"Discharge him," said Lenore, forcibly.
"So I ought. But let me tell you, Lenore. I"ve been hopin" to get Nash dead to rights."
"What more do you want?" she demanded.
"I mean regardin" his relation to the I.W.W.... Listen. Here"s the point. Nash has been tracked an" caught in secret talks with prominent men in this country. Men of foreign blood an" mebbe foreign sympathies.
We"re at the start of big an" bad times in the good old U.S. No one can tell how bad. Well, you know my position in the Golden Valley. I"m looked to. Reckon this I.W.W. has got me a marked man. I"m packin" two guns right now. An" you bet Jake is packin" the same. We don"t travel far apart any more this summer."
Lenore had started shudderingly and her look showed her voiceless fear.
"You needn"t tell your mother," he went on, more intimately. "I can trust you an" ... To come back to Nash. He an" this Glidden--you remember, one of those men at Dorn"s house--they are usin" gold. They must have barrels of it. If I could find out where that gold comes from!
Probably they don"t know. But I might find out if men here in our own country are hatchin" plots with the I.W.W."
"Plots! What for?" queried Lenore, breathlessly.
"To destroy my wheat, to drive off or bribe the harvest-hands, to cripple the crop yield in the Northwest; to draw the militia here; in short, to hara.s.s an" weaken an" slow down our government in its preparation against Germany."
"Why, that is terrible!" declared Lenore.
"I"ve a hunch from Jake--there"s a whisper of a plot to put me out of the way," said Anderson, darkly.
"Oh--good Heavens! You don"t mean it!" cried Lenore, distractedly.
"Sure I do. But that"s no way for Anderson"s daughter to take it. Our women have got to fight, too. We"ve all got to meet these German hired devils with their own weapons. Now, la.s.s, you know you"ll get these wheatlands of mine some day. It"s in my will. That"s because you, like your dad, always loved the wheat. You"d fight, wouldn"t you, to save your grain for our soldiers--bread for your own brother Jim--an" for your own land?"
"Fight! Would I?" burst out Lenore, with a pa.s.sionate little cry.
"Good! Now you"re talkin"!" exclaimed her father.
"I"ll find out about this Nash--if you"ll let me," declared Lenore, as if inspired.
"How? What do you mean, girl?"
"I"ll encourage him. I"ll make him think I"m a wishy-washy moonstruck girl, smitten with him. All"s fair in war!... If he means ill by my father--"
Anderson muttered low under his breath and his big hand snapped hard at the nodding goldenrod.
"For my sake--to help me--you"d encourage Nash--flirt with him a little--find out all you could?"
"Yes, I would!" she cried, deliberately. But she wanted to cover her face with her hands. She trembled slightly, then grew cold, with a sickening disgust at this strange, new, uprising self.
"Wait a minute before you say too much," went on Anderson. "You"re my best-beloved child, my Lenore, the la.s.s I"ve been so proud of all my life. I"d spill blood to avenge an insult to you.... But, Lenore, we"ve entered upon a terrible war. People out here, especially the women, don"t realize it yet. But you must realize it. When I said good-by to Jim, my son, I--I felt I"d never look upon his face again!... I gave him up. I could have held him back--got exemption for him. But, no, by G.o.d!
I gave him up--to make safety and happiness and prosperity for--say, your children, an" Rose"s, an" Kathleen"s.... I"m workin" now for the future. So must every loyal man an" every loyal woman! We love our own country. An" I ask you to see as I see the terrible danger to that country. Think of you an" Rose an" Kathleen bein" treated like those poor Belgian girls! Well, you"d get that an" worse if the Germans won this war. An" the point is, for us to win, every last one of us must fight, sacrifice to that end, an" hang together."
Anderson paused huskily and swallowed hard while he looked away across the fields. Lenore felt herself drawn by an irresistible power. The west wind rustled through the waving wheat. She heard the whir of the threshers. Yet all seemed unreal. Her father"s pa.s.sion had made this place another world.
"So much for that," resumed Anderson. "I"m goin" to do my best. An" I may make blunders. I"ll play the game as it"s dealt out to me. Lord knows I feel all in the dark. But it"s the nature of the effort, the spirit, that"ll count. I"m goin" to save most of the wheat on my ranches. An" bein" a Westerner who can see ahead, I know there"s goin"
to be blood spilled.... I"d give a lot to know who sent this Nash spyin"
on me. I"m satisfied now he"s an agent, a spy, a plotter for a gang that"s marked me. I can"t prove it yet, but I feel it. Maybe nothin"
worth while--worth the trouble--will ever be found out from him. But I don"t figure that way. I say play their own game an" take a chance....
