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“
They
’
ve
jumped
the
ranch
,
little
girl
,
”
said
Annixter
,
putting
one
arm
around
Hilma
.
“
They
’
re
in
our
house
now
.
I
’
m
off
.
Go
to
Derrick
’
s
and
wait
for
me
there
.
”
She
put
her
arms
around
his
neck
.
“
You
’
re
going
?
”
she
demanded
.
“
I
must
.
Don
’
t
be
frightened
.
It
will
be
all
right
.
Go
to
Derrick
’
s
and
—
good
-
bye
.
”
She
said
never
a
word
.
She
looked
once
long
into
his
eyes
,
then
kissed
him
on
the
mouth
.
Meanwhile
,
the
news
had
spread
.
The
multitude
rose
to
its
feet
.
Women
and
men
,
with
pale
faces
,
looked
at
each
other
speechless
,
or
broke
forth
into
inarticulate
exclamations
.
A
strange
,
unfamiliar
murmur
took
the
place
of
the
tumultuous
gaiety
of
the
previous
moments
.
A
sense
of
dread
,
of
confusion
,
of
impending
terror
weighed
heavily
in
the
air
.
What
was
now
to
happen
?
When
Annixter
got
back
to
Osterman
,
he
found
a
number
of
the
Leaguers
already
assembled
.
They
were
all
mounted
.
Hooven
was
there
and
Harran
,
and
besides
these
,
Garnett
of
the
Ruby
ranch
and
Gethings
of
the
San
Pablo
,
Phelps
the
foreman
of
Los
Muertos
,
and
,
last
of
all
,
Dabney
,
silent
as
ever
,
speaking
to
no
one
.
Presley
came
riding
up
.
“
Best
keep
out
of
this
,
Pres
,
”
cried
Annixter
.
“
Are
we
ready
?
”
exclaimed
Gethings
.
“
Ready
,
ready
,
we
’
re
all
here
.
”
