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One
night
,
about
an
hour
after
he
had
gone
to
bed
,
he
was
awakened
by
the
sound
of
voices
on
the
porch
of
the
ranch
house
,
and
,
descending
,
found
Mrs
.
Dyke
there
with
Sidney
.
The
ex
-
engineer
’
s
mother
was
talking
to
Magnus
and
Harran
,
and
crying
as
she
talked
.
It
seemed
that
Dyke
was
missing
.
He
had
gone
into
town
early
that
afternoon
with
the
wagon
and
team
,
and
was
to
have
been
home
for
supper
.
By
now
it
was
ten
o
’
clock
and
there
was
no
news
of
him
.
Mrs
.
Dyke
told
how
she
first
had
gone
to
Quien
Sabe
,
intending
to
telephone
from
there
to
Bonneville
,
but
Annixter
was
in
San
Francisco
,
and
in
his
absence
the
house
was
locked
up
,
and
the
over
-
seer
,
who
had
a
duplicate
key
,
was
himself
in
Bonneville
.
She
had
telegraphed
three
times
from
Guadalajara
to
Bonneville
for
news
of
her
son
,
but
without
result
.
Then
,
at
last
,
tortured
with
anxiety
,
she
had
gone
to
Hooven
’
s
,
taking
Sidney
with
her
,
and
had
prevailed
upon
“
Bismarck
”
to
hitch
up
and
drive
her
across
Los
Muertos
to
the
Governor
’
s
,
to
beg
him
to
telephone
into
Bonneville
,
to
know
what
had
become
of
Dyke
.
While
Harran
rang
up
Central
in
town
,
Mrs
.
Dyke
told
Presley
and
Magnus
of
the
lamentable
change
in
Dyke
.
“
They
have
broken
my
son
’
s
spirit
,
Mr
.
Derrick
,
”
she
said
.
“
If
you
were
only
there
to
see
.
Hour
after
hour
,
he
sits
on
the
porch
with
his
hands
lying
open
in
his
lap
,
looking
at
them
without
a
word
.
He
won
’
t
look
me
in
the
face
any
more
,
and
he
don
’
t
sleep
.
Night
after
night
,
he
has
walked
the
floor
until
morning
.
And
he
will
go
on
that
way
for
days
together
,
very
silent
,
without
a
word
,
and
sitting
still
in
his
chair
,
and
then
,
all
of
a
sudden
,
he
will
break
out
—
oh
,
Mr
.
Derrick
,
it
is
terrible
—
into
an
awful
rage
,
cursing
,
swearing
,
grinding
his
teeth
,
his
hands
clenched
over
his
head
,
stamping
so
that
the
house
shakes
,
and
saying
that
if
S
.
Behrman
don
’
t
give
him
back
his
money
,
he
will
kill
him
with
his
two
hands
.
But
that
isn
’
t
the
worst
,
Mr
.
Derrick
.
He
goes
to
Mr
.
Caraher
’
s
saloon
now
,
and
stays
there
for
hours
,
and
listens
to
Mr
.
Caraher
.
There
is
something
on
my
son
’
s
mind
;
I
know
there
is
—
something
that
he
and
Mr
.
Caraher
have
talked
over
together
,
and
I
can
’
t
find
out
what
it
is
.
Mr
.
Caraher
is
a
bad
man
,
and
my
son
has
fallen
under
his
influence
.
”
The
tears
filled
her
eyes
.
Bravely
,
she
turned
to
hide
them
,
turning
away
to
take
Sidney
in
her
arms
,
putting
her
head
upon
the
little
girl
’
s
shoulder
.
“
I
—
I
haven
’
t
broken
down
before
,
Mr
.
Derrick
,
”
she
said
,
“
but
after
we
have
been
so
happy
in
our
little
house
,
just
us
three
—
and
the
future
seemed
so
bright
—
oh
,
God
will
punish
the
gentlemen
who
own
the
railroad
for
being
so
hard
and
cruel
.
”
Harran
came
out
on
the
porch
,
from
the
telephone
,
and
she
interrupted
herself
,
fixing
her
eyes
eagerly
upon
him
.
“
I
think
it
is
all
right
,
Mrs
.
Dyke
,
”
he
said
,
reassuringly
.
“
We
know
where
he
is
,
I
believe
.
You
and
the
little
tad
stay
here
,
and
Hooven
and
I
will
go
after
him
.
”
About
two
hours
later
,
Harran
brought
Dyke
back
to
Los
Muertos
in
Hooven
’
s
wagon
.
He
had
found
him
at
Caraher
’
s
saloon
,
very
drunk
.
There
was
nothing
maudlin
about
Dyke
’
s
drunkenness
.
In
him
the
alcohol
merely
roused
the
spirit
of
evil
,
vengeful
,
reckless
.
