inquired Anderson.
"Yes, sir. I can hardly realize it. That"s a fortune--for one section of wheat. But we"ve had four bad seasons.... Oh, if it only rains to-day!"
Lenore turned her cheek to the faint west wind. And then she looked long at the slowly spreading clouds, white and beautiful, high up near the sky-line, and dark and forbidding down along the horizon.
"I knew a girl who could feel things move when no one else could," said Lenore. "I"m sensitive like that--at least about wind and rain. Right now I can feel rain in the air."
"Then you have brought me luck," said Dorn, earnestly. "Indeed I guess my luck has turned. I hated the idea of going away with that debt unpaid."
"Are you--going away?" asked Lenore, in surprise.
"Yes, rather," he replied, with a short, sardonic laugh. He fumbled in a pocket of his overalls and drew forth a paper which he opened. A flame burned the fairness from his face; his eyes darkened and shone with peculiar intensity of pride. "I was the first man drafted in this Bend country.... My number was the first called!"
"Drafted!" echoed Lenore, and she seemed to be standing on the threshold of an amazing and terrible truth.
"La.s.s, we forget," said her father, rather thickly.
"Oh, but--why?" cried Lenore. She had voiced the same poignant appeal to her brother Jim. Why need he--why must he go to war? What for? And Jim had called out a bitter curse on the Germans he meant to kill.
"Why?" returned Dorn, with the sad, thoughtful shadow returning to his eyes. "How many times have I asked myself that?... In one way, I don"t know.... I haven"t told father yet!... It"s not for his sake.... But when I think deeply--when I can feel and see--I mean I"m going for my country.... For you and your sisters."
Like a soldier then Lenore received her mortal blow facing him who dealt it, and it was a sudden overwhelming realization of love. No confusion, no embarra.s.sment, no shame attended the agony of that revelation.
Outwardly she did not seem to change at all. She felt her father"s eyes upon her; but she had no wish to hide the tumult of her heart. The moment made her a woman. Where was the fulfilment of those vague, stingingly sweet dreamy fancies of love? Where was her maiden reserve, that she so boldly recognized an unsolicited pa.s.sion? Her eyes met Dorn"s steadily, and she felt some vital and compelling spirit pa.s.s from her to him. She saw him struggle with what he could not understand. It was his glance that wavered and fell, his hand that trembled, his breast that heaved. She loved him. There had been no beginning. Always he had lived in her dreams. And like her brother he was going to kill and to be killed.
Then Lenore gazed away across the wheat-fields. The shadows came waving toward her. A stronger breeze fanned her cheeks. The heavens were darkening and low thunder rolled along the battlements of the great clouds.
"Say, Kurt, what do you make of this?" asked Anderson. Lenore, turning, saw her father hold out the little gray cake that Jake had found in the wheat-field.
Young Dorn seized it quickly, felt and smelled and bit it.
"Where"d you get this?" he asked, with excitement.
Anderson related the circ.u.mstance of its discovery.
"It"s a preparation, mostly phosphorus," replied Dorn. "When the moisture evaporates it will ignite--set fire to any dry substance....
That is a trick of the I.W.W. to burn the wheat-fields."
"By all that"s ----!" swore Anderson, with his jaw bulging. "Jake an" I knew it meant bad. But we didn"t know what."
"I"ve been expecting tricks of all kinds," said Dorn. "I have four men watching the section."
"Good! Say, that car turned off to the right back here some miles....
But, worse luck, the I.W.W."s can work at night."
"We"ll watch at night, too," replied Dorn.
Lenore was conscious of anger encroaching upon the melancholy splendor of her emotions, and the change was bitter.
"When the rain comes, won"t it counteract the ignition of that phosphorus?" she asked, eagerly, for she knew that rain would come.
"Only for the time being. It "ll be just as dry this time to-morrow as it is now."
"Then the wheat"s goin" to burn," declared Anderson, grimly. "If that trick has been worked all over this country you"re goin" to have worse "n a prairie fire. The job on hand is to save this one section that has a fortune tied up in it."
"Mr. Anderson, that job looks almost hopeless, in the light of this phosphorus trick. What on earth can be done? I"ve four men. I can"t hire any more, because I can"t trust these strangers. And how can four men--or five, counting me, watch a square mile of wheat day and night?"
