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Then
followed
minutes
of
furious
haste
,
Presley
,
Annixter
,
Billy
the
stable
-
man
,
and
Dyke
himself
,
darting
hither
and
thither
about
the
yellow
mare
,
buckling
,
strapping
,
cinching
,
their
lips
pale
,
their
fingers
trembling
with
excitement
.
“
Want
anything
to
eat
?
”
Annixter
’
s
head
was
under
the
saddle
flap
as
he
tore
at
the
cinch
.
“
Want
anything
to
eat
?
Want
any
money
?
Want
a
gun
?
”
“
Water
,
”
returned
Dyke
.
“
They
’
ve
watched
every
spring
.
I
’
m
killed
with
thirst
.
”
“
There
’
s
the
hydrant
.
Quick
now
.
”
“
I
got
as
far
as
the
Kern
River
,
but
they
turned
me
back
,
”
he
said
between
breaths
as
he
drank
.
“
Don
’
t
stop
to
talk
.
”
“
My
mother
,
and
the
little
tad
—
—
”
“
I
’
m
taking
care
of
them
.
They
’
re
stopping
with
me
.
”
Here
?
