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“
That
’
s
not
them
,
”
he
announced
presently
,
“
nor
Hooven
either
.
That
’
s
a
cart
.
”
Then
after
another
moment
,
he
added
,
“
The
butcher
’
s
cart
from
Guadalajara
.
”
The
tension
was
relaxed
.
The
men
drew
long
breaths
,
settling
back
in
their
places
.
“
Do
we
let
him
go
on
,
Governor
?
”
“
The
bridge
is
down
.
He
can
’
t
go
by
and
we
must
not
let
him
go
back
.
We
shall
have
to
detain
him
and
question
him
.
I
wonder
the
marshal
let
him
pass
.
”
The
cart
approached
at
a
lively
trot
.
“
Anybody
else
in
that
cart
,
Mr
.
Annixter
?
”
asked
Magnus
.
“
Look
carefully
.
It
may
be
a
ruse
.
It
is
strange
the
marshal
should
have
let
him
pass
.
”
The
Leaguers
roused
themselves
again
.
Osterman
laid
his
hand
on
his
revolver
.
“
No
,
”
called
Annixter
,
in
another
instant
,
“
no
,
there
’
s
only
one
man
in
it
.
”
The
cart
came
up
,
and
Cutter
and
Phelps
,
clambering
from
the
ditch
,
stopped
it
as
it
arrived
in
front
of
the
party
.
“
Hey
—
what
—
what
?
”
exclaimed
the
young
butcher
,
pulling
up
.