The situation looked hopeless to Lenore and she was sick. What cruel fates toyed with this young farmer! He seemed to be sinking under this last crowning blow. There in the sky, rolling up and rumbling, was the long-deferred rain-storm that meant freedom from debt, and a fortune besides. But of what avail the rain if it was to rush the wheat to full bursting measure only for the infernal touch of the foreigner?
Anderson, however, was no longer a boy. He had dealt with many and many a trial. Never was he plunged into despair until after the dread crisis had come to pa.s.s. His red forehead, frowning and ridged with swelling blood-vessels, showed the bent of his mind.
"Oh, it is hard!" said Lenore to Dorn. "I"m so sorry! But don"t give up.
While there"s life there"s hope!"
He looked up with tears in his eyes.
"Thank you.... I did weaken. You see I"ve let myself believe too much--for dad"s sake. I don"t care about the money for myself.... Money!
What good will money be to me--now? It"s over for me.... To get the wheat cut--harvested--that"s all I hoped.... The army--war--France--I go to be--"
"Hush!" whispered Lenore, and she put a soft hand upon his lips, checking the end of that bitter speech. She felt him start, and the look she met pierced her soul. "Hush!... It"s going to rain!... Father will find some way to save the wheat!... And you are coming home--after the war!"
He crushed her hand to his hot lips.
"You make me--ashamed. I won"t give--up," he said, brokenly. "And when I"m over--there--in the trenches, I"ll think--"
"Dorn, listen to this," rang out Anderson. "We"ll fool that I.W.W.
gang....It"s a-goin" to rain. So far so good. To-morrow you take this cake of phosphorus an" ride around all over the country. Show it an"
tell the farmers their wheat"s goin" to burn. An" offer them whose fields are already ruined--that fire can"t do no more harm--offer them big money to help you save your section. Half a hundred men could put out a fire if one did start. An" these neighbors of yours, some of them will jump at a chance to beat the I.W.W.... Boy, it can be done!"
He ended with a big fist held aloft in triumph.
"See! Didn"t I tell you?" murmured Lenore, softly. It touched her deeply to see Dorn respond to hope. His haggard face suddenly warmed and glowed.
"I never thought of that," he burst out, radiantly. "We can save the wheat.... Mr. Anderson, I--I can"t thank you enough."
"Don"t try," replied the rancher.
"I tell you it will rain," cried Lenore, gaily. "Let"s walk out there--watch the storm come across the hills. I love to see the shadows blow over the wheat."
Lenore became aware, as she pa.s.sed the car, that Nash was glaring at her in no unmistakable manner. She had forgotten all about him. The sight of his jealous face somehow added to her strange exhilaration.
They crossed the road from the house, and, facing the west, had free prospect of the miles of billowy hills and the magnificent ordnance of the storm-clouds. The deep, low mutterings of thunder seemed a grand and welcome music. Lenore stole a look at Dorn, to see him, bareheaded, face upturned, entranced. It was only a rain-storm coming! Down in the valley country such storms were frequent at this season, too common for their meaning to be appreciated. Here in the desert of wheat rain was a blessing, life itself.
The creamy-white, rounded edge of the approaching clouds came and coalesced, spread and mushroomed. Under them the body of the storm was purple, lit now and then by a flash of lightning. Long, drifting veils of rain, gray as thin fog, hung suspended between sky and earth.
"Listen!" exclaimed Dorn.
A warm wind, laden with dry scent of wheat, struck Lenore"s face and waved her hair. It brought a silken, sweeping rustle, a whispering of the bearded grain. The soft sound thrilled Lenore. It seemed a sweet, hopeful message that waiting had been rewarded, that the drought could be broken. Again, and more beautiful than ever before in her life, she saw the waves of shadow as they came forward over the wheat. Rippling, like breezes over the surface of a golden lake, they came in long, broken lines, moving, following, changing, until the whole wheat-field seemed in shadowy motion.
The cloud pageant rolled on above and beyond. Lenore felt a sweet drop of rain splash upon her upturned face. It seemed like a caress. There came a pattering around her. Suddenly rose a damp, faint smell of dust.