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“
There
’
s
hell
to
pay
,
”
exclaimed
Osterman
under
his
breath
.
“
Read
that
.
Vanamee
just
brought
it
.
”
He
handed
Annixter
a
sheet
of
note
paper
,
and
turned
again
to
the
cinching
of
his
saddle
.
“
We
’
ve
got
to
be
quick
,
”
he
cried
.
“
They
’
ve
stolen
a
march
on
us
.
”
Annixter
read
the
note
,
Harran
and
Presley
looking
over
his
shoulder
.
“
Ah
,
it
’
s
them
,
is
it
,
”
exclaimed
Annixter
.
Harran
set
his
teeth
.
“
Now
for
it
,
”
he
exclaimed
.
“
They
’
ve
been
to
your
place
already
,
Mr
.
Annixter
,
”
said
Vanamee
.
“
I
passed
by
it
on
my
way
up
.
They
have
put
Delaney
in
possession
,
and
have
set
all
your
furniture
out
in
the
road
.
”
Annixter
turned
about
,
his
lips
white
.
Already
Presley
and
Harran
had
run
to
their
horses
.
“
Vacca
,
”
cried
Annixter
,
“
where
’
s
Vacca
?
Put
the
saddle
on
the
buckskin
,
QUICK
.
Osterman
,
get
as
many
of
the
League
as
are
here
together
at
THIS
spot
,
understand
.
I
’
ll
be
back
in
a
minute
.
I
must
tell
Hilma
this
.
”
Hooven
ran
up
as
Annixter
disappeared
.
His
little
eyes
were
blazing
,
he
was
dragging
his
horse
with
him
.
“
Say
,
dose
fellers
come
,
hey
?
Me
,
I
’
m
alretty
,
see
I
hev
der
guhn
.
”
