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Updated: June 26, 2025
The silence widened, broken only by the sound of torn paper as Annixter, Osterman, old Broderson, Garnett, Keast, Gethings, Chattern, and Dabney opened and read their letters. They were all to the same effect, almost word for word like the Governor's. Only the figures and the proper names varied. In some cases the price per acre was twenty-two dollars. In Annixter's case it was thirty.
Gradually Osterman, by dint of his clamour, his strident reiteration, the plausibility of his glib, ready assertions, the ease with which he extricated himself when apparently driven to a corner, completely won over old Broderson to his way of thinking.
Yours, etc., CYRUS BLAKELEE RUGGLES, Land Agent, P. and S. W. R. R. S. BEHRMAN, Local Agent, P. and S. W. R. R. In the midst of the profound silence that followed, Osterman was heard to exclaim grimly: "THAT'S a pretty good one. Tell us another." But for a long moment this was the only remark.
Osterman, in marvellous riding clothes of English pattern, galloped up and down upon his best thoroughbred, cracking jokes with everybody, chaffing, joshing, his great mouth distended in a perpetual grin of amiability. "Stop here, stop here," he vociferated, dashing along in front of Presley and Harran, waving his crop. The procession came to a halt, the horses' heads pointing eastward.
We've got Disbrow you know; and the next thing is to get hold of some of those rotten San Francisco bosses. Osterman will " But Harran interrupted him, making a quick gesture with his hand. "Don't tell me about it," he said. "I don't want to know what you and Osterman are going to do. If I did, I shouldn't come in."
"I don't know but what there's something in what Osterman says. We'd have the naming of the Commission and we'd name honest men." Annixter struck the table with his fist in exasperation. "Honest men!" he shouted; "the kind of men you could get to go into such a scheme would have to be DIS-honest to begin with."
Old Broderson stared at him, his jaw fallen. Osterman declared he had once eaten a thousand on a bet. The men called each others' attention to him. Delighted to create a sensation, Osterman persevered. The contents of an entire bowl disappeared in his huge, reptilian slit of a mouth. His cheeks of brownish red were extended, his bald forehead glistened. Colics seized upon him.
By now, the angry argument between the Governor and Ruggles had become more heated than ever. Their voices were raised; now and then they made furious gestures. "They ought to come back," cried Osterman. "We couldn't shoot now if anything should happen, for fear of hitting them." "Well, it sounds as though something were going to happen pretty soon."
He resigned himself. In the end, and after much ostentatious opposition on the part of the railroad heelers, Lyman was nominated and subsequently elected. When this consummation was reached Magnus, Osterman, Broderson, and Annixter stared at each other. Their wildest hopes had not dared to fix themselves upon so easy a victory as this.
A sense of dread, of confusion, of impending terror weighed heavily in the air. What was now to happen? When Annixter got back to Osterman, he found a number of the Leaguers already assembled. They were all mounted.
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