone. The next day he came back
leading the black, slicker
an' hence no-counter than ever, if possible. "'Look at him,' he said
proudly--'a dead match for yourn. Jes' han' me that two an' a half an'
take him. You now have a team worth a thousan'.' "I looked the hoss
over
plum' surprised like. "'Why, Jud,' I said as softly as I cu'd, for I
was nigh to bustin', an' I had a lot of friends come to see the sho',
an' they standin' 'round stickin' their old hats in their mouths
to keep from explodin'--'Why,
Jud, my dear friend,' I said, 'ain't you kind o' mistaken about this?
I said a _match_ for t