Lenore took the front seat in the car beside the driver. He showed unconscious response to that action.
"Jake, aren"t you coming?" she asked, of the cowboy.
"Wal, I reckon it"ll be sure dull fer you without me. n.o.body to talk to while your dad fools around. But I can"t go. Me an" the boys air a-goin"
to hang some I.W.W."s this mawnin", an" I can"t miss thet fun."
Jake drawled his speech and laughed lazily as he ended it. He was just boasting, as usual, but his hawklike eyes were on Nash. And it was certain that Nash turned pale.
Lenore had no reply to make. Her father appeared to lose patience with Jake, but after a moment"s hesitation decided not to voice it.
Nash was not a good nor a careful driver under any circ.u.mstances, and this morning it was evident he did not have his mind on his business.
There were b.u.mps in the orchard road where the irrigation ditches crossed.
"Say, you ought to be drivin" a hay-wagon," called Anderson, sarcastically.
At Vale he ordered the car stopped at the post-office, and, telling Lenore he might be detained a few moments, he went in. Nash followed, and presently came back with a package of letters. Upon taking his seat in the car he a.s.sorted the letters, one of which, a large, thick envelope, manifestly gave him excited gratification. He pocketed them and turned to Lenore.
"Ah! I see you get letters--from a woman," she said, pretending a poison sweetness of jealousy.
"Certainly. I"m not married yet," he replied. "Lenore, last night--"
"You will never be married--to me--while you write to other women. Let me see that letter!... Let me read it--all of them!"
"No, Lenore--not here. And don"t speak so loud. Your father will be coming any minute.... Lenore, he suspects me. And that cowboy knows things. I can"t go back to the ranch."
"Oh, you must come!"
"No. If you love me you"ve got to run off with me to-day."
"But why the hurry?" she appealed.
"It"s getting hot for me."
"What do you mean by that? Why don"t you explain to me? As long as you are so strange, so mysterious, how can I trust you? You ask me to run off with you, yet you don"t put confidence in me."
Nash grew pale and earnest, and his hands shook.
"But if I do confide in you, then will you come with me?" he queried, breathlessly.
"I"ll not promise. Maybe what you have to tell will prove--you--you don"t care for me."
"It "ll prove I do," he replied, pa.s.sionately.
"Then tell me." Lenore realized she could no longer play the part she had a.s.sumed. But Nash was so stirred by his own emotions, so carried along in a current, that he did not see the difference in her.
"Listen. I tell you it"s getting hot for me," he whispered. "I"ve been put here--close to Anderson--to find out things and to carry out orders.
Lately I"ve neglected my job because I fell in love with you. He"s your father. If I go on with plans--and harm comes to him--I"ll never get you. Is that clear?"
"It certainly is," replied Lenore, and she felt a tightness at her throat.
"I"m no member of the I.W.W.," he went on. "Whatever that organization might have been last year, it"s gone wild this year.... There are interests that have used the I.W.W. I"m only an agent, and I"m not high up, either. I see what the government will do to the I.W.W. if the Northwest leaves any of it. But just now there"re plots against a few big men like your father. He"s to be ruined. His crops and ranches destroyed. And he"s to be killed. It"s because he"s so well known and has so much influence that he was marked. I told you the I.W.W. was being used to make trouble. They are being stirred up by agitators, bribed and driven, all for the purpose of making a great disorder in the Northwest."
"Germany!" whispered Lenore.
"I can"t say. But men are all over, and these men work in secret. There are American citizens in the Northwest--one right in this valley--who have plotted to ruin your father."
"Do you know who they are?"
"No, I do not."
"You are for Germany, of course?"
"I have been. My people are German. But I was born in the U.S. And if it suits me I will be for America. If you come with me I"ll throw up this dirty job, advise Glidden to shift the plot from your father to some other man--"
"So it"s Glidden!" exclaimed Lenore.
Nash bit his lip, and for the first time looked at Lenore without thinking of himself. And surprise dawned in his eyes.
"Yes, Glidden. You saw him speak to me up in the Bend, the first time your father went to see Dorn"s wheat. Glidden"s playing the I.W.W.
against itself. He means to drop out of this deal with big money....Now I"ll save your father if you"ll stick to me."
Lenore could no longer restrain herself. This man was not even big in his wickedness. Lenore divined that his later words held no truth.
"Mr. Ruenke, you are a detestable coward," she said, with quivering scorn. "I let you imagine--Oh! I can"t speak it!... You--you--"
"G.o.d! You fooled me!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, his jaw falling in utter amaze.
"You were contemptibly easy. You"d better jump out of this car and run.
My father will shoot you."
"You deceitful--cat!" he cried, haltingly, as anger overcame his astonishment. "I"ll--"
Anderson"s big bulk loomed up behind Nash. Lenore gasped as she saw her father, for his eyes were upon her and he had recognized events.
"Say, Mister Ruenke, the postmaster says you get letters here under different names," said Anderson, bluntly.
"Yes--I--I--get them--for a friend," stammered the driver, as his face turned white.
"You lyin" German pup!... I"ll look over them letters!" Anderson"s big hand shot out to clutch Nash, holding him powerless, and with the other hand he searched Nash"s inside coat pockets, to tear forth a packet of letters. Then Anderson released him and stepped back. "Get out of that car!" he thundered.
Nash made a slow movement, as if to comply, then suddenly he threw on the power. The car jerked forward.
Anderson leaped to get one hand on the car door, the other on Nash. He almost pulled the driver out of his seat. But Nash held on desperately, and the car, gaining momentum, dragged Anderson. He could not get his feet up on the running-board, and suddenly he fell.
Lenore screamed and tore frantically at the handle of the door. Nash struck her, jerked her back into the seat. She struggled until the car shot full speed ahead. Then it meant death for her to leap out.
"Sit still, or you"ll kill yourself." shouted Nash, hoa.r.s.ely.