"Olsen! How"d it happen? Wasn"t anybody set to guard the elevators?"
"Yes. But the I.W.W."s drove all the guards off but Grimm, an" they beat him up bad. n.o.body had nerve enough to shoot."
"Olsen, if I run into the Glidden I"ll kill him," declared Kurt.
"So will I.... But, Dorn, they"re a hard crowd. They"re over there on the side, watchin" the fire. A gang of them! Soon as I can get the men together we"ll drive them out of town. There"ll be a fight, if I don"t miss my guess."
"Hurry the men! Have all of them get their guns! Come on!"
"Not yet, Dorn. We"re fightin" fire yet. You an" Jerry help all you can."
Indeed, it appeared there was danger of more than one cottage burning.
The exceedingly dry weather of the past weeks had made shingles like tinder, and wherever a glowing spark fell on them there straightway was a smoldering fire. Water, a scarce necessity in that region, had been used until all wells and pumps became dry. It was fortunate that most of the roofs of the little village had been constructed of galvanized iron.
Beating out blazes and glowing embers with brooms was not effective enough. When it appeared that the one cottage nearest the rain of sparks was sure to go, Kurt thought of the railroad watertank below the station. He led a number of men with buckets to the tank, and they soon drowned out the smoldering places.
Meanwhile the blazes from the box-cars died out, leaving only the dull glow from the red heap that had once been the elevators. However, this gave forth light enough for any one to be seen a few rods distant.
Sparks had ceased to fall, and from that source no further danger need be apprehended. Olsen had been going from man to man, sending those who were not armed home for guns. So it came about that half an hour after Kurt"s arrival a score of farmers, villagers, and a few railroaders were collected in a group, listening to the pale-faced Olsen.
"Men, there"s only a few of us, an" there"s hundreds, mebbe, in thet I.W.W. gang, but we"ve got to drive them off," he said, doggedly.
"There"s no tellin" what they"ll do if we let them hang around any longer. They know we"re weak in numbers. We"ve got to do some shootin"
to scare them away."
Kurt seconded Olsen in ringing voice.
"They"ve threatened your homes," he said. "They"ve burned my wheat--ruined me. They were the death of my father.... These are facts I"m telling you. We can"t wait for law or for militia. We"ve got to meet this I.W.W. invasion. They have taken advantage of the war situation.
They"re backed by German agents. It"s now a question of our property.
We"ve got to fight!"
The crowd made noisy and determined response. Most of them had small weapons; a few had shot-guns or rifles.
"Come on, men," called Olsen. "I"ll do the talkin". An" if I say shoot, why, you shoot!"
It was necessary to go around the long line of box-cars. Olsen led the way, with Kurt just back of him. The men spoke but little and in whispers. At the left end of the line the darkness was thick enough to make objects indistinct.
Once around the corner, Kurt plainly descried a big dark crowd of men whose faces showed red in the glow of the huge pile of embers which was all that remained of the elevators. They did not see Olsen"s men.
"Hold on," whispered Olsen. "If we get in a fight here we"ll be in a bad place. We"ve nothin" to hide behind. Let"s go off--more to the left--an"
come up behind those freight-cars on the switches. That"ll give us cover an" we"ll have the I.W.W."s in the light."
So he led off to the left, keeping in the shadow, and climbed between several lines of freight-cars, all empty, and finally came out behind the I.W.W."s. Olsen led to within fifty yards of them, and was halted by some observant member of the gang who sat with the others on top of a flat-car.
This man"s yell stilled the coa.r.s.e talk and laughter of the gang.
"What"s that?" shouted a cold, clear voice with authority in it.
Kurt thought he recognized the voice, and it caused a bursting, savage sensation in his blood.
"Here"s a bunch of farmers with guns!" yelled the man from the flat-car.
Olsen halted his force near one of the detached lines of box-cars, which he probably meant to take advantage of in case of a fight.
"Hey, you I.W.W."s!" he shouted, with all his might.
There was a moment"s silence.
"There"s no I.W.W."s here," replied the authoritative voice.
Kurt was sure now that he recognized Glidden"s voice. Excitement and anger then gave place to deadly rage.
"Who are you?" yelled Olsen.
