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Dyke
drove
on
toward
Bonneville
,
thinking
over
the
whole
matter
.
He
knew
,
as
every
one
did
in
that
part
of
the
country
,
the
legend
of
Vanamee
and
Angele
,
the
romance
of
the
Mission
garden
,
the
mystery
of
the
Other
,
Vanamee
’
s
flight
to
the
deserts
of
the
southwest
,
his
periodic
returns
,
his
strange
,
reticent
,
solitary
character
,
but
,
like
many
another
of
the
country
people
,
he
accounted
for
Vanamee
by
a
short
and
easy
method
.
No
doubt
,
the
fellow
’
s
wits
were
turned
.
That
was
the
long
and
short
of
it
.
The
ex
-
engineer
reached
the
Post
Office
in
Bonneville
towards
eleven
o
’
clock
,
but
he
did
not
at
once
present
his
notice
of
the
arrival
of
his
consignment
at
Ruggles
’
s
office
.
It
entertained
him
to
indulge
in
an
hour
’
s
lounging
about
the
streets
.
It
was
seldom
he
got
into
town
,
and
when
he
did
he
permitted
himself
the
luxury
of
enjoying
his
evident
popularity
.
He
met
friends
everywhere
,
in
the
Post
Office
,
in
the
drug
store
,
in
the
barber
shop
and
around
the
court
-
house
.
With
each
one
he
held
a
moment
’
s
conversation
;
almost
invariably
this
ended
in
the
same
way
:
“
Come
on
’
n
have
a
drink
.
”
“
Well
,
I
don
’
t
care
if
I
do
.
”
And
the
friends
proceeded
to
the
Yosemite
bar
,
pledging
each
other
with
punctilious
ceremony
.
Dyke
,
however
,
was
a
strictly
temperate
man
.
His
life
on
the
engine
had
trained
him
well
.
Alcohol
he
never
touched
,
drinking
instead
ginger
ale
,
sarsaparilla
-
and
-
iron
—
soft
drinks
.
At
the
drug
store
,
which
also
kept
a
stock
of
miscellaneous
stationery
,
his
eye
was
caught
by
a
“
transparent
slate
,
”
a
child
’
s
toy
,
where
upon
a
little
pane
of
frosted
glass
one
could
trace
with
considerable
elaboration
outline
figures
of
cows
,
ploughs
,
bunches
of
fruit
and
even
rural
water
mills
that
were
printed
on
slips
of
paper
underneath
.
“
Now
,
there
’
s
an
idea
,
Jim
,
”
he
observed
to
the
boy
behind
the
soda
-
water
fountain
;
“
I
know
a
little
tad
that
would
just
about
jump
out
of
her
skin
for
that
.
Think
I
’
ll
have
to
take
it
with
me
.
”
“
How
’
s
Sidney
getting
along
?
”
the
other
asked
,
while
wrapping
up
the
package
.
Dyke
’
s
enthusiasm
had
made
of
his
little
girl
a
celebrity
throughout
Bonneville
.
