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Lyman
,
his
handkerchief
to
his
lips
,
his
smart
cravat
in
disarray
,
caught
up
his
hat
and
coat
.
He
was
shaking
with
fury
,
his
protruding
eyes
were
blood
-
shot
.
He
swung
open
the
door
.
“
Ruffians
,
”
he
shouted
from
the
threshold
,
“
ruffians
,
bullies
.
Do
your
own
dirty
business
yourselves
after
this
.
I
’
m
done
with
you
.
How
is
it
,
all
of
a
sudden
you
talk
about
honour
?
How
is
it
that
all
at
once
you
’
re
so
clean
and
straight
?
You
weren
’
t
so
particular
at
Sacramento
just
before
the
nominations
.
How
was
the
Board
elected
?
I
’
m
a
bribe
-
eater
,
am
I
?
Is
it
any
worse
than
GIVING
a
bribe
?
Ask
Magnus
Derrick
what
he
thinks
about
that
.
Ask
him
how
much
he
paid
the
Democratic
bosses
at
Sacramento
to
swing
the
convention
.
”
He
went
out
,
slamming
the
door
.
Presley
followed
.
The
whole
affair
made
him
sick
at
heart
,
filled
him
with
infinite
disgust
,
infinite
weariness
.
He
wished
to
get
away
from
it
all
.
He
left
the
dining
-
room
and
the
excited
,
clamouring
men
behind
him
and
stepped
out
on
the
porch
of
the
ranch
house
,
closing
the
door
behind
him
.
Lyman
was
nowhere
in
sight
.
Presley
was
alone
.
It
was
late
,
and
after
the
lamp
-
heated
air
of
the
dining
-
room
,
the
coolness
of
the
night
was
delicious
,
and
its
vast
silence
,
after
the
noise
and
fury
of
the
committee
meeting
,
descended
from
the
stars
like
a
benediction
.
Presley
stepped
to
the
edge
of
the
porch
,
looking
off
to
southward
.
And
there
before
him
,
mile
after
mile
,
illimitable
,
covering
the
earth
from
horizon
to
horizon
,
lay
the
Wheat
.
The
growth
,
now
many
days
old
,
was
already
high
from
the
ground
.
There
it
lay
,
a
vast
,
silent
ocean
,
shimmering
a
pallid
green
under
the
moon
and
under
the
stars
;
a
mighty
force
,
the
strength
of
nations
,
the
life
of
the
world
.
There
in
the
night
,
under
the
dome
of
the
sky
,
it
was
growing
steadily
.
To
Presley
’
s
mind
,
the
scene
in
the
room
he
had
just
left
dwindled
to
paltry
insignificance
before
this
sight
Ah
,
yes
,
the
Wheat
—
it
was
over
this
that
the
Railroad
,
the
ranchers
,
the
traitor
false
to
his
trust
,
all
the
members
of
an
obscure
conspiracy
,
were
wrangling
.
As
if
human
agency
could
affect
this
colossal
power
!
What
were
these
heated
,
tiny
squabbles
,
this
feverish
,
small
bustle
of
mankind
,
this
minute
swarming
of
the
human
insect
,
to
the
great
,
majestic
,
silent
ocean
of
the
Wheat
itself
!
Indifferent
,
gigantic
,
resistless
,
it
moved
in
its
appointed
grooves
.
Men
,
Liliputians
,
gnats
in
the
sunshine
,
buzzed
impudently
in
their
tiny
battles
,
were
born
,
lived
through
their
little
day
,
died
,
and
were
forgotten
;
while
the
Wheat
,
wrapped
in
Nirvanic
calm
,
grew
steadily
under
the
night
,
alone
with
the
stars
and
with
God
.
Jack
-
rabbits
were
a
pest
that
year
and
Presley
occasionally
found
amusement
in
hunting
them
with
Harran
’
s
half
-
dozen
greyhounds
,
following
the
chase
on
horseback
.
One
day
,
between
two
and
three
months
after
Lyman
s
visit
to
Los
Muertos
,
as
he
was
returning
toward
the
ranch
house
from
a
distant
and
lonely
quarter
of
Los
Muertos
,
he
came
unexpectedly
upon
a
strange
sight
.
Some
twenty
men
,
Annixter
’
s
and
Osterman
’
s
tenants
,
and
small
ranchers
from
east
of
Guadalajara
—
all
members
of
the
League
—
were
going
through
the
manual
of
arms
under
Harran
Derrick
’
s
supervision
.
They
were
all
equipped
with
new
Winchester
rifles
.
Harran
carried
one
of
these
himself
and
with
it
he
illustrated
the
various
commands
he
gave
.
As
soon
as
one
of
the
men
under
his
supervision
became
more
than
usually
proficient
,
he
was
told
off
to
instruct
a
file
of
the
more
backward
.
After
the
manual
of
arms
,
Harran
gave
the
command
to
take
distance
as
skirmishers
,
and
when
the
line
had
opened
out
so
that
some
half
-
dozen
feet
intervened
between
each
man
,
an
advance
was
made
across
the
field
,
the
men
stooping
low
and
snapping
the
hammers
of
their
rifles
at
an
imaginary
enemy
.
The
League
had
its
agents
in
San
Francisco
,
who
watched
the
movements
of
the
Railroad
as
closely
as
was
possible
,
and
some
time
before
this
,
Annixter
had
received
word
that
the
Marshal
and
his
deputies
were
coming
down
to
Bonneville
to
put
the
dummy
buyers
of
his
ranch
in
possession
.
