"What"s going on in this town?"
The man stood rather indistinctly in the uncertain light. Kurt, however, made out his eyes and they were regarding him suspiciously.
"Nothin" onusual," was the reply.
"Has harvesting begun in these parts?"
"Some barley cut, but no wheat. Next week, I reckon."
"How"s the wheat?"
"Some bad an" some good."
"Is this town a headquarters for the I.W.W.?"
"No. But there"s a big camp of I.W.W."s near here. Reckon you"re one of them union fellers?"
"I am not," declared Kurt, bluntly.
"Reckon you sure look like one, with thet gun under your coat."
"Are you going to hire I.W.W. men?" asked Kurt, ignoring the other"s observation.
"I"m only a farm-hand," was the sullen reply. "An" I tell you I won"t join no I.W.W."
Kurt spared himself a moment to give this fellow a few strong proofs of the fact that any farm-hand was wise to take such a stand against the labor organization. Leaving the fellow gaping and staring after him, Kurt crossed the street to enter another hotel. It was more pretentious than the first, with a large, well lighted office. There were loungers at the tables. Kurt walked to the desk. A man leaned upon his elbows. He asked Kurt if he wanted a room. This man, evidently the proprietor, was a German, though he spoke English.
"I"m not sure," replied Kurt. "Will you let me look at the register?"
The man shoved the book around. Kurt did not find the name he sought.
"My father, Chris Dorn, is in town. Can you tell me where I"ll find him?"
"So you"re young Dorn," replied the other, with instant change to friendliness. "I"ve heard of you. Yes, the old man is here. He made a big wheat deal to-day. He"s eating his supper."
Kurt stepped to the door indicated, and, looking into the dining-room, he at once espied his father"s huge head with its shock of gray hair. He appeared to be in earnest colloquy with a man whose bulk matched his own. Kurt hesitated, and finally went back to the desk.
"Who"s the big man with my father?" he asked.
"He is a big man, both ways. Don"t you know him?" rejoined the proprietor, in a lower voice.
"I"m not sure," answered Kurt. The lowered tone had a significance that decided Kurt to admit nothing.
"That"s Neuman from Ruxton, one of the biggest wheat men in Washington."
Kurt repressed a whistle of surprise. Neuman was Anderson"s only rival in the great, fertile valley. What were Neuman and Chris Dorn doing with their heads together?
"I thought he was Neuman," replied Kurt, feeling his way. "Is he in on the big deal with father?"
"Which one?" queried the proprietor, with shrewd eyes, taking Kurt"s measure. "You"re in on both, of course."
"Sure. I mean the wheat sale, not the I.W.W. deal," replied Kurt. He hazarded a guess with that mention of the I.W.W. No sooner had the words pa.s.sed his lips than he divined he was on the track of sinister events.
"Your father sold out to that Spokane miller. No, Neuman is not in on that."
"I was surprised to hear father had sold the wheat. Was it speculation or guarantee?"
"Old Chris guaranteed sixty bushels. There were friends of his here who advised against it. Did you have rain over there?"
"Fine. The wheat will go over sixty bushels. I"m sorry I couldn"t get here sooner."
"When it rained you hurried over to boost the price. Well, it"s too late."
"Is Glidden here?" queried Kurt, hazarding another guess.
"Don"t talk so loud," warned the proprietor. "Yes, he just got here in a car with two other men. He"s up-stairs having supper in his room."
"Supper!" Kurt echoed the word, and averted his face to hide the leap of his blood. "That reminds me, I"m hungry."
He went into the big, dimly lighted dining-room. There was a shelf on one side as he went in, and here, with his back turned to the room, he laid the disjointed gun and his hat. Several newspapers lying near attracted his eye. Quickly he slipped them under and around the gun, and then took a seat at the nearest table. A buxom German waitress came for his order. He gave it while he gazed around at his grim-faced old father and the burly Neuman, and his ears throbbed to the beat of his blood.
His hand trembled on the table. His thoughts flashed almost too swiftly for comprehension. It took a stern effort to gain self-control.
Evil of some nature was afoot. Neuman"s presence there was a strange, disturbing fact. Kurt had made two guesses, both alarmingly correct. If he had any more illusions or hopes, he dispelled them. His father had been won over by this arch conspirator of the I.W.W. And, despite his father"s close-fistedness where money was concerned, that eighty thousand dollars, or part of it, was in danger.
Kurt wondered how he could get possession of it. If he could he would return it to the bank and wire a warning to the Spokane buyer that the wheat was not safe. He might persuade his father to turn over the amount of the debt to Anderson. While thinking and planning, Kurt kept an eye on his father and rather neglected his supper. Presently, when old Dorn and Neuman rose and left the dining-room, Kurt followed them. His father was whispering to the proprietor over the desk, and at Kurt"s touch he glared his astonishment.
"You here! What for?" he demanded, gruffly, in German.
"I had to see you," replied Kurt, in English.
"Did it rain?" was the old man"s second demand, husky and serious.
"The wheat is made, if we can harvest it," answered Kurt.
The blaze of joy on old Dorn"s face gave Kurt a twinge of pain. He hated to dispel it. "Come aside, here, a minute," he whispered, and drew his father over to a corner under a lamp. "I"ve got bad news. Look at this!"
He produced the cake of phosphorus, careful to hide it from other curious eyes there, and with swift, low words he explained its meaning.
He expected an outburst of surprise and fury, but he was mistaken.
"I know about that," whispered his father, hoa.r.s.ely. "There won"t be any thrown in my wheat."
"Father! What a.s.surance have you of that?" queried Kurt, astounded.
The old man nodded his gray head wisely. He knew, but he did not speak.
"Do you think these I.W.W. plotters will spare your wheat?" asked Kurt.
"You are wrong. They may lie to your face. But they"ll betray you. The I.W.W. is backed by--by interests that want to embarra.s.s the government."
"What government?"