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Hilma
nodded
,
scrambling
to
her
feet
,
dusting
her
skirt
with
nervous
pats
of
both
hands
.
Annixter
sat
down
on
a
great
rock
close
by
and
,
the
loop
of
the
bridle
over
his
arm
,
lit
a
cigar
,
and
began
to
talk
.
He
complained
of
the
heat
of
the
day
,
the
bad
condition
of
the
Lower
Road
,
over
which
he
had
come
on
his
way
from
a
committee
meeting
of
the
League
at
Los
Muertos
;
of
the
slowness
of
the
work
on
the
irrigating
ditch
,
and
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
of
the
general
hard
times
.
“
Miss
Hilma
,
”
he
said
abruptly
,
“
never
you
marry
a
ranchman
.
He
’
s
never
out
of
trouble
.
”
Hilma
gasped
,
her
eyes
widening
till
the
full
round
of
the
pupil
was
disclosed
.
Instantly
,
a
certain
,
inexplicable
guiltiness
overpowered
her
with
incredible
confusion
.
Her
hands
trembled
as
she
pressed
the
bundle
of
cresses
into
a
hard
ball
between
her
palms
.
Annixter
continued
to
talk
.
He
was
disturbed
and
excited
himself
at
this
unexpected
meeting
.
Never
through
all
the
past
winter
months
of
strenuous
activity
,
the
fever
of
political
campaigns
,
the
harrowing
delays
and
ultimate
defeat
in
one
law
court
after
another
,
had
he
forgotten
the
look
in
Hilma
’
s
face
as
he
stood
with
one
arm
around
her
on
the
floor
of
his
barn
,
in
peril
of
his
life
from
the
buster
’
s
revolver
.
That
dumb
confession
of
Hilma
’
s
wide
-
open
eyes
had
been
enough
for
him
.
Yet
,
somehow
,
he
never
had
had
a
chance
to
act
upon
it
.
During
the
short
period
when
he
could
be
on
his
ranch
Hilma
had
always
managed
to
avoid
him
.
Once
,
even
,
she
had
spent
a
month
,
about
Christmas
time
,
with
her
mother
’
s
father
,
who
kept
a
hotel
in
San
Francisco
.
Now
,
to
-
day
,
however
,
he
had
her
all
to
himself
.
He
would
put
an
end
to
the
situation
that
troubled
him
,
and
vexed
him
,
day
after
day
,
month
after
month
.
Beyond
question
,
the
moment
had
come
for
something
definite
,
he
could
not
say
precisely
what
.
Readjusting
his
cigar
between
his
teeth
,
he
resumed
his
speech
.
It
suited
his
humour
to
take
the
girl
into
his
confidence
,
following
an
instinct
which
warned
him
that
this
would
bring
about
a
certain
closeness
of
their
relations
,
a
certain
intimacy
.
“
What
do
you
think
of
this
row
,
anyways
,
Miss
Hilma
,
—
this
railroad
fuss
in
general
?
Think
Shelgrim
and
his
rushers
are
going
to
jump
Quien
Sabe
—
are
going
to
run
us
off
the
ranch
?
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
sir
,
”
protested
Hilma
,
still
breathless
.
“
Oh
,
no
,
indeed
not
.
”
“
Well
,
what
then
?
”
