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“
Is
that
bridge
broke
?
”
But
at
the
idea
of
being
held
,
the
boy
protested
at
top
voice
,
badly
frightened
,
bewildered
,
not
knowing
what
was
to
happen
next
.
“
No
,
no
,
I
got
my
meat
to
deliver
.
Say
,
you
let
me
go
.
Say
,
I
ain
’
t
got
nothing
to
do
with
you
.
”
He
tugged
at
the
reins
,
trying
to
turn
the
cart
about
.
Cutter
,
with
his
jack
-
knife
,
parted
the
reins
just
back
of
the
bit
.
“
You
’
ll
stay
where
you
are
,
m
’
son
,
for
a
while
.
We
’
re
not
going
to
hurt
you
.
But
you
are
not
going
back
to
town
till
we
say
so
.
Did
you
pass
anybody
on
the
road
out
of
town
?
”
In
reply
to
the
Leaguers
’
questions
,
the
young
butcher
at
last
told
them
he
had
passed
a
two
-
horse
buggy
and
a
lot
of
men
on
horseback
just
beyond
the
railroad
tracks
.
They
were
headed
for
Los
Muertos
.
“
That
’
s
them
,
all
right
,
”
muttered
Annixter
.
“
They
’
re
coming
by
this
road
,
sure
.
”
The
butcher
’
s
horse
and
cart
were
led
to
one
side
of
the
road
,
and
the
horse
tied
to
the
fence
with
one
of
the
severed
lines
.
The
butcher
,
himself
,
was
passed
over
to
Presley
,
who
locked
him
in
Hooven
’
s
barn
.
“
Well
,
what
the
devil
,
”
demanded
Osterman
,
“
has
become
of
Bismarck
?
”
In
fact
,
the
butcher
had
seen
nothing
of
Hooven
.
The
minutes
were
passing
,
and
still
he
failed
to
appear
.
