Magnus stood in the doorway, talking to his wife.
Occupied with the press of business and involved in the final conference with the League's lawyers on the eve of the latter's departure for Washington, Annixter had missed the train that was to take him back to Guadalajara and Quien Sabe.

Accordingly, he had accepted the Governor's invitation to return with him on his buck-board to Los Muertos, and before leaving Bonneville had telephoned to his ranch to have young Vacca bring the buckskin, by way of the Lower Road, to meet him at Los Muertos.

He found her waiting there for him, but before going on, delayed a few moments to tell Harran of Dyke's affair.
"I wonder what he will do now ?" observed Harran when his first outburst of indignation had subsided.
"Nothing," declared Annixter.

"He's stuck." "That eats up every cent of Dyke's earnings," Harran went on.

"He has been ten years saving them.