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Even
if
Genslinger
was
to
be
paid
,
where
was
the
money
to
come
from
?
His
legal
battles
with
the
Railroad
,
extending
now
over
a
period
of
many
years
,
had
cost
him
dear
;
his
plan
of
sowing
all
of
Los
Muertos
to
wheat
,
discharging
the
tenants
,
had
proved
expensive
,
the
campaign
resulting
in
Lyman
’
s
election
had
drawn
heavily
upon
his
account
.
All
along
he
had
been
relying
upon
a
“
bonanza
crop
”
to
reimburse
him
.
It
was
not
believable
that
the
Railroad
would
“
jump
”
Los
Muertos
,
but
if
this
should
happen
,
he
would
be
left
without
resources
.
Ten
thousand
dollars
!
Could
he
raise
the
amount
?
Possibly
.
But
to
pay
it
out
to
a
blackmailer
!
To
be
held
up
thus
in
road
-
agent
fashion
,
without
a
single
means
of
redress
!
Would
it
not
cripple
him
financially
?
Genslinger
could
do
his
worst
.
He
,
Magnus
,
would
brave
it
out
.
Was
not
his
character
above
suspicion
?
Was
it
?
This
letter
of
Gethings
’
s
.
Already
the
murmur
of
uneasiness
made
itself
heard
.
Was
this
not
the
thin
edge
of
the
wedge
?
How
the
publication
of
Genslinger
’
s
story
would
drive
it
home
!
How
the
spark
of
suspicion
would
flare
into
the
blaze
of
open
accusation
!
There
would
be
investigations
.
Investigation
!
There
was
terror
in
the
word
.
He
could
not
stand
investigation
.
Magnus
groaned
aloud
,
covering
his
head
with
his
clasped
hands
.
Briber
,
corrupter
of
government
,
ballot
-
box
stuffer
,
descending
to
the
level
of
back
-
room
politicians
,
of
bar
-
room
heelers
,
he
,
Magnus
Derrick
,
statesman
of
the
old
school
,
Roman
in
his
iron
integrity
,
abandoning
a
career
rather
than
enter
the
“
new
politics
,
”
had
,
in
one
moment
of
weakness
,
hazarding
all
,
even
honour
,
on
a
single
stake
,
taking
great
chances
to
achieve
great
results
,
swept
away
the
work
of
a
lifetime
.
Gambler
that
he
was
,
he
had
at
last
chanced
his
highest
stake
,
his
personal
honour
,
in
the
greatest
game
of
his
life
,
and
had
lost
.
It
was
Presley
’
s
morbidly
keen
observation
that
first
noticed
the
evidence
of
a
new
trouble
in
the
Governor
’
s
face
and
manner
.
Presley
was
sure
that
Lyman
’
s
defection
had
not
so
upset
him
.
The
morning
after
the
committee
meeting
,
Magnus
had
called
Harran
and
Annie
Derrick
into
the
office
,
and
,
after
telling
his
wife
of
Lyman
’
s
betrayal
,
had
forbidden
either
of
them
to
mention
his
name
again
.
His
attitude
towards
his
prodigal
son
was
that
of
stern
,
unrelenting
resentment
.
But
now
,
Presley
could
not
fail
to
detect
traces
of
a
more
deep
-
seated
travail
.
Something
was
in
the
wind
,
the
times
were
troublous
.
What
next
was
about
to
happen
?
What
fresh
calamity
impended
?
One
morning
,
toward
the
very
end
of
the
week
,
Presley
woke
early
in
his
small
,
white
-
painted
iron
bed
.
He
hastened
to
get
up
and
dress
.
There
was
much
to
be
done
that
day
.
Until
late
the
night
before
,
he
had
been
at
work
on
a
collection
of
some
of
his
verses
,
gathered
from
the
magazines
in
which
they
had
first
appeared
.
Presley
had
received
a
liberal
offer
for
the
publication
of
these
verses
in
book
form
.
“
The
Toilers
”
was
to
be
included
in
this
book
,
and
,
indeed
,
was
to
give
it
its
name
—
“
The
Toilers
and
Other
Poems
.
”
Thus
it
was
that
,
until
the
previous
midnight
,
he
had
been
preparing
the
collection
for
publication
,
revising
,
annotating
,
arranging
.
The
book
was
to
be
sent
off
that
morning
.
But
also
Presley
had
received
a
typewritten
note
from
Annixter
,
inviting
him
to
Quien
Sabe
that
same
day
.
Annixter
explained
that
it
was
Hilma
’
s
birthday
,
and
that
he
had
planned
a
picnic
on
the
high
ground
of
his
ranch
,
at
the
headwaters
of
Broderson
Creek
.
They
were
to
go
in
the
carry
-
all
,
Hilma
,
Presley
,
Mrs
.
Dyke
,
Sidney
,
and
himself
,
and
were
to
make
a
day
of
it
.
They
would
leave
Quien
Sabe
at
ten
in
the
morning
.
Presley
had
at
once
resolved
to
go
.
He
was
immensely
fond
of
Annixter
—
more
so
than
ever
since
his
marriage
with
Hilma
and
the
astonishing
transformation
of
his
character
.
Hilma
,
as
well
,
was
delightful
as
Mrs
.
Annixter
;
and
Mrs
.
Dyke
and
the
little
tad
had
always
been
his
friends
.
He
would
have
a
good
time
.
But
nobody
was
to
go
into
Bonneville
that
morning
with
the
mail
,
and
if
he
wished
to
send
his
manuscript
,
he
would
have
to
take
it
in
himself
.
He
had
resolved
to
do
this
,
getting
an
early
start
,
and
going
on
horseback
to
Quien
Sabe
,
by
way
of
Bonneville
.
It
was
barely
six
o
’
clock
when
Presley
sat
down
to
his
coffee
and
eggs
in
the
dining
-
room
of
Los
Muertos
.
The
day
promised
to
be
hot
,
and
for
the
first
time
,
Presley
had
put
on
a
new
khaki
riding
suit
,
very
English
-
looking
,
though
in
place
of
the
regulation
top
-
boots
,
he
wore
his
laced
knee
-
boots
,
with
a
great
spur
on
the
left
heel
.
