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“
God
for
us
all
,
”
he
declared
as
he
rode
away
,
“
and
the
devil
take
the
hindmost
.
Good
-
bye
,
I
’
m
going
home
.
I
still
have
one
a
little
longer
.
”
He
galloped
away
along
the
Lower
Road
,
in
the
direction
of
Quien
Sabe
,
emerging
from
the
grove
of
cypress
and
eucalyptus
about
the
ranch
house
,
and
coming
out
upon
the
bare
brown
plain
of
the
wheat
land
,
stretching
away
from
him
in
apparent
barrenness
on
either
hand
.
It
was
late
in
the
day
,
already
his
shadow
was
long
upon
the
padded
dust
of
the
road
in
front
of
him
.
On
ahead
,
a
long
ways
off
,
and
a
little
to
the
north
,
the
venerable
campanile
of
the
Mission
San
Juan
was
glinting
radiant
in
the
last
rays
of
the
sun
,
while
behind
him
,
towards
the
north
and
west
,
the
gilded
dome
of
the
courthouse
at
Bonneville
stood
silhouetted
in
purplish
black
against
the
flaming
west
.
Annixter
spurred
the
buck
-
skin
forward
.
He
feared
he
might
be
late
to
his
supper
.
He
wondered
if
it
would
be
brought
to
him
by
Hilma
.
Hilma
!
The
name
struck
across
in
his
brain
with
a
pleasant
,
glowing
tremour
.
All
through
that
day
of
activity
,
of
strenuous
business
,
the
minute
and
cautious
planning
of
the
final
campaign
in
the
great
war
of
the
League
and
the
Trust
,
the
idea
of
her
and
the
recollection
of
her
had
been
the
undercurrent
of
his
thoughts
.
At
last
he
was
alone
.
He
could
put
all
other
things
behind
him
and
occupy
himself
solely
with
her
.
In
that
glory
of
the
day
’
s
end
,
in
that
chaos
of
sunshine
,
he
saw
her
again
.
Unimaginative
,
crude
,
direct
,
his
fancy
,
nevertheless
,
placed
her
before
him
,
steeped
in
sunshine
,
saturated
with
glorious
light
,
brilliant
,
radiant
,
alluring
.
He
saw
the
sweet
simplicity
of
her
carriage
,
the
statuesque
evenness
of
the
contours
of
her
figure
,
the
single
,
deep
swell
of
her
bosom
,
the
solid
masses
of
her
hair
.
He
remembered
the
small
contradictory
suggestions
of
feminine
daintiness
he
had
so
often
remarked
about
her
,
her
slim
,
narrow
feet
,
the
little
steel
buckles
of
her
low
shoes
,
the
knot
of
black
ribbon
she
had
begun
to
wear
of
late
on
the
back
of
her
head
,
and
he
heard
her
voice
,
low
-
pitched
,
velvety
,
a
sweet
,
murmuring
huskiness
that
seemed
to
come
more
from
her
chest
than
from
her
throat
.
The
buckskin
’
s
hoofs
clattered
upon
the
gravelly
flats
of
Broderson
’
s
Creek
underneath
the
Long
Trestle
.
Annixter
’
s
mind
went
back
to
the
scene
of
the
previous
evening
,
when
he
had
come
upon
her
at
this
place
.
He
set
his
teeth
with
anger
and
disappointment
.
Why
had
she
not
been
able
to
understand
?
What
was
the
matter
with
these
women
,
always
set
upon
this
marrying
notion
?
Was
it
not
enough
that
he
wanted
her
more
than
any
other
girl
he
knew
and
that
she
wanted
him
?
She
had
said
as
much
.
Did
she
think
she
was
going
to
be
mistress
of
Quien
Sabe
?
Ah
,
that
was
it
.
She
was
after
his
property
,
was
for
marrying
him
because
of
his
money
.
His
unconquerable
suspicion
of
the
woman
,
his
innate
distrust
of
the
feminine
element
would
not
be
done
away
with
.
What
fathomless
duplicity
was
hers
,
that
she
could
appear
so
innocent
.
It
was
almost
unbelievable
;
in
fact
,
was
it
believable
?
For
the
first
time
doubt
assailed
him
.
Suppose
Hilma
was
indeed
all
that
she
appeared
to
be
.
Suppose
it
was
not
with
her
a
question
of
his
property
,
after
all
;
it
was
a
poor
time
to
think
of
marrying
him
for
his
property
when
all
Quien
Sabe
hung
in
the
issue
of
the
next
few
months
.
Suppose
she
had
been
sincere
.
But
he
caught
himself
up
.
Was
he
to
be
fooled
by
a
feemale
girl
at
this
late
date
?
He
,
Buck
Annixter
,
crafty
,
hard
-
headed
,
a
man
of
affairs
?
Not
much
.
Whatever
transpired
he
would
remain
the
master
.
He
reached
Quien
Sabe
in
this
frame
of
mind
.
But
at
this
hour
,
Annixter
,
for
all
his
resolutions
,
could
no
longer
control
his
thoughts
.
As
he
stripped
the
saddle
from
the
buckskin
and
led
her
to
the
watering
trough
by
the
stable
corral
,
his
heart
was
beating
thick
at
the
very
notion
of
being
near
Hilma
again
.
It
was
growing
dark
,
but
covertly
he
glanced
here
and
there
out
of
the
corners
of
his
eyes
to
see
if
she
was
anywhere
about
.
Annixter
—
how
,
he
could
not
tell
—
had
become
possessed
of
the
idea
that
Hilma
would
not
inform
her
parents
of
what
had
passed
between
them
the
previous
evening
under
the
Long
Trestle
.
He
had
no
idea
that
matters
were
at
an
end
between
himself
and
the
young
woman
.
He
must
apologise
,
he
saw
that
clearly
enough
,
must
eat
crow
,
as
he
told
himself
.
Well
,
he
would
eat
crow
.
He
was
not
afraid
of
her
any
longer
,
now
that
she
had
made
her
confession
to
him
.
He
would
see
her
as
soon
as
possible
and
get
this
business
straightened
out
,
and
begin
again
from
a
new
starting
point
.
What
he
wanted
with
Hilma
,
Annixter
did
not
define
clearly
in
his
mind
.
At
one
time
he
had
known
perfectly
well
what
he
wanted
.
Now
,
the
goal
of
his
desires
had
become
vague
.
He
could
not
say
exactly
what
it
was
.
He
preferred
that
things
should
go
forward
without
much
idea
of
consequences
;
if
consequences
came
,
they
would
do
so
naturally
enough
,
and
of
themselves
;
all
that
he
positively
knew
was
that
Hilma
occupied
his
thoughts
morning
,
noon
,
and
night
;
that
he
was
happy
when
he
was
with
her
,
and
miserable
when
away
from
her
.
