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As
soon
as
supper
was
over
,
the
floor
was
cleared
again
.
The
guests
clamoured
for
a
Virginia
reel
.
The
last
quarter
of
the
evening
,
the
time
of
the
most
riotous
fun
,
was
beginning
.
The
young
men
caught
the
girls
who
sat
next
to
them
.
The
orchestra
dashed
off
into
a
rollicking
movement
.
The
two
lines
were
formed
.
In
a
second
of
time
the
dance
was
under
way
again
;
the
guests
still
wearing
the
Phrygian
bonnets
and
liberty
caps
of
pink
and
blue
tissue
paper
.
But
the
group
of
men
once
more
adjourned
to
the
harness
room
.
Fresh
boxes
of
cigars
were
opened
;
the
seventh
bowl
of
fertiliser
was
mixed
.
Osterman
poured
the
dregs
of
a
glass
of
it
upon
his
bald
head
,
declaring
that
he
could
feel
the
hair
beginning
to
grow
.
But
suddenly
old
Broderson
rose
to
his
feet
.
“
Aha
,
”
he
cackled
,
“
I
’
M
going
to
have
a
dance
,
I
am
.
Think
I
’
m
too
old
?
I
’
ll
show
you
young
fellows
.
I
’
m
a
regular
old
ROOSTER
when
I
get
started
.
”
He
marched
out
into
the
barn
,
the
others
following
,
holding
their
sides
.
He
found
an
aged
Mexican
woman
by
the
door
and
hustled
her
,
all
confused
and
giggling
,
into
the
Virginia
reel
,
then
at
its
height
.
Every
one
crowded
around
to
see
.
Old
Broderson
stepped
off
with
the
alacrity
of
a
colt
,
snapping
his
fingers
,
slapping
his
thigh
,
his
mouth
widening
in
an
excited
grin
.
The
entire
company
of
the
guests
shouted
.
The
City
Band
redoubled
their
efforts
;
and
the
old
man
,
losing
his
head
,
breathless
,
gasping
,
dislocated
his
stiff
joints
in
his
efforts
.
He
became
possessed
,
bowing
,
scraping
,
advancing
,
retreating
,
wagging
his
beard
,
cutting
pigeons
’
wings
,
distraught
with
the
music
,
the
clamour
,
the
applause
,
the
effects
of
the
fertiliser
.
Annixter
shouted
:
“
Nice
eye
,
Santa
Claus
.
”
But
Annixter
’
s
attention
wandered
.
He
searched
for
Hilma
Tree
,
having
still
in
mind
the
look
in
her
eyes
at
that
swift
moment
of
danger
.
He
had
not
seen
her
since
then
.
At
last
he
caught
sight
of
her
.
She
was
not
dancing
,
but
,
instead
,
was
sitting
with
her
“
partner
”
at
the
end
of
the
barn
near
her
father
and
mother
,
her
eyes
wide
,
a
serious
expression
on
her
face
,
her
thoughts
,
no
doubt
,
elsewhere
.
Annixter
was
about
to
go
to
her
when
he
was
interrupted
by
a
cry
.
Old
Broderson
,
in
the
midst
of
a
double
shuffle
,
had
clapped
his
hand
to
his
side
with
a
gasp
,
which
he
followed
by
a
whoop
of
anguish
.
He
had
got
a
stitch
or
had
started
a
twinge
somewhere
.
With
a
gesture
of
resignation
,
he
drew
himself
laboriously
out
of
the
dance
,
limping
abominably
,
one
leg
dragging
.
He
was
heard
asking
for
his
wife
.
Old
Mrs
.
Broderson
took
him
in
charge
.
She
jawed
him
for
making
an
exhibition
of
himself
,
scolding
as
though
he
were
a
ten
-
year
-
old
.
