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They
dashed
through
the
houses
of
the
Home
ranch
.
“
Oh
,
oh
,
”
cried
Hilma
suddenly
,
“
look
,
look
there
.
Look
what
they
have
done
.
”
Vacca
pulled
the
horses
up
,
for
the
road
in
front
of
Annixter
’
s
house
was
blocked
.
A
vast
,
confused
heap
of
household
effects
was
there
—
chairs
,
sofas
,
pictures
,
fixtures
,
lamps
.
Hilma
’
s
little
home
had
been
gutted
;
everything
had
been
taken
from
it
and
ruthlessly
flung
out
upon
the
road
,
everything
that
she
and
her
husband
had
bought
during
that
wonderful
week
after
their
marriage
.
Here
was
the
white
enamelled
“
set
”
of
the
bedroom
furniture
,
the
three
chairs
,
wash
-
stand
and
bureau
,
—
the
bureau
drawers
falling
out
,
spilling
their
contents
into
the
dust
;
there
were
the
white
wool
rugs
of
the
sitting
-
room
,
the
flower
stand
,
with
its
pots
all
broken
,
its
flowers
wilting
;
the
cracked
goldfish
globe
,
the
fishes
already
dead
;
the
rocking
chair
,
the
sewing
machine
,
the
great
round
table
of
yellow
oak
,
the
lamp
with
its
deep
shade
of
crinkly
red
tissue
paper
,
the
pretty
tinted
photographs
that
had
hung
on
the
wall
—
the
choir
boys
with
beautiful
eyes
,
the
pensive
young
girls
in
pink
gowns
—
the
pieces
of
wood
carving
that
represented
quails
and
ducks
,
and
,
last
of
all
,
its
curtains
of
crisp
,
clean
muslin
,
cruelly
torn
and
crushed
—
the
bed
,
the
wonderful
canopied
bed
so
brave
and
gay
,
of
which
Hilma
had
been
so
proud
,
thrust
out
there
into
the
common
road
,
torn
from
its
place
,
from
the
discreet
intimacy
of
her
bridal
chamber
,
violated
,
profaned
,
flung
out
into
the
dust
and
garish
sunshine
for
all
men
to
stare
at
,
a
mockery
and
a
shame
.
To
Hilma
it
was
as
though
something
of
herself
,
of
her
person
,
had
been
thus
exposed
and
degraded
;
all
that
she
held
sacred
pilloried
,
gibbeted
,
and
exhibited
to
the
world
’
s
derision
.
Tears
of
anguish
sprang
to
her
eyes
,
a
red
flame
of
outraged
modesty
overspread
her
face
.
“
Oh
,
”
she
cried
,
a
sob
catching
her
throat
,
“
oh
,
how
could
they
do
it
?
”
But
other
fears
intruded
;
other
greater
terrors
impended
.
“
Go
on
,
”
she
cried
to
Vacca
,
“
go
on
quickly
.
”
But
Vacca
would
go
no
further
.
He
had
seen
what
had
escaped
Hilma
’
s
attention
,
two
men
,
deputies
,
no
doubt
,
on
the
porch
of
the
ranch
house
.
They
held
possession
there
,
and
the
evidence
of
the
presence
of
the
enemy
in
this
raid
upon
Quien
Sabe
had
daunted
him
.
