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“
And
I
got
to
be
out
in
it
,
”
fumed
Annixter
,
“
and
I
suppose
those
swine
will
quit
work
on
the
big
barn
now
.
”
When
the
buggy
was
finally
ready
,
he
put
on
his
rubber
coat
,
climbed
in
,
and
without
waiting
for
the
stableman
to
raise
the
top
,
drove
out
into
the
rain
,
a
new
-
lit
cigar
in
his
teeth
.
As
he
passed
the
dairy
-
house
,
he
saw
Hilma
standing
in
the
doorway
,
holding
out
her
hand
to
the
rain
,
her
face
turned
upward
toward
the
grey
sky
,
amused
and
interested
at
this
first
shower
of
the
wet
season
.
She
was
so
absorbed
that
she
did
not
see
Annixter
,
and
his
clumsy
nod
in
her
direction
passed
unnoticed
.
“
She
did
it
on
purpose
,
”
Annixter
told
himself
,
chewing
fiercely
on
his
cigar
.
“
Cuts
me
now
,
hey
?
Well
,
this
DOES
settle
it
.
She
leaves
this
ranch
before
I
’
m
a
day
older
.
”
He
decided
that
he
would
put
off
his
tour
of
inspection
till
the
next
day
.
Travelling
in
the
buggy
as
he
did
,
he
must
keep
to
the
road
which
led
to
Derrick
’
s
,
in
very
roundabout
fashion
,
by
way
of
Guadalajara
.
This
rain
would
reduce
the
thick
dust
of
the
road
to
two
feet
of
viscid
mud
.
It
would
take
him
quite
three
hours
to
reach
the
ranch
house
on
Los
Muertos
.
He
thought
of
Delaney
and
the
buckskin
and
ground
his
teeth
.
And
all
this
trouble
,
if
you
please
,
because
of
a
fool
feemale
girl
.
A
fine
way
for
him
to
waste
his
time
.
Well
,
now
he
was
done
with
it
.
His
decision
was
taken
now
.
She
should
pack
.
Steadily
the
rain
increased
.
There
was
no
wind
.
The
thick
veil
of
wet
descended
straight
from
sky
to
earth
,
blurring
distant
outlines
,
spreading
a
vast
sheen
of
grey
over
all
the
landscape
.
Its
volume
became
greater
,
the
prolonged
murmuring
note
took
on
a
deeper
tone
.
At
the
gate
to
the
road
which
led
across
Dyke
’
s
hop
-
fields
toward
Guadalajara
,
Annixter
was
obliged
to
descend
and
raise
the
top
of
the
buggy
.
In
doing
so
he
caught
the
flesh
of
his
hand
in
the
joint
of
the
iron
elbow
that
supported
the
top
and
pinched
it
cruelly
.
It
was
the
last
misery
,
the
culmination
of
a
long
train
of
wretchedness
.
On
the
instant
he
hated
Hilma
Tree
so
fiercely
that
his
sharply
set
teeth
all
but
bit
his
cigar
in
two
.
While
he
was
grabbing
and
wrenching
at
the
buggy
-
top
,
the
water
from
his
hat
brim
dripping
down
upon
his
nose
,
the
horse
,
restive
under
the
drench
of
the
rain
,
moved
uneasily
.
“
Yah
-
h
-
h
you
!
”
he
shouted
,
inarticulate
with
exasperation
.
“
You
—
you
—
Gor
-
r
-
r
,
wait
till
I
get
hold
of
you
.
WHOA
,
you
!
”
But
there
was
an
interruption
.
Delaney
,
riding
the
buckskin
,
came
around
a
bend
in
the
road
at
a
slow
trot
and
Annixter
,
getting
into
the
buggy
again
,
found
himself
face
to
face
with
him
.
“
Why
,
hello
,
Mr
.
