Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter VI
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“Thinkhe’lltakeashotatthemonhisownaccount?”
“Oh,no,hewouldn’tdothat.”
“Maybetheytookhimprisoner.”
“Well,that’stobethoughtof,too.”
Suddenlytherewasacry.Aroundthebendoftheroadinfrontofthemcameacloudofdust.Fromitemergedahorse’shead.
“Hello,hello,there’ssomething.”
“Remember,wearenottofirefirst.”
“Perhapsthat’sHooven;Ican’tsee.Isit?Thereonlyseemstobeonehorse.”
“Toomuchdustforonehorse.”
Annixter,whohadtakenhisfieldglassesfromHarran,adjustedthemtohiseyes.
“That’snotthem,”heannouncedpresently,“norHooveneither.That’sacart.”Thenafteranothermoment,headded,“Thebutcher’scartfromGuadalajara.”
Thetensionwasrelaxed.Themendrewlongbreaths,settlingbackintheirplaces.
“Dowelethimgoon,Governor?”
“Thebridgeisdown.Hecan’tgobyandwemustnotlethimgoback.Weshallhavetodetainhimandquestionhim.Iwonderthemarshallethimpass.”
Thecartapproachedatalivelytrot.
“Anybodyelseinthatcart,Mr.Annixter?”askedMagnus.“Lookcarefully.Itmaybearuse.Itisstrangethemarshalshouldhavelethimpass.”
TheLeaguersrousedthemselvesagain.Ostermanlaidhishandonhisrevolver.
“No,”calledAnnixter,inanotherinstant,“no,there’sonlyonemaninit.”
Thecartcameup,andCutterandPhelps,clamberingfromtheditch,stoppeditasitarrivedinfrontoftheparty.
“Hey—what—what?”exclaimedtheyoungbutcher,pullingup.
