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“
No
,
SIR
,
”
he
declared
,
getting
out
of
the
carry
-
all
,
“
I
ain
’
t
going
to
take
you
anywhere
where
you
’
re
liable
to
get
hurt
.
Besides
,
the
road
’
s
blocked
by
all
this
stuff
.
You
can
’
t
get
the
team
by
.
”
Hilma
sprang
from
the
carry
-
all
.
“
Come
,
”
she
said
to
Mrs
.
Derrick
.
The
older
woman
,
trembling
,
hesitating
,
faint
with
dread
,
obeyed
,
and
Hilma
,
picking
her
way
through
and
around
the
wreck
of
her
home
,
set
off
by
the
trail
towards
the
Long
Trestle
and
Hooven
’
s
.
When
she
arrived
,
she
found
the
road
in
front
of
the
German
’
s
house
,
and
,
indeed
,
all
the
surrounding
yard
,
crowded
with
people
.
An
overturned
buggy
lay
on
the
side
of
the
road
in
the
distance
,
its
horses
in
a
tangle
of
harness
,
held
by
two
or
three
men
.
She
saw
Caraher
’
s
buckboard
under
the
live
oak
and
near
it
a
second
buggy
which
she
recognised
as
belonging
to
a
doctor
in
Guadalajara
.
“
Oh
,
what
has
happened
;
oh
,
what
has
happened
?
”
moaned
Mrs
.
Derrick
.
“
Come
,
”
repeated
Hilma
.
The
young
girl
took
her
by
the
hand
and
together
they
pushed
their
way
through
the
crowd
of
men
and
women
and
entered
the
yard
.
The
throng
gave
way
before
the
two
women
,
parting
to
right
and
left
without
a
word
.
“
Presley
,
”
cried
Mrs
.
Derrick
,
as
she
caught
sight
of
him
in
the
doorway
of
the
house
,
“
oh
,
Presley
,
what
has
happened
?
Is
Harran
safe
?
Is
Magnus
safe
?
Where
are
they
?
”
“
Don
’
t
go
in
,
Mrs
.
