The bids were climbing far too fast.

We were only ten thousand dollars away from the absolute ceiling Tom Barrett had given us.

If I raised my card twice more, we would hit a brick wall.

We would be completely out of money.

I looked at Luke standing right beside me.

His shoulders were hunched against the biting wind.

He had been staring at the wooden front porch steps for the last twenty minutes.

He wouldn’t look up at the hay wagon.