Harran set his teeth. “Now for it,” he exclaimed. “They've been to your place already, Mr. Annixter,” said Vanamee. “I passed by it on my way up. They have put Delaney in possession, and have set all your furniture out in the road.”
Annixter turned about, his lips white. Already Presley and Harran had run to their horses.
“Vacca,” cried Annixter, “where's Vacca? Put the saddle on the buckskin, QUICK. Osterman, get as many of the League as are here together at THIS spot, understand. I'll be back in a minute. I must tell Hilma this.”
Hooven ran up as Annixter disappeared. His little eyes were blazing, he was dragging his horse with him.
“Say, dose fellers come, hey? Me, I'm alretty, see I hev der guhn.”
“They've jumped the ranch, little girl,” said Annixter, putting one arm around Hilma. “They're in our house now. I'm off. Go to Derrick's and wait for me there.”
She put her arms around his neck.
“You're going?” she demanded.
“I must. Don't be frightened. It will be all right. Go to Derrick's and—good-bye.”
She said never a word. She looked once long into his eyes, then kissed him on the mouth.