If you encouraged Nash you"d probably find out all about him. The worst of it is could you be slick enough? Could a girl as fine an" square an"
high-spirited as you ever double-cross a man, even a scoundrel like Nash? I reckon you could, considerin" the motive. Women are wonderful.... Well, if you can fool him, make him think he"s a winner, flatter him till he swells up like a toad, promise to elope with him, be curious, jealous, make him tell where he goes, whom he meets, show his letters, all without ever sufferin" his hand on you, I"ll give my consent. I"d think more of you for it. Now the question is, can you do it?"
"Yes," whispered Lenore.
"Good!" exploded Anderson, in a great relief. Then he began to mop his wet face. He arose, showing the weight of heavy guns in his pockets, and he gazed across the wheat-fields. "That wheat"ll be ripe in a week. It sure looks fine.... Lenore, you ride back home now. Don"t let Jake pump you. He"s powerful curious. An" I"ll go give these I.W.W."s a first dose of Anderson."
He turned away without looking at her, and he hesitated, bending over to pluck a stem of goldenrod.
"La.s.s--you"re--you"re like your mother", he said, unsteadily. "An" she helped me win out durin" my struggle here. You"re brave an" you"re big."
Lenore wanted to say something, to show her feeling, to make her task seem lighter, but she could not speak.
"We"re pards now--with no secrets", he continued, with a different note in his voice. "An" I want you to know that it ain"t likely Nash or Glidden will get out of this country alive."
CHAPTER VII
Three days later, Lenore accompanied her father on the ride to the Bend country. She sat in the back seat of the car with Jake--an arrangement very gratifying to the cowboy, but received with ill-concealed displeasure by the driver, Nash. They had arranged to start at sunrise, and it became manifest that Nash had expected Lenore to sit beside him all during the long ride. It was her father, however, who took the front seat, and behind Nash"s back he had slyly winked at Lenore, as if to compliment her on the evident success of their deep plot. Lenore, at the first opportunity that presented, shot Nash a warning glance which was sincere enough. Jake had begun to use keen eyes, and there was no telling what he might do.
The morning was cool, sweet, fresh, with a red sun presaging a hot day.
The big car hummed like a droning bee and seemed to cover the miles as if by magic. Lenore sat with face uncovered, enjoying the breeze and the endless colorful scene flashing by, listening to Jake"s amusing comments, and trying to keep back thought of what discovery might await her before the end of this day.
Once across the Copper River, they struck the gradual ascent, and here the temperature began to mount and the dust to fly. Lenore drew her veils close and, leaning comfortably back, she resigned herself to wait and to endure.
By the flight of a crow it was about a hundred miles from Anderson"s ranch to Palmer; but by the round-about roads necessary to take the distance was a great deal longer. Lenore was well aware when they got up on the desert, and the time came when she thought she would suffocate.
There appeared to be intolerable hours in which no one spoke and only the hum and creak of the machine throbbed in her ears. She could not see through her veils and did not part them until a stop was made at Palmer.
Her father got out, sputtering and gasping, shaking the dust in clouds from his long linen coat. Jake, who always said he lived on dust and heat, averred it was not exactly a regular fine day. Lenore looked out, trying to get a breath of air. Nash busied himself with the hot engine.
The little country town appeared dead, and buried under dust. There was not a person in sight nor a sound to be heard. The sky resembled molten lead, with a blazing center too bright for the gaze of man.
Anderson and Jake went into the little hotel to get some refreshments.
Lenore preferred to stay in the car, saying she wanted only a cool drink. The moment the two men were out of sight Nash straightened up to gaze darkly and hungrily at Lenore.
"This"s a good a chance as we"ll get," he said, in an eager, hurried whisper.
"For what?" asked Lenore, aghast.
"To run off," he replied, huskily.
Lenore had proceeded so cleverly to carry out her scheme that in three days Nash had begun to implore and demand that she elope with him. He had been so much of a fool. But she as yet had found out but little about him. His right name was Ruenke. He was a socialist. He had plenty of money and hinted of mysterious sources for more.
At this Lenore hid her face, and while she fell back in pretended distress, she really wanted to laugh. She had learned something new in these few days, and that was to hate.
"Oh no! no!" she murmured. "I--I can"t think of that--yet."