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By
degrees
the
choke
and
gurgle
of
the
breathing
became
more
irregular
and
the
lids
closed
over
the
twitching
eyes
.
All
at
once
the
breath
ceased
.
Magnus
shot
an
inquiring
glance
at
the
surgeon
.
“
He
is
dead
,
Mr
.
Derrick
,
”
the
surgeon
replied
.
Annie
Derrick
,
with
a
cry
that
rang
through
all
the
house
,
stretched
herself
over
the
body
of
her
son
,
her
head
upon
his
breast
,
and
the
Governor
’
s
great
shoulders
bowed
never
to
rise
again
.
“
God
help
me
and
forgive
me
,
”
he
groaned
.
Presley
rushed
from
the
house
,
beside
himself
with
grief
,
with
horror
,
with
pity
,
and
with
mad
,
insensate
rage
.
On
the
porch
outside
Caraher
met
him
.
“
Is
he
—
is
he
—
”
began
the
saloon
-
keeper
.
“
Yes
,
he
’
s
dead
,
”
cried
Presley
.
“
They
’
re
all
dead
,
murdered
,
shot
down
,
dead
,
dead
,
all
of
them
.
Whose
turn
is
next
?
”
“
That
’
s
the
way
they
killed
my
wife
,
Presley
.
”
“
Caraher
,
”
cried
Presley
,
“
give
me
your
hand
.
I
’
ve
been
wrong
all
the
time
.
The
League
is
wrong
.
All
the
world
is
wrong
.
You
are
the
only
one
of
us
all
who
is
right
.
I
’
m
with
you
from
now
on
.
BY
GOD
,
I
TOO
,
I
’
M
A
RED
!
”
In
course
of
time
,
a
farm
wagon
from
Bonneville
arrived
at
Hooven
’
s
.
The
bodies
of
Annixter
and
Harran
were
placed
in
it
,
and
it
drove
down
the
Lower
Road
towards
the
Los
Muertos
ranch
houses
.
