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He
was
on
his
way
at
this
moment
to
the
city
to
consult
with
Lyman
as
to
a
certain
issue
of
the
contest
between
the
Railroad
and
the
ranchers
,
which
,
of
late
,
had
been
brought
to
his
notice
.
When
appeal
had
been
taken
to
the
Supreme
Court
by
the
League
’
s
Executive
Committee
,
certain
test
cases
had
been
chosen
,
which
should
represent
all
the
lands
in
question
.
Neither
Magnus
nor
Annixter
had
so
appealed
,
believing
,
of
course
,
that
their
cases
were
covered
by
the
test
cases
on
trial
at
Washington
.
Magnus
had
here
blundered
again
,
and
the
League
’
s
agents
in
San
Francisco
had
written
to
warn
him
that
the
Railroad
might
be
able
to
take
advantage
of
a
technicality
,
and
by
pretending
that
neither
Quien
Sabe
nor
Los
Muertos
were
included
in
the
appeal
,
attempt
to
put
its
dummy
buyers
in
possession
of
the
two
ranches
before
the
Supreme
Court
handed
down
its
decision
.
The
ninety
days
allowed
for
taking
this
appeal
were
nearly
at
an
end
and
after
then
the
Railroad
could
act
.
Osterman
and
Magnus
at
once
decided
to
go
up
to
the
city
,
there
joining
Annixter
(
who
had
been
absent
from
Quien
Sabe
for
the
last
ten
days
)
,
and
talk
the
matter
over
with
Lyman
.
Lyman
,
because
of
his
position
as
Commissioner
,
might
be
cognisant
of
the
Railroad
’
s
plans
,
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
could
give
sound
legal
advice
as
to
what
was
to
be
done
should
the
new
rumour
prove
true
.
“
Say
,
”
remarked
Osterman
,
as
the
train
pulled
out
of
the
Bonneville
station
,
and
the
two
men
settled
themselves
for
the
long
journey
,
“
say
Governor
,
what
’
s
all
up
with
Buck
Annixter
these
days
?
He
’
s
got
a
bean
about
something
,
sure
.
”
“
I
had
not
noticed
,
”
answered
Magnus
.
“
Mr
.
Annixter
has
been
away
some
time
lately
.
I
cannot
imagine
what
should
keep
him
so
long
in
San
Francisco
.
”
“
That
’
s
it
,
”
said
Osterman
,
winking
.
“
Have
three
guesses
.
Guess
right
and
you
get
a
cigar
.
I
guess
g
-
i
-
r
-
l
spells
Hilma
Tree
.
And
a
little
while
ago
she
quit
Quien
Sabe
and
hiked
out
to
’
Frisco
.
So
did
Buck
.
Do
I
draw
the
cigar
?
It
’
s
up
to
you
.
”
“
I
have
noticed
her
,
”
observed
Magnus
.
“
A
fine
figure
of
a
woman
.
She
would
make
some
man
a
good
wife
.
”
“
Hoh
!
Wife
!
Buck
Annixter
marry
!
Not
much
.
He
’
s
gone
a
-
girling
at
last
,
old
Buck
!
It
’
s
as
funny
as
twins
.
Have
to
josh
him
about
it
when
I
see
him
,
sure
.
”
But
when
Osterman
and
Magnus
at
last
fell
in
with
Annixter
in
the
vestibule
of
the
Lick
House
,
on
Montgomery
Street
,
nothing
could
be
got
out
of
him
.
He
was
in
an
execrable
humour
.
When
Magnus
had
broached
the
subject
of
business
,
he
had
declared
that
all
business
could
go
to
pot
,
and
when
Osterman
,
his
tongue
in
his
cheek
,
had
permitted
himself
a
most
distant
allusion
to
a
feemale
girl
,
Annixter
had
cursed
him
for
a
“
busy
-
face
”
so
vociferously
and
tersely
,
that
even
Osterman
was
cowed
.
“
Well
,
”
insinuated
Osterman
,
“
what
are
you
dallying
’
round
’
Frisco
so
much
for
?
”
