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He
came
with
the
suddenness
of
an
explosion
.
There
was
a
commotion
by
the
doorway
,
a
rolling
burst
of
oaths
,
a
furious
stamping
of
hoofs
,
a
wild
scramble
of
the
dancers
to
either
side
of
the
room
,
and
there
he
was
.
He
had
ridden
the
buckskin
at
a
gallop
straight
through
the
doorway
and
out
into
the
middle
of
the
floor
of
the
barn
.
Once
well
inside
,
Delaney
hauled
up
on
the
cruel
spade
-
bit
,
at
the
same
time
driving
home
the
spurs
,
and
the
buckskin
,
without
halting
in
her
gait
,
rose
into
the
air
upon
her
hind
feet
,
and
coming
down
again
with
a
thunder
of
iron
hoofs
upon
the
hollow
floor
,
lashed
out
with
both
heels
simultaneously
,
her
back
arched
,
her
head
between
her
knees
.
It
was
the
running
buck
,
and
had
not
Delaney
been
the
hardest
buster
in
the
county
,
would
have
flung
him
headlong
like
a
sack
of
sand
.
But
he
eased
off
the
bit
,
gripping
the
mare
’
s
flanks
with
his
knees
,
and
the
buckskin
,
having
long
since
known
her
master
,
came
to
hand
quivering
,
the
bloody
spume
dripping
from
the
bit
upon
the
slippery
floor
.
Delaney
had
arrayed
himself
with
painful
elaboration
,
determined
to
look
the
part
,
bent
upon
creating
the
impression
,
resolved
that
his
appearance
at
least
should
justify
his
reputation
of
being
“
bad
.
”
Nothing
was
lacking
—
neither
the
campaign
hat
with
upturned
brim
,
nor
the
dotted
blue
handkerchief
knotted
behind
the
neck
,
nor
the
heavy
gauntlets
stitched
with
red
,
nor
—
this
above
all
—
the
bear
-
skin
“
chaparejos
,
”
the
hair
trousers
of
the
mountain
cowboy
,
the
pistol
holster
low
on
the
thigh
.
But
for
the
moment
this
holster
was
empty
,
and
in
his
right
hand
,
the
hammer
at
full
cock
,
the
chamber
loaded
,
the
puncher
flourished
his
teaser
,
an
army
Colt
’
s
,
the
lamplight
dully
reflected
in
the
dark
blue
steel
.
In
a
second
of
time
the
dance
was
a
bedlam
.
The
musicians
stopped
with
a
discord
,
and
the
middle
of
the
crowded
floor
bared
itself
instantly
.
It
was
like
sand
blown
from
off
a
rock
;
the
throng
of
guests
,
carried
by
an
impulse
that
was
not
to
be
resisted
,
bore
back
against
the
sides
of
the
barn
,
overturning
chairs
,
tripping
upon
each
other
,
falling
down
,
scrambling
to
their
feet
again
,
stepping
over
one
another
,
getting
behind
each
other
,
diving
under
chairs
,
flattening
themselves
against
the
wall
—
a
wild
,
clamouring
pell
-
mell
,
blind
,
deaf
,
panic
-
stricken
;
a
confused
tangle
of
waving
arms
,
torn
muslin
,
crushed
flowers
,
pale
faces
,
tangled
legs
,
that
swept
in
all
directions
back
from
the
centre
of
the
floor
,
leaving
Annixter
and
Hilma
,
alone
,
deserted
,
their
arms
about
each
other
,
face
to
face
with
Delaney
,
mad
with
alcohol
,
bursting
with
remembered
insult
,
bent
on
evil
,
reckless
of
results
.
After
the
first
scramble
for
safety
,
the
crowd
fell
quiet
for
the
fraction
of
an
instant
,
glued
to
the
walls
,
afraid
to
stir
,
struck
dumb
and
motionless
with
surprise
and
terror
,
and
in
the
instant
’
s
silence
that
followed
Annixter
,
his
eyes
on
Delaney
,
muttered
rapidly
to
Hilma
:
“
Get
back
,
get
away
to
one
side
.
The
fool
MIGHT
shoot
.
”
There
was
a
second
’
s
respite
afforded
while
Delaney
occupied
himself
in
quieting
the
buckskin
,
and
in
that
second
of
time
,
at
this
moment
of
crisis
,
the
wonderful
thing
occurred
.
Hilma
,
turning
from
Delaney
,
her
hands
clasped
on
Annixter
’
s
arm
,
her
eyes
meeting
his
,
exclaimed
:
“
You
,
too
!
”
And
that
was
all
;
but
to
Annixter
it
was
a
revelation
.
Never
more
alive
to
his
surroundings
,
never
more
observant
,
he
suddenly
understood
.
For
the
briefest
lapse
of
time
he
and
Hilma
looked
deep
into
each
other
’
s
eyes
,
and
from
that
moment
on
,
Annixter
knew
that
Hilma
cared
.
The
whole
matter
was
brief
as
the
snapping
of
a
finger
.
Two
words
and
a
glance
and
all
was
done
.
But
as
though
nothing
had
occurred
,
Annixter
pushed
Hilma
from
him
,
repeating
harshly
:
