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It
appeared
from
the
newspapers
that
those
who
obstructed
the
marshal
in
the
discharge
of
his
duty
could
be
proceeded
against
by
the
District
Attorney
on
information
or
by
bringing
the
matter
before
the
Grand
Jury
.
But
the
Grand
Jury
was
not
at
that
time
in
session
,
and
it
was
known
that
there
were
no
funds
in
the
marshal
’
s
office
to
pay
expenses
for
the
summoning
of
jurors
or
the
serving
of
processes
.
S
.
Behrman
and
Ruggles
in
interviews
stated
that
the
Railroad
withdrew
entirely
from
the
fight
;
the
matter
now
,
according
to
them
,
was
between
the
Leaguers
and
the
United
States
Government
;
they
washed
their
hands
of
the
whole
business
.
The
ranchers
could
settle
with
Washington
.
But
it
seemed
that
Congress
had
recently
forbade
the
use
of
troops
for
civil
purposes
;
the
whole
matter
of
the
League
-
Railroad
contest
was
evidently
for
the
moment
to
be
left
in
status
quo
.
But
to
Presley
’
s
mind
the
most
important
piece
of
news
that
morning
was
the
report
of
the
action
of
the
Railroad
upon
hearing
of
the
battle
.
Instantly
Bonneville
had
been
isolated
.
Not
a
single
local
train
was
running
,
not
one
of
the
through
trains
made
any
halt
at
the
station
.
The
mails
were
not
moved
.
Further
than
this
,
by
some
arrangement
difficult
to
understand
,
the
telegraph
operators
at
Bonneville
and
Guadalajara
,
acting
under
orders
,
refused
to
receive
any
telegrams
except
those
emanating
from
railway
officials
.
The
story
of
the
fight
,
the
story
creating
the
first
impression
,
was
to
be
told
to
San
Francisco
and
the
outside
world
by
S
.
Behrman
,
Ruggles
,
and
the
local
P
.
and
S
.
W
.
agents
.
An
hour
before
breakfast
,
the
undertakers
arrived
and
took
charge
of
the
bodies
of
Harran
and
Annixter
.
Presley
saw
neither
Hilma
,
Magnus
,
nor
Mrs
.
Derrick
.
The
doctor
came
to
look
after
Hilma
.
He
breakfasted
with
Mrs
.
Dyke
and
Presley
,
and
from
him
Presley
learned
that
Hilma
would
recover
both
from
the
shock
of
her
husband
’
s
death
and
from
her
miscarriage
of
the
previous
night
.
“
She
ought
to
have
her
mother
with
her
,
”
said
the
physician
.
“
She
does
nothing
but
call
for
her
or
beg
to
be
allowed
to
go
to
her
.
I
have
tried
to
get
a
wire
through
to
Mrs
.
Tree
,
but
the
company
will
not
take
it
,
and
even
if
I
could
get
word
to
her
,
how
could
she
get
down
here
?
There
are
no
trains
.
”
But
Presley
found
that
it
was
impossible
for
him
to
stay
at
Los
Muertos
that
day
.
Gloom
and
the
shadow
of
tragedy
brooded
heavy
over
the
place
.
A
great
silence
pervaded
everything
,
a
silence
broken
only
by
the
subdued
coming
and
going
of
the
undertaker
and
his
assistants
.
When
Presley
,
having
resolved
to
go
into
Bonneville
,
came
out
through
the
doorway
of
the
house
,
he
found
the
undertaker
tying
a
long
strip
of
crape
to
the
bell
-
handle
.
Presley
saddled
his
pony
and
rode
into
town
.
By
this
time
,
after
long
hours
of
continued
reflection
upon
one
subject
,
a
sombre
brooding
malevolence
,
a
deep
-
seated
desire
of
revenge
,
had
grown
big
within
his
mind
.
The
first
numbness
had
passed
off
;
familiarity
with
what
had
been
done
had
blunted
the
edge
of
horror
,
and
now
the
impulse
of
retaliation
prevailed
.
At
first
,
the
sullen
anger
of
defeat
,
the
sense
of
outrage
,
had
only
smouldered
,
but
the
more
he
brooded
,
the
fiercer
flamed
his
rage
.
Sudden
paroxysms
of
wrath
gripped
him
by
the
throat
;
abrupt
outbursts
of
fury
injected
his
eyes
with
blood
.
He
ground
his
teeth
,
his
mouth
filled
with
curses
,
his
hands
clenched
till
they
grew
white
and
bloodless
.
Was
the
Railroad
to
triumph
then
in
the
end
?
After
all
those
months
of
preparation
,
after
all
those
grandiloquent
resolutions
,
after
all
the
arrogant
presumption
of
the
League
!
The
League
!
what
a
farce
;
what
had
it
amounted
to
when
the
crisis
came
?
Was
the
Trust
to
crush
them
all
so
easily
?
Was
S
.
Behrman
to
swallow
Los
Muertos
?
S
.
Behrman
!
Presley
saw
him
plainly
,
huge
,
rotund
,
white
;
saw
his
jowl
tremulous
and
obese
,
the
roll
of
fat
over
his
collar
sprinkled
with
sparse
hairs
,
the
great
stomach
with
its
brown
linen
vest
and
heavy
watch
chain
of
hollow
links
,
clinking
against
the
buttons
of
imitation
pearl
.
And
this
man
was
to
crush
Magnus
Derrick
—
had
already
stamped
the
life
from
such
men
as
Harran
and
Annixter
.
This
man
,
in
the
name
of
the
Trust
,
was
to
grab
Los
Muertos
as
he
had
grabbed
Quien
Sabe
,
and
after
Los
Muertos
,
Broderson
’
s
ranch
,
then
Osterman
’
s
,
then
others
,
and
still
others
,
the
whole
valley
,
the
whole
State
.
