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His
frown
had
lowered
to
a
scowl
,
his
face
was
a
dark
red
,
his
head
had
sunk
,
bull
-
like
,
between
his
massive
shoulders
;
without
winking
he
gazed
long
and
with
troubled
eyes
at
his
knotted
,
muscular
hands
,
lying
open
on
the
table
before
him
,
idle
,
their
occupation
gone
.
Presley
forgot
his
black
lead
.
He
listened
to
Caraher
.
Through
the
open
door
he
caught
a
glimpse
of
Dyke
’
s
back
,
broad
,
muscled
,
bowed
down
,
the
great
shoulders
stooping
.
The
whole
drama
of
the
doubled
freight
rate
leaped
salient
and
distinct
in
the
eye
of
his
mind
.
And
this
was
but
one
instance
,
an
isolated
case
.
Because
he
was
near
at
hand
he
happened
to
see
it
.
How
many
others
were
there
,
the
length
and
breadth
of
the
State
?
Constantly
this
sort
of
thing
must
occur
—
little
industries
choked
out
in
their
very
beginnings
,
the
air
full
of
the
death
rattles
of
little
enterprises
,
expiring
unobserved
in
far
-
off
counties
,
up
in
canyons
and
arroyos
of
the
foothills
,
forgotten
by
every
one
but
the
monster
who
was
daunted
by
the
magnitude
of
no
business
,
however
great
,
who
overlooked
no
opportunity
of
plunder
,
however
petty
,
who
with
one
tentacle
grabbed
a
hundred
thousand
acres
of
wheat
,
and
with
another
pilfered
a
pocketful
of
growing
hops
.
He
went
away
without
a
word
,
his
head
bent
,
his
hands
clutched
tightly
on
the
cork
grips
of
the
handle
bars
of
his
bicycle
.
His
lips
were
white
.
In
his
heart
a
blind
demon
of
revolt
raged
tumultuous
,
shrieking
blasphemies
.
At
Los
Muertos
,
Presley
overtook
Annixter
.
As
he
guided
his
wheel
up
the
driveway
to
Derrick
’
s
ranch
house
,
he
saw
the
master
of
Quien
Sabe
and
Harran
in
conversation
on
the
steps
of
the
porch
.
Magnus
stood
in
the
doorway
,
talking
to
his
wife
.
Occupied
with
the
press
of
business
and
involved
in
the
final
conference
with
the
League
’
s
lawyers
on
the
eve
of
the
latter
’
s
departure
for
Washington
,
Annixter
had
missed
the
train
that
was
to
take
him
back
to
Guadalajara
and
Quien
Sabe
.
Accordingly
,
he
had
accepted
the
Governor
’
s
invitation
to
return
with
him
on
his
buck
-
board
to
Los
Muertos
,
and
before
leaving
Bonneville
had
telephoned
to
his
ranch
to
have
young
Vacca
bring
the
buckskin
,
by
way
of
the
Lower
Road
,
to
meet
him
at
Los
Muertos
.
He
found
her
waiting
there
for
him
,
but
before
going
on
,
delayed
a
few
moments
to
tell
Harran
of
Dyke
’
s
affair
.
“
I
wonder
what
he
will
do
now
?
”
observed
Harran
when
his
first
outburst
of
indignation
had
subsided
.
“
Nothing
,
”
declared
Annixter
.
“
He
’
s
stuck
.
”
“
That
eats
up
every
cent
of
Dyke
’
s
earnings
,
”
Harran
went
on
.
“
He
has
been
ten
years
saving
them
.
Oh
,
I
told
him
to
make
sure
of
the
Railroad
when
he
first
spoke
to
me
about
growing
hops
.
”
