Спрут: Каліфорнійська історія
Chapter VI
TheprocessionofteamsstreamedonthroughBonneville,reenforcedateverystreetcorner.AlongtheUpperRoadfromQuienSabeandGuadalajaracamefreshauxiliaries,Spanish-Mexicansfromthetownitself,—swarthyyoungmenoncaperinghorses,dark-eyedgirlsandmatrons,inredandblackandyellow,morePortugueseinbrand-newoveralls,smokinglongthincigars.EvenFatherSarriaappeared.
“Look,”saidPresley,“theregoesAnnixterandHilma.He’sgothisbuckskinback.”ThemasterofQuienSabe,intoplacedbootsandcampaignhat,acigarinhisteeth,followedalongbesidethecarry-all.HilmaandMrs.Derrickwereonthebackseat,youngVaccadriving.HarranandPresleybowed,takingofftheirhats.
“Hello,hello,Pres,”criedAnnixter,overtheheadsoftheinterveningcrowd,standingupinhisstirrupsandwavingahand,“Greatday!Whatamob,hey?Saywhenthisthingisoverandeverybodystartstowalkintothebarbecue,comeandhavelunchwithus.I’lllookforyou,youandHarran.Hello,Harran,where’stheGovernor?”
“Hedidn’tcometo-day,”Harranshoutedback,asthecrowdcarriedhimfurtherawayfromAnnixter.“LefthimandoldBrodersonatLosMuertos.”
Thethrongemergedintotheopencountryagain,spreadingoutupontheOstermanranch.Fromalldirectionscouldbeseenhorsesandbuggiesdrivingacrossthestubble,convergingupontherendezvous.
