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“
Yes
,
car
-
load
lots
,
of
course
.
.
.
two
cents
.
Well
,
all
right
.
”
He
turned
away
with
a
great
sigh
of
relief
.
“
He
sure
did
have
me
scared
for
a
minute
,
”
he
said
to
Annixter
,
as
the
two
went
down
to
the
street
,
“
fiddling
and
fussing
so
long
.
Two
cents
is
all
right
,
though
.
Seems
fair
to
me
.
That
fiddling
of
his
was
all
put
on
.
I
know
’
em
,
these
railroad
heelers
.
He
knew
I
was
a
discharged
employee
first
off
,
and
he
played
the
game
just
to
make
me
seem
small
because
I
had
to
ask
favours
of
him
.
I
don
’
t
suppose
the
General
Office
tips
its
slavees
off
to
act
like
swine
,
but
there
’
s
the
feeling
through
the
whole
herd
of
them
.
’
Ye
got
to
come
to
us
.
We
let
ye
live
only
so
long
as
we
choose
,
and
what
are
ye
going
to
do
about
it
?
If
ye
don
’
t
like
it
,
git
out
.
’
”
Annixter
and
the
engineer
descended
to
the
street
and
had
a
drink
at
the
Yosemite
bar
,
and
Annixter
went
into
the
General
Store
while
Dyke
bought
a
little
pair
of
red
slippers
for
Sidney
.
Before
the
salesman
had
wrapped
them
up
,
Dyke
slipped
a
dime
into
the
toe
of
each
with
a
wink
at
Annixter
.
“
Let
the
little
tad
find
’
em
there
,
”
he
said
behind
his
hand
in
a
hoarse
whisper
.
“
That
’
ll
be
one
on
Sid
.
”
“
Where
to
now
?
”
demanded
Annixter
as
they
regained
the
street
.
“
I
’
m
going
down
to
the
Post
Office
and
then
pull
out
for
the
ranch
.
Going
my
way
?
”
Dyke
hesitated
in
some
confusion
,
tugging
at
the
ends
of
his
fine
blonde
beard
.
“
No
,
no
.
I
guess
I
’
ll
leave
you
here
.
I
’
ve
got
—
got
other
things
to
do
up
the
street
.
So
long
.
”
The
two
separated
,
and
Annixter
hurried
through
the
crowd
to
the
Post
Office
,
but
the
mail
that
had
come
in
on
that
morning
’
s
train
was
unusually
heavy
.
It
was
nearly
half
an
hour
before
it
was
distributed
.
Naturally
enough
,
Annixter
placed
all
the
blame
of
the
delay
upon
the
railroad
,
and
delivered
himself
of
some
pointed
remarks
in
the
midst
of
the
waiting
crowd
.
He
was
irritated
to
the
last
degree
when
he
finally
emerged
upon
the
sidewalk
again
,
cramming
his
mail
into
his
pockets
.
One
cause
of
his
bad
temper
was
the
fact
that
in
the
bundle
of
Quien
Sabe
letters
was
one
to
Hilma
Tree
in
a
man
’
s
handwriting
.
