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“
I
want
to
see
about
those
lands
of
mine
—
I
mean
of
yours
—
of
the
railroad
’
s
,
”
Annixter
commenced
at
once
.
“
I
want
to
know
when
I
can
buy
.
I
’
m
sick
of
fooling
along
like
this
.
”
“
Well
,
Mr
.
Annixter
,
”
observed
Ruggles
,
writing
a
great
L
before
the
ANN
,
and
finishing
it
off
with
a
flourishing
D
.
“
The
lands
”
—
he
crossed
out
one
of
the
N
’
s
and
noted
the
effect
with
a
hasty
glance
—
“
the
lands
are
practically
yours
.
You
have
an
option
on
them
indefinitely
,
and
,
as
it
is
,
you
don
’
t
have
to
pay
the
taxes
.
”
“
Rot
your
option
!
I
want
to
own
them
,
”
Annixter
declared
.
“
What
have
you
people
got
to
gain
by
putting
off
selling
them
to
us
.
Here
this
thing
has
dragged
along
for
over
eight
years
.
When
I
came
in
on
Quien
Sabe
,
the
understanding
was
that
the
lands
—
your
alternate
sections
—
were
to
be
conveyed
to
me
within
a
few
months
.
”
“
The
land
had
not
been
patented
to
us
then
,
”
answered
Ruggles
.
“
Well
,
it
has
been
now
,
I
guess
,
”
retorted
Annixter
.
“
I
’
m
sure
I
couldn
’
t
tell
you
,
Mr
.
Annixter
.
”
Annixter
crossed
his
legs
weariedly
.
“
Oh
,
what
’
s
the
good
of
lying
,
Ruggles
?
You
know
better
than
to
talk
that
way
to
me
.
”
Ruggles
’
s
face
flushed
on
the
instant
,
but
he
checked
his
answer
and
laughed
instead
.
“
Oh
,
if
you
know
so
much
about
it
—
”
he
observed
.
