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"I don't want to to to harm anybody unless they harm me." "Is the team going towards Guadalajara?" enquired Garnett, getting up and coming to the door. "Yes, it's a Portuguese, one of the garden truck men." "We must turn him back," declared Osterman. "He can't go through here. We don't want him to take any news on to the marshal and S. Behrman." "I'll turn him back," said Presley.
Hooven, in attempting to rise from his kneeling position, received a rifle ball squarely in the throat, and rolled forward upon his face. Old Broderson, crying out, "Oh, they've shot me, boys," staggered sideways, his head bent, his hands rigid at his sides, and fell into the ditch. Osterman, blood running from his mouth and nose, turned about and walked back.
He's gone a-girling at last, old Buck! It's as funny as twins. Have to josh him about it when I see him, sure." But when Osterman and Magnus at last fell in with Annixter in the vestibule of the Lick House, on Montgomery Street, nothing could be got out of him. He was in an execrable humour.
Osterman. Why, you couldn't be the same man to me afterward; you, who have kept yourself so clean till now. And the boys; what would Lyman say, and Harran, and every one who knows you and respects you, if you lowered yourself to be just a political adventurer!" For a moment, Derrick leaned his head upon his hand, avoiding her gaze. At length, he said, drawing a deep breath: "I am troubled, Annie.
A scheme put forward by Osterman for a conference with the railroad managers fell through because of the refusal of the company to treat with the ranchers upon any other basis than that of the new grading. It was impossible to learn whether or not the company considered Los Muertos, Quien Sabe, and the ranches around Bonneville covered by the test cases then on appeal.
In the first district we don't make any move at all. We let the political managers of the P. and S. W. nominate whoever they like. Then we concentrate all our efforts to putting in our man in the second district. There is where the big fight will come." "I see perfectly well what you mean, Mr. Osterman," observed Magnus, "but make no mistake, sir, as to my attitude in this business.
She began talking to old Broderson, making inquiries as to his wife, who had been sick the last week, and Osterman turned to the company, shaking hands all around, keeping up an incessant stream of conversation. "Hello, boys and girls. Hello, Governor. Sort of a gathering of the clans to-night. Well, if here isn't that man Annixter. Hello, Buck. What do you know? Kind of dusty out to-night."
Evidently something of moment was in the wind. "What's all up?" demanded Annixter, as he and Harran, followed by Presley, drew near. "There's hell to pay," exclaimed Osterman under his breath. "Read that. Vanamee just brought it." He handed Annixter a sheet of note paper, and turned again to the cinching of his saddle. "We've got to be quick," he cried. "They've stolen a march on us."
Presley stood for a long moment in front of the fireplace, looking about the room, remembering the scenes that he had witnessed there the conference when Osterman had first suggested the fight for Railroad Commissioner and then later the attack on Lyman Derrick and the sudden revelation of that inconceivable treachery.
Annixter drew a long breath: "Good," he muttered, "the thing is under way at last." Singularly enough, Osterman also refused to dance. The week before he had returned from Los Angeles, bursting with the importance of his mission. He had been successful. He had Disbrow "in his pocket." He was impatient to pose before the others of the committee as a skilful political agent, a manipulator.
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