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“
I
am
sorry
,
”
answered
S
.
Behrman
,
“
but
the
cars
are
going
north
,
not
,
as
you
thought
,
coming
FROM
the
north
.
They
have
not
been
to
San
Francisco
yet
.
”
Magnus
made
a
slight
movement
of
the
head
as
one
who
remembers
a
fact
hitherto
forgotten
.
But
Harran
was
as
yet
unenlightened
.
“
To
San
Francisco
!
”
he
answered
,
“
we
want
them
here
—
what
are
you
talking
about
?
”
“
Well
,
you
know
,
of
course
,
the
regulations
,
”
answered
S
.
Behrman
.
“
Freight
of
this
kind
coming
from
the
Eastern
points
into
the
State
must
go
first
to
one
of
our
common
points
and
be
reshipped
from
there
.
”
Harran
did
remember
now
,
but
never
before
had
the
matter
so
struck
home
.
He
leaned
back
in
his
seat
in
dumb
amazement
for
the
instant
.
Even
Magnus
had
turned
a
little
pale
.
Then
,
abruptly
,
Harran
broke
out
violent
and
raging
.
“
What
next
?
My
God
,
why
don
’
t
you
break
into
our
houses
at
night
?
Why
don
’
t
you
steal
the
watch
out
of
my
pocket
,
steal
the
horses
out
of
the
harness
,
hold
us
up
with
a
shot
-
gun
;
yes
,
’
stand
and
deliver
;
your
money
or
your
life
.
’
Here
we
bring
our
ploughs
from
the
East
over
your
lines
,
but
you
’
re
not
content
with
your
long
-
haul
rate
between
Eastern
points
and
Bonneville
.
You
want
to
get
us
under
your
ruinous
short
-
haul
rate
between
Bonneville
and
San
Francisco
,
AND
RETURN
.
Think
of
it
!
Here
’
s
a
load
of
stuff
for
Bonneville
that
can
’
t
stop
at
Bonneville
,
where
it
is
consigned
,
but
has
got
to
go
up
to
San
Francisco
first
BY
WAY
OF
Bonneville
,
at
forty
cents
per
ton
and
then
be
reshipped
from
San
Francisco
back
to
Bonneville
again
at
FIFTY
-
ONE
cents
per
ton
,
the
short
-
haul
rate
.
And
we
have
to
pay
it
all
or
go
without
.
Here
are
the
ploughs
right
here
,
in
sight
of
the
land
they
have
got
to
be
used
on
,
the
season
just
ready
for
them
,
and
we
can
’
t
touch
them
.
Oh
,
”
he
exclaimed
in
deep
disgust
,
“
isn
’
t
it
a
pretty
mess
!
Isn
’
t
it
a
farce
!
the
whole
dirty
business
!
”
S
.
Behrman
listened
to
him
unmoved
,
his
little
eyes
blinking
under
his
fat
forehead
,
the
gold
chain
of
hollow
links
clicking
against
the
pearl
buttons
of
his
waistcoat
as
he
breathed
.
“
It
don
’
t
do
any
good
to
let
loose
like
that
,
Harran
,
”
he
said
at
length
.
“
I
am
willing
to
do
what
I
can
for
you
.
I
’
ll
hurry
the
ploughs
through
,
but
I
can
’
t
change
the
freight
regulation
of
the
road
.
”
“
What
’
s
your
blackmail
for
this
?
”
vociferated
Harran
.
“
How
much
do
you
want
to
let
us
go
?
How
much
have
we
got
to
pay
you
to
be
ALLOWED
to
use
our
own
ploughs
—
what
’
s
your
figure
?
Come
,
spit
it
out
.
”
