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“
All
right
,
get
down
in
here
and
keep
quiet
,
Hooven
.
Don
’
t
fire
unless
—
—
”
“
Here
they
are
.
”
A
half
-
dozen
voices
uttered
the
cry
at
once
.
There
could
be
no
mistake
this
time
.
A
buggy
,
drawn
by
two
horses
,
came
into
view
around
the
curve
of
the
road
.
Three
riders
accompanied
it
,
and
behind
these
,
seen
at
intervals
in
a
cloud
of
dust
were
two
—
three
—
five
—
six
others
.
This
,
then
,
was
S
.
Behrman
with
the
United
States
marshal
and
his
posse
.
The
event
that
had
been
so
long
in
preparation
,
the
event
which
it
had
been
said
would
never
come
to
pass
,
the
last
trial
of
strength
,
the
last
fight
between
the
Trust
and
the
People
,
the
direct
,
brutal
grapple
of
armed
men
,
the
law
defied
,
the
Government
ignored
,
behold
,
here
it
was
close
at
hand
.
Osterman
cocked
his
revolver
,
and
in
the
profound
silence
that
had
fallen
upon
the
scene
,
the
click
was
plainly
audible
from
end
to
end
of
the
line
.
“
Remember
our
agreement
,
gentlemen
,
”
cried
Magnus
,
in
a
warning
voice
.
“
Mr
.
Osterman
,
I
must
ask
you
to
let
down
the
hammer
of
your
weapon
.
”
No
one
answered
.
In
absolute
quiet
,
standing
motionless
in
their
places
,
the
Leaguers
watched
the
approach
of
the
marshal
.
Five
minutes
passed
.
The
riders
came
on
steadily
.
They
drew
nearer
.
The
grind
of
the
buggy
wheels
in
the
grit
and
dust
of
the
road
,
and
the
prolonged
clatter
of
the
horses
’
feet
began
to
make
itself
heard
.
The
Leaguers
could
distinguish
the
faces
of
their
enemies
.
In
the
buggy
were
S
.
Behrman
and
Cyrus
Ruggles
,
the
latter
driving
.
A
tall
man
in
a
frock
coat
and
slouched
hat
—
the
marshal
,
beyond
question
—
rode
at
the
left
of
the
buggy
;
Delaney
,
carrying
a
Winchester
,
at
the
right
.
Christian
,
the
real
estate
broker
,
S
.
Behrman
’
s
cousin
,
also
with
a
rifle
,
could
be
made
out
just
behind
the
marshal
.
Back
of
these
,
riding
well
up
,
was
a
group
of
horsemen
,
indistinguishable
in
the
dust
raised
by
the
buggy
’
s
wheels
.
