Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter V
Ontheothersideoftherightofway,AnnixterwasobligedtoopenthegateinDerrick’slinefence.Hemanagedthiswithoutdismounting,swearingatthehorsethewhile,andspurringhimcontinually.Butonceinsidethegatehecanteredforwardbriskly.
ThispartofLosMuertoswasHooven’sholding,somefivehundredacresenclosedbetweentheirrigatingditchandBrodersonCreek,andhalfthewayacross,AnnixtercameupwithHoovenhimself,busilyatworkreplacingabrokenwasherinhisseeder.Upononeofthehorseshitchedtothemachine,herhandsgrippedtightlyupontheharnessofthecollar,Hilda,hislittledaughter,withhersmall,hob-nailedbootsandboy’scanvasoveralls,sat,exaltedandpetrifiedwithecstasyandexcitement,hereyeswideopened,herhairinatangle.
“Hello,Bismarck,”saidAnnixter,drawingupbesidehim.“WhatareYOUdoinghere?IthoughttheGovernorwasgoingtomanagewithouthistenantsthisyear.”
“Ach,Meest’rEnnixter,”criedtheother,straighteningup.“Ach,dat’syou,eh?Ach,youbedthedoandmenegemitoutme.Me,Igottastay.ItalkderstraighdtalkmitderGovernor.Ifix’em.Ach,youbedt.SiebenyahrIhefbeiderrenchge-stopped;yais,sir.Eferyodersohn-of-a-guhnbeiderplaicegeddersachbudme.Eh?Watyoutinkvondoseting?”
“Ithinkthat’sacrazy-lookingmonkey-wrenchyou’vegotthere,”observedAnnixter,glancingattheinstrumentinHooven’shand.
“Ach,dotwrainch,”returnedHooven.“Soh!Wail,ItellyoudosetingnowwhairIgot’em.Say,youseedotwrainch.Dat’snotEmericenwrainchatalle.