"We"re tramps watchin" the fire," came the reply.
"You set that fire!"
"No, we didn"t."
Kurt motioned Olsen to be silent, as with lifting breast he took an involuntary step forward.
"Glidden, I know you!" he shouted, in hard, quick tones. "I"m Kurt Dorn.
I"ve met you. I know your voice.... Take your gang--get out of here--or we"ll kill you!"
This pregnant speech caused a blank dead silence. Then came a white flash, a sharp report. Kurt heard the thud of a bullet striking some one near him. The man cried out, but did not fall.
"Spread out an" hide!" ordered Olsen. "An" shoot fer keeps!"
The little crowd broke and melted into the shadows behind and under the box-cars. Kurt crawled under a car and between the wheels, from which vantage-point he looked out. Glidden"s gang were there in the red glow, most of them now standing. The sentry who had given the alarm still sat on top of the flat-car, swinging his legs. His companions, however, had jumped down. Kurt heard men of his own party crawling and whispering behind him, and he saw dim, dark, sprawling forms under the far end of the car.
"Boss, the hayseeds have run off," called the man from the flat car.
Laughter and jeers greeted this sally.
Kurt concluded it was about time to begin proceedings. Resting his revolver on the side of the wheel behind which he lay, he took steady aim at the sentry, holding low. Kurt was not a good shot with a revolver and the distance appeared to exceed fifty yards. But as luck would have it, when he pulled trigger the sentry let out a loud bawl of terror and pain, and fell off the car to the ground. Flopping and crawling like a crippled chicken, he got out of sight below.
Kurt"s shot was a starter for Olsen"s men. Four or five of the shot-guns boomed at once; then the second barrels were discharged, along with a sharper cracking of small arms. Pandemonium broke loose in Glidden"s gang. No doubt, at least, of the effectiveness of the shot-guns! A medley of strange, sharp, enraged, and anguished cries burst upon the air, a prelude to a wild stampede. In a few seconds that lighted spot where the I.W.W. had grouped was vacant, and everywhere were fleeing forms, some swift, others slow. So far as Kurt could see, no one had been fatally injured. But many had been hurt, and that fact augured well for Olsen"s force.
Presently a shot came from some hidden enemy. It thudded into the wood of the car over Kurt. Some one on his side answered it, and a heavy bullet, striking iron, whined away into the darkness. Then followed flash here and flash there, with accompanying reports and whistles of lead. From behind and under and on top of cars opened up a fire that proved how well armed these so-called laborers were. Their volley completely drowned the desultory firing of Olsen"s squad.
Kurt began to wish for one of the shot-guns. It was this kind of weapon that saved Olsen"s followers. There were a hundred chances to one of missing an I.W.W. with a single bullet, while a shot-gun, aimed fairly well, was generally productive of results. Kurt stopped wasting his cartridges. Some one was hurt behind his car and he crawled out to see.
A villager named Schmidt had been wounded in the leg, not seriously, but bad enough to disable him. He had been using a double-barreled breech-loading shot-gun, and he wore a vest with rows of sh.e.l.ls in the pockets across the front. Kurt borrowed gun and ammunition; and with these he hurried back to his covert, grimly sure of himself. At thought of Glidden he became hot all over, and this heat rather grew with the excitement of battle.
With the heavy fowling-piece loaded, Kurt peeped forth from behind his protecting wheel and watched keenly for flashes or moving dark figures.
The I.W.W. had begun to reserve their fire, to shift their positions, and to spread out, judging from a wider range of the reports. It looked as if they meant to try and surround Olsen"s band. It was extraordinary--the a.s.surance and deadly intent of this riffraff gang of tramp labor-agitators. In preceding years a crowd of I.W.W. men had been nothing to worry a rancher. Vastly different it seemed now. They acted as if they had the great war back of them.
Kurt crawled out of his hiding-place, and stole from car to car, in search of Olsen. At last he found the rancher, in company with several men, peering from behind a car. One of his companions was sitting down and trying to wrap something round his foot.
"Olsen, they"re spreading out to surround us," whispered Kurt.
"That"s what Bill here just said," replied Olsen, nervously. "If this keeps up we"ll be in a tight place. What"ll we do, Dorn?"