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“
Yes
,
but
they
think
they
’
ll
get
him
.
He
wore
a
kind
of
mask
,
but
the
brakeman
recognised
him
positively
.
We
got
his
ante
-
mortem
statement
.
The
brakeman
said
the
fellow
had
a
grudge
against
the
road
.
He
was
a
discharged
employee
,
and
lives
near
Bonneville
.
”
“
Dyke
,
by
the
Lord
!
”
exclaimed
Annixter
.
“
That
’
s
the
name
,
”
said
the
young
doctor
.
When
the
train
arrived
at
Bonneville
,
forty
minutes
behind
time
,
it
landed
Annixter
and
Hilma
in
the
midst
of
the
very
thing
they
most
wished
to
avoid
—
an
enormous
crowd
.
The
news
that
the
Overland
had
been
held
up
thirty
miles
south
of
Fresno
,
a
brakeman
killed
and
the
safe
looted
,
and
that
Dyke
alone
was
responsible
for
the
night
’
s
work
,
had
been
wired
on
ahead
from
Fowler
,
the
train
conductor
throwing
the
despatch
to
the
station
agent
from
the
flying
train
.
Before
the
train
had
come
to
a
standstill
under
the
arched
roof
of
the
Bonneville
depot
,
it
was
all
but
taken
by
assault
.
Annixter
,
with
Hilma
on
his
arm
,
had
almost
to
fight
his
way
out
of
the
car
.
The
depot
was
black
with
people
.
S
.
Behrman
was
there
,
Delaney
,
Cyrus
Ruggles
,
the
town
marshal
,
the
mayor
.
Genslinger
,
his
hat
on
the
back
of
his
head
,
ranged
the
train
from
cab
to
rear
-
lights
,
note
-
book
in
hand
,
interviewing
,
questioning
,
collecting
facts
for
his
extra
.
As
Annixter
descended
finally
to
the
platform
,
the
editor
,
alert
as
a
black
-
and
-
tan
terrier
,
his
thin
,
osseous
hands
quivering
with
eagerness
,
his
brown
,
dry
face
working
with
excitement
,
caught
his
elbow
.
“
Can
I
have
your
version
of
the
affair
,
Mr
.
Annixter
?
”
Annixter
turned
on
him
abruptly
.
“
Yes
!
”
he
exclaimed
fiercely
.
“
You
and
your
gang
drove
Dyke
from
his
job
because
he
wouldn
’
t
work
for
starvation
wages
.
Then
you
raised
freight
rates
on
him
and
robbed
him
of
all
he
had
.
You
ruined
him
and
drove
him
to
fill
himself
up
with
Caraher
’
s
whiskey
.
He
’
s
only
taken
back
what
you
plundered
him
of
,
and
now
you
’
re
going
to
hound
him
over
the
State
,
hunt
him
down
like
a
wild
animal
,
and
bring
him
to
the
gallows
at
San
Quentin
.
That
’
s
my
version
of
the
affair
,
Mister
Genslinger
,
but
it
’
s
worth
your
subsidy
from
the
P
.
and
S
.
W
.
to
print
it
.
”
There
was
a
murmur
of
approval
from
the
crowd
that
stood
around
,
and
Genslinger
,
with
an
angry
shrug
of
one
shoulder
,
took
himself
away
.
At
length
,
Annixter
brought
Hilma
through
the
crowd
to
where
young
Vacca
was
waiting
with
the
team
.
