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“
I
’
ll
mend
my
fence
,
and
then
,
again
,
maybe
I
won
’
t
mend
my
fence
,
”
shouted
Annixter
.
“
I
know
what
you
mean
—
that
wild
engine
last
night
.
Well
,
you
’
ve
no
right
to
run
at
that
speed
in
the
town
limits
.
”
“
How
the
town
limits
?
The
sheep
were
this
side
the
Long
Trestle
.
”
“
Well
,
that
’
s
in
the
town
limits
of
Guadalajara
.
”
“
Why
,
Mr
.
Annixter
,
the
Long
Trestle
is
a
good
two
miles
out
of
Guadalajara
.
”
Annixter
squared
himself
,
leaping
to
the
chance
of
an
argument
.
“
Two
miles
!
It
’
s
not
a
mile
and
a
quarter
.
No
,
it
’
s
not
a
mile
.
I
’
ll
leave
it
to
Magnus
here
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
know
nothing
about
it
,
”
declared
Magnus
,
refusing
to
be
involved
.
“
Yes
,
you
do
.
Yes
,
you
do
,
too
.
Any
fool
knows
how
far
it
is
from
Guadalajara
to
the
Long
Trestle
.
It
’
s
about
five
-
eighths
of
a
mile
.
”
“
From
the
depot
of
the
town
,
”
remarked
S
.
Behrman
placidly
,
“
to
the
head
of
the
Long
Trestle
is
about
two
miles
.
”
“
That
’
s
a
lie
and
you
know
it
’
s
a
lie
,
”
shouted
the
other
,
furious
at
S
.
Behrman
’
s
calmness
,
“
and
I
can
prove
it
’
s
a
lie
.
I
’
ve
walked
that
distance
on
the
Upper
Road
,
and
I
know
just
how
fast
I
walk
,
and
if
I
can
walk
four
miles
in
one
hour
.
”
