"Ah-huh!... Come on, let"s go over an" see my money burn up.... Kurt, I"m gettin" some new education these days."
Dorn appeared to be unable to restrain himself. He hurried on ahead of the others. And Anderson whispered to Lenore, "I"ll bet somethin"s comin" off!"
This alarmed Lenore, yet it also thrilled her.
The threshing-machine burned like a house of cards. Farm-hands came running from all over the field. But nothing, manifestly, could be done to save the thresher. Anderson, holding his daughter"s arm, calmly watched it burn. There was excitement all around; it had not been communicated, however, to the rancher. He looked thoughtful. The foreman darted among the groups of watchers and his distress was very plain.
Dorn had gotten out of sight. Lenore still held his coat and wondered what he was doing. She was thoroughly angry and marveled at her father"s composure. The big thresher was reduced to a blazing, smoking hulk in short order.
Dorn came striding up. His face was pale and his mouth set.
"Mr. Anderson, you"ve got to make a strong stand--and quick," he said, deliberately.
"I reckon. An" I"m ready, if it"s the right time," replied the rancher.
"But what can we prove?"
"That"s proof," declared Dorn, pointing at the ruined thresher. "Do you know all your honest hands?"
"Yes, an" I"ve got enough to clean up this outfit in no time. We"re only waitin"."
"What for?"
"Wal, I reckon for what"s just come off."
"Don"t let them go any farther.... Look at these fellows. Can"t you tell the I.W.W."s from the others?"
"No, I can"t unless I count all the new harvest-hands I.W.W."s."
"Every one you don"t know here is in with that gang," declared Dorn, and he waved a swift hand at the groups. His eyes swept piercingly over, and apparently through, the men nearest at hand.
At this juncture Jake and Bill, with two other cowboys, strode up to Anderson.
"Another accident, boss," said Jake, sarcastically. "Ain"t it about time we corralled some of this outfit?"
Anderson did not reply. He had suddenly imitated Lenore, who had become solely bent upon Dorn"s look. That indeed was cause for interest. It was directed at a member of the nearest group--a man in rough garb, with slouch-hat pulled over his eyes. As Lenore looked she saw this man, suddenly becoming aware of Dorn"s scrutiny, hastily turn and walk away.
"Hold on!" called Dorn, his voice a ringing command. It halted every moving person on that part of the field. Then Dorn actually bounded across the intervening s.p.a.ce.
"Come on, boys," said Anderson, "get in this. Dorn"s spotted some one, an" now that"s all we want.... Lenore, stick close behind me. Jake, you keep near her."
They moved hastily to back up Dorn, who had already reached the workman he had halted. Anderson took out a whistle and blew such a shrill blast that it deafened Lenore, and must have been heard all over the harvest-field. Not improbably that was a signal agreed upon between Anderson and his men. Lenore gathered that all had been in readiness for a concerted movement and that her father believed Dorn"s action had brought the climax.
"Haven"t I seen you before?" queried Dorn, sharply.
The man shook his head and kept it bent a little, and then he began to edge back nearer to the stragglers, who slowly closed into a group behind him. He seemed nervous, shifty.
"He can"t speak English," spoke up one of them, gruffly.
Dorn looked aggressive and stern. Suddenly his hand flashed out to s.n.a.t.c.h off the slouch-hat which hid the fellow"s face. Amazingly, a gray wig came with it. This man was not old. He had fair thick hair.
For a moment Dorn gazed at the slouch-hat and wig. Then with a fierce action he threw them down and swept a clutching hand for the man. The fellow dodged and, straightening up, he reached for a gun. But Dorn lunged upon him. Then followed a hard grappling sound and a hoa.r.s.e yell.
Something bright glinted in the sun. It made a sweeping circle, belched fire and smoke. The report stunned Lenore. She shut her eyes and clung to her father. She heard cries, a scuffling, sodden blows.
"Jake! Bill!" called Anderson. "Hold on! No gun-play yet! Dorn"s makin"
hash out of that fellow.... But watch the others sharp!"
Then Lenore looked again. Dorn had twisted the man around and was in the act of stripping off the further disguise of beard, disclosing the pale and convulsed face of a comparatively young man.
_"Glidden!"_ burst out Dorn. His voice had a terrible ring of furious amaze. His whole body seemed to gather as in a knot and then to spring.
The man called Glidden went down before that onslaught, and his gun went flying aside.
Three of Glidden"s group started for it. The cowboy Bill leaped forward, a gun in each hand. "Hyar!... Back!" he yelled. And then all except the two struggling princ.i.p.als grew rigid.
Lenore"s heart was burning in her throat. The movements of Dorn were too swift for her sight. But Glidden she saw handled as if by a giant. Up and down he seemed thrown, with b.l.o.o.d.y face, flinging arms, while he uttered hoa.r.s.e bawls. Dorn"s form grew more distinct. It plunged and swung in frenzied energy. Lenore heard men running and yells from all around. Her father spread wide his arm before her, so that she had to bend low to see. He shouted a warning. Jake was holding a gun thrust forward.
"Boss, he"s goin" to kill Glidden!" said the cowboy, in a low tone.
Anderson"s reply was incoherent, but its meaning was plain.
Lenore"s lips and tongue almost denied her utterance. "Oh!... Don"t let him!"
The crowd behind the wrestling couple swayed back and forth, and men changed places here and there. Bill strode across the s.p.a.ce, guns leveled. Evidently this action was due to the threatening movements of several workmen who crouched as if to leap on Dorn as he whirled in his fight with Glidden.
"Wal, it"s about time!" yelled Anderson, as a number of lean, rangy men, rushing from behind, reached Bill"s side, there to present an armed and threatening front.
All eyes now centered on Dorn and Glidden. Lenore, seeing clearly for the first time, suffered a strange, hot paroxysm of emotion never before experienced by her. It left her weak. It seemed to stultify the cry that had been trying to escape her. She wanted to scream that Dorn must not kill the man. Yet there was a ferocity in her that froze the cry.
Glidden"s coat and blouse were half torn off; blood covered him; he strained and flung himself weakly in that iron clutch. He was beaten and bent back. His tongue hung out, b.l.o.o.d.y, fluttering with strangled cries.
A ghastly face, appalling in its fear of death!
Lenore broke her mute spell of mingled horror and pa.s.sion.
"For G.o.d"s sake, don"t let Dorn kill him!" she implored.
"Why not?" muttered Anderson. "That"s Glidden. He killed Dorn"s father--burned his wheat--ruined him!"
"Dad--for _my_--sake!" she cried brokenly.
"Jake, stop him!" yelled Anderson. "Pull him off!"
As Lenore saw it, with eyes again half failing her, Jake could not separate Dorn from his victim.
"Leggo, Dorn!" he yelled. "You"re cheatin" the gallows!...Hey, Bill, he"s a bull!... Help, hyar--quick!"
Lenore did not see the resulting conflict, but she could tell by something that swayed the crowd when Glidden had been freed.
"Hold up this outfit!" yelled Anderson to his men. "Come on, Jake, drag him along." Jake appeared, leading the disheveled and wild-eyed Dorn.
"Son, you did my heart good, but there was some around here who didn"t want you to spill blood. An" that"s well. For I am seein" red....Jake, you take Dorn an" Lenore a piece toward the house, then hurry back."
Then Lenore felt that she had hold of Dorn"s arm and she was listening to Jake without understanding a word he said, while she did hear her father"s yell of command, "Line up there, you I.W.W."s!"