arn and from the thick velvet-like padding
of dust over the ground outside, and from among the leaves of the few
nearby trees and plants there came a vast, monotonous murmur that seemed
to issue from all quarters of the horizon at once, a prolonged and
subdued rustling sound, steady, even, persistent.

"There's your rain," announced the stableman. "The first of the season."

"And I got to be out in it," fumed Annixter, "and I suppose those swine
will quit work on the big barn now."

When the buggy was finally ready, he put on his rubber coat, climbed in,
and without waiting for the stableman to raise the top, drove out into
the rain, a new-lit cigar in his teeth. As he passed the dairy-house, he
saw Hilma standing in the doorway, holding out her hand to the rain, her
face turned upward toward the grey sky, amused and interested at this
first shower of the wet season. She was so absorbed that she did not see
Annixter, and his clumsy nod in her direction passed unnoticed.

"She did it on purpose," Annixter told himself, chewing fiercely on his
cigar. "Cuts me now, hey? Well, this DOES settle it. She leaves this
ranch before I'm a day older."

He decided that he would put off his tour of inspection till the next
day. Travelling in the buggy as he did, he must keep to the road which
led to Derrick's, in very roundabout fashion, by way of Guadalajara.
This rain would reduce the thick dust of the road to two feet of viscid
mud. It would take him quite three hours to reach the ranch house on Los
Muertos. He thought of Delaney and the buckskin and ground his teeth.
And all this trouble, if you please, because of a fool feemale girl. A
fine way for him to waste his time. Well, now he was done with it. His
decision was taken now. She should pack.

Steadily the rain increased. There was no wind. The thick veil of
wet descended straight from sky to earth, blurring distant outlines,
spreading a vast sheen of grey over all the landscape. Its volume became
greater, the prolonged murmuring note took on a deeper tone. At the
gate to the road which led across Dyke's hop-fields toward Guadalajara,
Annixter was obliged to descend and raise the top of the buggy. In doing
so he caught the flesh of his hand in the joint of the iron elbow that
supported the top and pinched it cruelly. It was the last misery, the
culmination of a long train of wretchedness. On the instant he hated
Hilma Tree so fiercely that his sharply set teeth all but b