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“
About
this
land
business
?
”
said
Annixter
.
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
Some
tom
fool
idea
.
Haven
’
t
we
got
their
terms
printed
in
black
and
white
in
their
circulars
?
There
’
s
their
pledge
.
”
“
Oh
,
as
to
pledges
,
”
murmured
Broderson
,
“
the
railroad
is
not
always
TOO
much
hindered
by
those
.
”
“
Where
’
s
Osterman
?
”
demanded
Annixter
,
abruptly
changing
the
subject
as
if
it
were
not
worth
discussion
.
“
Isn
’
t
that
goat
Osterman
coming
down
here
to
-
night
?
”
“
You
telephoned
him
,
didn
’
t
you
,
Presley
?
”
inquired
Magnus
.
Presley
had
taken
Princess
Nathalie
upon
his
knee
stroking
her
long
,
sleek
hair
,
and
the
cat
,
stupefied
with
beatitude
,
had
closed
her
eyes
to
two
fine
lines
,
clawing
softly
at
the
corduroy
of
Presley
’
s
trousers
with
alternate
paws
.
“
Yes
,
sir
,
”
returned
Presley
.
“
He
said
he
would
be
here
.
”
And
as
he
spoke
,
young
Osterman
arrived
.
He
was
a
young
fellow
,
but
singularly
inclined
to
baldness
.
His
ears
,
very
red
and
large
,
stuck
out
at
right
angles
from
either
side
of
his
head
,
and
his
mouth
,
too
,
was
large
—
a
great
horizontal
slit
beneath
his
nose
.
His
cheeks
were
of
a
brownish
red
,
the
cheek
bones
a
little
salient
.
His
face
was
that
of
a
comic
actor
,
a
singer
of
songs
,
a
man
never
at
a
loss
for
an
answer
,
continually
striving
to
make
a
laugh
.
But
he
took
no
great
interest
in
ranching
and
left
the
management
of
his
land
to
his
superintendents
and
foremen
,
he
,
himself
,
living
in
Bonneville
.
He
was
a
poser
,
a
wearer
of
clothes
,
forever
acting
a
part
,
striving
to
create
an
impression
,
to
draw
attention
to
himself
.
He
was
not
without
a
certain
energy
,
but
he
devoted
it
to
small
ends
,
to
perfecting
himself
in
little
accomplishments
,
continually
running
after
some
new
thing
,
incapable
of
persisting
long
in
any
one
course
.
At
one
moment
his
mania
would
be
fencing
;
the
next
,
sleight
-
of
-
hand
tricks
;
the
next
,
archery
.
For
upwards
of
one
month
he
had
devoted
himself
to
learning
how
to
play
two
banjos
simultaneously
,
then
abandoning
this
had
developed
a
sudden
passion
for
stamped
leather
work
and
had
made
a
quantity
of
purses
,
tennis
belts
,
and
hat
bands
,
which
he
presented
to
young
ladies
of
his
acquaintance
.
It
was
his
policy
never
to
make
an
enemy
.
He
was
liked
far
better
than
he
was
respected
.
People
spoke
of
him
as
“
that
goat
Osterman
,
”
or
“
that
fool
Osterman
kid
,
”
and
invited
him
to
dinner
.
He
was
of
the
sort
who
somehow
cannot
be
ignored
.
If
only
because
of
his
clamour
he
made
himself
important
.
If
he
had
one
abiding
trait
,
it
was
his
desire
of
astonishing
people
,
and
in
some
way
,
best
known
to
himself
,
managed
to
cause
the
circulation
of
the
most
extraordinary
stories
wherein
he
,
himself
,
was
the
chief
actor
.
He
was
glib
,
voluble
,
dexterous
,
ubiquitous
,
a
teller
of
funny
stories
,
a
cracker
of
jokes
.
