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Magnus
drew
a
sealed
envelope
from
his
pocket
.
“
I
wish
you
would
drop
in
at
the
office
of
the
Mercury
for
me
,
”
he
said
,
“
and
see
Mr
.
Genslinger
personally
,
and
give
him
this
envelope
.
It
is
a
package
of
papers
,
but
they
involve
a
considerable
sum
of
money
,
and
you
must
be
careful
of
them
.
A
few
years
ago
,
when
our
enmity
was
not
so
strong
,
Mr
.
Genslinger
and
I
had
some
business
dealings
with
each
other
.
I
thought
it
as
well
just
now
,
considering
that
we
are
so
openly
opposed
,
to
terminate
the
whole
affair
,
and
break
off
relations
.
We
came
to
a
settlement
a
few
days
ago
.
These
are
the
final
papers
.
They
must
be
given
to
him
in
person
,
Presley
.
You
understand
.
”
Presley
cantered
on
,
turning
into
the
county
road
and
holding
northward
by
the
mammoth
watering
tank
and
Broderson
’
s
popular
windbreak
.
As
he
passed
Caraher
’
s
,
he
saw
the
saloon
-
keeper
in
the
doorway
of
his
place
,
and
waved
him
a
salutation
which
the
other
returned
.
By
degrees
,
Presley
had
come
to
consider
Caraher
in
a
more
favourable
light
.
He
found
,
to
his
immense
astonishment
,
that
Caraher
knew
something
of
Mill
and
Bakounin
,
not
,
however
,
from
their
books
,
but
from
extracts
and
quotations
from
their
writings
,
reprinted
in
the
anarchistic
journals
to
which
he
subscribed
.
More
than
once
,
the
two
had
held
long
conversations
,
and
from
Caraher
’
s
own
lips
,
Presley
heard
the
terrible
story
of
the
death
of
his
wife
,
who
had
been
accidentally
killed
by
Pinkertons
during
a
“
demonstration
”
of
strikers
.
It
invested
the
saloon
-
keeper
,
in
Presley
’
s
imagination
,
with
all
the
dignity
of
the
tragedy
.
He
could
not
blame
Caraher
for
being
a
“
red
.
”
He
even
wondered
how
it
was
the
saloon
-
keeper
had
not
put
his
theories
into
practice
,
and
adjusted
his
ancient
wrong
with
his
“
six
inches
of
plugged
gas
-
pipe
.
”
Presley
began
to
conceive
of
the
man
as
a
“
character
.
”
“
You
wait
,
Mr
.
Presley
,
”
the
saloon
-
keeper
had
once
said
,
when
Presley
had
protested
against
his
radical
ideas
.
“
You
don
’
t
know
the
Railroad
yet
.
Watch
it
and
its
doings
long
enough
,
and
you
’
ll
come
over
to
my
way
of
thinking
,
too
.
”
It
was
about
half
-
past
seven
when
Presley
reached
Bonneville
.
The
business
part
of
the
town
was
as
yet
hardly
astir
;
he
despatched
his
manuscript
,
and
then
hurried
to
the
office
of
the
“
Mercury
.
”
Genslinger
,
as
he
feared
,
had
not
yet
put
in
appearance
,
but
the
janitor
of
the
building
gave
Presley
the
address
of
the
editor
’
s
residence
,
and
it
was
there
he
found
him
in
the
act
of
sitting
down
to
breakfast
.
Presley
was
hardly
courteous
to
the
little
man
,
and
abruptly
refused
his
offer
of
a
drink
.
He
delivered
Magnus
’
s
envelope
to
him
and
departed
.
It
had
occurred
to
him
that
it
would
not
do
to
present
himself
at
Quien
Sabe
on
Hilma
’
s
birthday
,
empty
-
handed
,
and
,
on
leaving
Genslinger
’
s
house
,
he
turned
his
pony
’
s
head
toward
the
business
part
of
the
town
again
pulling
up
in
front
of
the
jeweller
’
s
,
just
as
the
clerk
was
taking
down
the
shutters
.
At
the
jeweller
’
s
,
he
purchased
a
little
brooch
for
Hilma
and
at
the
cigar
stand
in
the
lobby
of
the
Yosemite
House
,
a
box
of
superfine
cigars
,
which
,
when
it
was
too
late
,
he
realised
that
the
master
of
Quien
Sabe
would
never
smoke
,
holding
,
as
he
did
,
with
defiant
inconsistency
,
to
miserable
weeds
,
black
,
bitter
,
and
flagrantly
doctored
,
which
he
bought
,
three
for
a
nickel
,
at
Guadalajara
.
