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All
along
one
side
of
the
barn
were
a
row
of
stalls
,
fourteen
of
them
,
clean
as
yet
,
redolent
of
new
cut
wood
,
the
sawdust
still
in
the
cracks
of
the
flooring
.
Deliberately
the
druggist
went
from
one
to
the
other
,
pausing
contemplatively
before
each
.
He
returned
down
the
line
and
again
took
up
his
position
by
the
door
of
the
feed
room
,
nodding
his
head
judicially
,
as
if
satisfied
.
He
decided
to
put
on
his
gloves
.
By
now
it
was
quite
dark
.
Outside
,
between
the
barn
and
the
ranch
houses
one
could
see
a
group
of
men
on
step
-
ladders
lighting
the
festoons
of
Japanese
lanterns
.
In
the
darkness
,
only
their
faces
appeared
here
and
there
,
high
above
the
ground
,
seen
in
a
haze
of
red
,
strange
,
grotesque
.
Gradually
as
the
multitude
of
lanterns
were
lit
,
the
light
spread
.
The
grass
underfoot
looked
like
green
excelsior
.
Another
group
of
men
invaded
the
barn
itself
,
lighting
the
lamps
and
lanterns
there
.
Soon
the
whole
place
was
gleaming
with
points
of
light
.
Young
Vacca
,
who
had
disappeared
,
returned
with
his
pockets
full
of
wax
candles
.
He
resumed
his
whittling
,
refusing
to
answer
any
questions
,
vociferating
that
he
was
busy
.
Outside
there
was
a
sound
of
hoofs
and
voices
.
More
guests
had
arrived
.
The
druggist
,
seized
with
confusion
,
terrified
lest
he
had
put
on
his
gloves
too
soon
,
thrust
his
hands
into
his
pockets
.
It
was
Cutter
,
Magnus
Derrick
’
s
division
superintendent
,
who
came
,
bringing
his
wife
and
her
two
girl
cousins
.
They
had
come
fifteen
miles
by
the
trail
from
the
far
distant
division
house
on
“
Four
”
of
Los
Muertos
and
had
ridden
on
horseback
instead
of
driving
.
Mrs
.
Cutter
could
be
heard
declaring
that
she
was
nearly
dead
and
felt
more
like
going
to
bed
than
dancing
.
The
two
girl
cousins
,
in
dresses
of
dotted
Swiss
over
blue
sateen
,
were
doing
their
utmost
to
pacify
her
.
She
could
be
heard
protesting
from
moment
to
moment
.
One
distinguished
the
phrases
“
straight
to
my
bed
,
”
“
back
nearly
broken
in
two
,
”
“
never
wanted
to
come
in
the
first
place
.
”
The
druggist
,
observing
Cutter
take
a
pair
of
gloves
from
Mrs
.
Cutter
’
s
reticule
,
drew
his
hands
from
his
pockets
.
But
abruptly
there
was
an
interruption
.
In
the
musicians
’
corner
a
scuffle
broke
out
.
A
chair
was
overturned
.
There
was
a
noise
of
imprecations
mingled
with
shouts
of
derision
.
Skeezicks
,
the
Frenchman
,
had
turned
upon
the
joshers
.
“
Ah
,
no
,
”
he
was
heard
to
exclaim
,
“
at
the
end
of
the
end
it
is
too
much
.
Kind
of
a
bad
canary
—
we
will
go
to
see
about
that
.
Aha
,
let
him
close
up
his
face
before
I
demolish
it
with
a
good
stroke
of
the
fist
.
”
The
men
who
were
lighting
the
lanterns
were
obliged
to
intervene
before
he
could
be
placated
.
Hooven
and
his
wife
and
daughters
arrived
.
Minna
was
carrying
little
Hilda
,
already
asleep
,
in
her
arms
.
Minna
looked
very
pretty
,
striking
even
,
with
her
black
hair
,
pale
face
,
very
red
lips
and
greenish
-
blue
eyes
.
She
was
dressed
in
what
had
been
Mrs
.
Hooven
’
s
wedding
gown
,
a
cheap
affair
of
“
farmer
’
s
satin
.
”
Mrs
.
Hooven
had
pendent
earrings
of
imitation
jet
in
her
ears
.
Hooven
was
wearing
an
old
frock
coat
of
Magnus
Derrick
’
s
,
the
sleeves
too
long
,
the
shoulders
absurdly
too
wide
.
He
and
Cutter
at
once
entered
into
an
excited
conversation
as
to
the
ownership
of
a
certain
steer
.
“
Why
,
the
brand
—
—
”
