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He
made
an
exaggerated
show
of
replacing
his
big
horn
in
its
case
,
but
the
by
-
standers
raised
a
great
protest
.
The
sandwiches
and
one
sausage
were
produced
;
the
other
had
disappeared
.
In
the
end
Skeezichs
allowed
himself
to
be
appeased
.
The
dance
was
resumed
.
Half
an
hour
later
the
gathering
in
the
harness
room
was
considerably
reinforced
.
It
was
the
corner
of
the
barn
toward
which
the
male
guests
naturally
gravitated
.
Harran
Derrick
,
who
only
cared
to
dance
with
Hilma
Tree
,
was
admitted
.
Garnett
from
the
Ruby
rancho
and
Gethings
from
the
San
Pablo
,
came
in
a
little
afterwards
.
A
fourth
bowl
of
punch
was
mixed
,
Annixter
and
Caraher
clamouring
into
each
other
’
s
face
as
to
its
ingredients
.
Cigars
were
lighted
.
Soon
the
air
of
the
room
became
blue
with
an
acrid
haze
of
smoke
.
It
was
very
warm
.
Ranged
in
their
chairs
around
the
side
of
the
room
,
the
guests
emptied
glass
after
glass
.
Vanamee
alone
refused
to
drink
.
He
sat
a
little
to
one
side
,
disassociating
himself
from
what
was
going
forward
,
watching
the
others
calmly
,
a
little
contemptuously
,
a
cigarette
in
his
fingers
.
Hooven
,
after
drinking
his
third
glass
,
however
,
was
afflicted
with
a
great
sadness
;
his
breast
heaved
with
immense
sighs
.
He
asserted
that
he
was
“
obbressed
;
”
Cutter
had
taken
his
steer
.
He
retired
to
a
corner
and
seated
himself
in
a
heap
on
his
chair
,
his
heels
on
the
rungs
,
wiping
the
tears
from
his
eyes
,
refusing
to
be
comforted
.
Old
Broderson
startled
Annixter
,
who
sat
next
to
him
,
out
of
all
measure
by
suddenly
winking
at
him
with
infinite
craftiness
.
“
When
I
was
a
lad
in
Ukiah
,
”
he
whispered
hoarsely
,
“
I
was
a
devil
of
a
fellow
with
the
girls
;
but
Lordy
!
”
he
nudged
him
slyly
,
“
I
wouldn
’
t
have
it
known
!
”
Of
those
who
were
drinking
,
Annixter
alone
retained
all
his
wits
.
Though
keeping
pace
with
the
others
,
glass
for
glass
,
the
punch
left
him
solid
upon
his
feet
,
clear
-
headed
.
The
tough
,
cross
-
grained
fibre
of
him
seemed
proof
against
alcohol
.
Never
in
his
life
had
he
been
drunk
.
He
prided
himself
upon
his
power
of
resistance
.
It
was
his
nature
.
“
Say
!
”
exclaimed
old
Broderson
,
gravely
addressing
the
company
,
pulling
at
his
beard
uneasily
—
“
say
!
I
—
I
—
listen
!
I
’
m
a
devil
of
a
fellow
with
the
girls
.
”
He
wagged
his
head
doggedly
,
shutting
his
eyes
in
a
knowing
fashion
.
“
Yes
,
sir
,
I
am
.
There
was
a
young
lady
in
Ukiah
—
that
was
when
I
was
a
lad
of
seventeen
.
We
used
to
meet
in
the
cemetery
in
the
afternoons
.
I
was
to
go
away
to
school
at
Sacramento
,
and
the
afternoon
I
left
we
met
in
the
cemetery
and
we
stayed
so
long
I
almost
missed
the
train
.
Her
name
was
Celestine
.
”
There
was
a
pause
.
The
others
waited
for
the
rest
of
the
story
.
