Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           “Hurry!”criedHilma.

           Thehorsesstartedforwardunderthetouchofthewhip.TheranchhousesofQuienSabecameinsight.

           “Doyouwanttostopatthehouse?”inquiredVaccaoverhisshoulder.

           “No,no;oh,gofaster—makethehorsesrun.”

           TheydashedthroughthehousesoftheHomeranch.

           “Oh,oh,”criedHilmasuddenly,“look,lookthere.Lookwhattheyhavedone.”

           Vaccapulledthehorsesup,fortheroadinfrontofAnnixter’shousewasblocked.

           Avast,confusedheapofhouseholdeffectswasthere—chairs,sofas,pictures,fixtures,lamps.Hilma’slittlehomehadbeengutted;everythinghadbeentakenfromitandruthlesslyflungoutupontheroad,everythingthatsheandherhusbandhadboughtduringthatwonderfulweekaftertheirmarriage.