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“
What
’
s
he
up
to
,
anyways
?
”
“
Bet
you
what
you
like
,
they
caught
him
.
Just
like
that
crazy
Dutchman
to
get
excited
and
go
too
near
.
You
can
always
depend
on
Hooven
to
lose
his
head
.
”
Five
minutes
passed
,
then
ten
.
The
road
towards
Guadalajara
lay
empty
,
baking
and
white
under
the
sun
.
“
Well
,
the
marshal
and
S
.
Behrman
don
’
t
seem
to
be
in
any
hurry
,
either
.
”
“
Shall
I
go
forward
and
reconnoitre
,
Governor
?
”
asked
Harran
.
But
Dabney
,
who
stood
next
to
Annixter
,
touched
him
on
the
shoulder
and
,
without
speaking
,
pointed
down
the
road
.
Annixter
looked
,
then
suddenly
cried
out
:
“
Here
comes
Hooven
.
”
The
German
galloped
into
sight
,
around
the
turn
of
the
road
,
his
rifle
laid
across
his
saddle
.
He
came
on
rapidly
,
pulled
up
,
and
dismounted
at
the
ditch
.
“
Dey
’
re
commen
,
”
he
cried
,
trembling
with
excitement
.
“
I
watch
um
long
dime
bei
der
side
oaf
der
roadt
in
der
busches
.
Dey
shtop
bei
der
gate
oder
side
der
relroadt
trecks
and
talk
long
dime
mit
one
n
’
udder
.
Den
dey
gome
on
.
Dey
’
re
gowun
sure
do
zum
monkey
-
doodle
pizeness
.
Me
,
I
see
Gritschun
put
der
kertridges
in
his
guhn
.
I
tink
dey
gowun
to
gome
MY
blace
first
.
Dey
gowun
to
try
put
me
off
,
tek
my
home
,
bei
Gott
.
”
