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“
I
suppose
they
’
re
rotten
stinkodoras
,
or
you
wouldn
’
t
give
’
em
away
.
”
“
This
cringing
gratitude
—
”
Presley
began
.
“
Shut
up
,
”
shouted
Annixter
,
and
the
incident
was
closed
.
Annixter
resumed
his
shaving
,
and
Presley
lit
a
cigarette
.
“
Any
news
from
Washington
?
”
he
queried
.
“
Nothing
that
’
s
any
good
,
”
grunted
Annixter
.
“
Hello
,
”
he
added
,
raising
his
head
,
“
there
’
s
somebody
in
a
hurry
for
sure
.
”
The
noise
of
a
horse
galloping
so
fast
that
the
hoof
-
beats
sounded
in
one
uninterrupted
rattle
,
abruptly
made
itself
heard
.
The
noise
was
coming
from
the
direction
of
the
road
that
led
from
the
Mission
to
Quien
Sabe
.
With
incredible
swiftness
,
the
hoof
-
beats
drew
nearer
.
There
was
that
in
their
sound
which
brought
Presley
to
his
feet
.
Annixter
threw
open
the
window
.
“
Runaway
,
”
exclaimed
Presley
.
Annixter
,
with
thoughts
of
the
Railroad
,
and
the
“
Jumping
”
of
the
ranch
,
flung
his
hand
to
his
hip
pocket
.
“
What
is
it
,
Vacca
?
”
he
cried
.
