“Why, where's all the men?” Annixter demanded of Magnus.
“Broderson is here and Cutter,” replied the Governor, “no one else. I thought YOU would bring more men with you.”
“There are only nine of us.”
“And the six hundred Leaguers who were going to rise when this happened!” exclaimed Garnett, bitterly.
“Rot the League,” cried Annixter. “It's gone to pot—went to pieces at the first touch.”
“We have been taken by surprise, gentlemen, after all,” said Magnus. “Totally off our guard. But there are eleven of us. It is enough.”
“Well, what's the game? Has the marshal come? How many men are with him?”
“The United States marshal from San Francisco,” explained Magnus, “came down early this morning and stopped at Guadalajara. We learned it all through our friends in Bonneville about an hour ago. They telephoned me and Mr. Broderson. S. Behrman met him and provided about a dozen deputies. Delaney, Ruggles, and Christian joined them at Guadalajara. They left Guadalajara, going towards Mr. Annixter's ranch house on Quien Sabe. They are serving the writs in ejectment and putting the dummy buyers in possession. They are armed. S. Behrman is with them.”
“Where are they now?”
“Cutter is watching them from the Long Trestle. They returned to Guadalajara. They are there now.”