And that exchange showed these two of the same breed and sure of each other.
"Nawthin" come off, boss," he drawled, "but I"m glad you"re home."
"Did Nash leave the place?" queried Anderson.
"Twice, at night, an" he was gone long. I didn"t foller him because I seen he didn"t take no luggage, an" thet boy has some sporty clothes. He was sure comin" back."
"Any sign of his pard--that Glidden?"
"Nope. But there"s been more"n one new feller snookin" round."
"Have you heard from any of the boys with the cattle?"
"Yep. Bill Weeks rode down. He said a bunch of I.W.W."s were campin"
above Blue Spring. Thet means they"ve moved on down to the edge of the timber an" oncomfortable near our wheat. Bill says they"re killin" our stock fer meat."
"Hum!... How many in the gang?" inquired Anderson, darkly. His early dealings with outlaw rustlers had not left him favorably inclined toward losing a single steer.
"Wal, I reckon we can"t say. Mebbe five hundred, countin" all along the valley on this side. Then we hear there"s more on the other... Boss, if they git ugly we"re goin" to lose stock, wheat, an" mebbe some blood."
"So many as that!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the rancher, in amaze.
"They come an" go, an" lately they"re most comin"," replied Jake.
"When do we begin cuttin" grain?"
"I reckon to-morrow. Adams didn"t want to start till you got back. It"ll be barley an" oats fer a few days, an" then the wheat--if we can git the men."
"An" has Adams hired any?"
"Yes, a matter of twenty or so. They swore they wasn"t I.W.W."s, but Adams says, an" so do I, thet some of them are men who first claimed to our old hands thet they did belong to the I.W.W."
"An" so we"ve got to take a chance if we"re goin" to harvest two thousand acres of wheat?"
"I reckon, boss."
"Any reports from Ruxton way?"
"Wal, yes. But I reckon you"d better git your supper "fore I tell you, boss."
"Jake, you said nothin" had come off."
"Wal, nawthin" has around here. Come on now, boss. Miss Lenore says I was to keep my mouth shut."
"Jake, who"s your boss? Me or Lenore?"
"Wal, you air. But I ain"t disobeyin" Miss Lenore."
Anderson walked the rest of the way up the shady path to the house without saying any more to Jake. The beautiful white house stood clear of the grove, bright in the rays of the setting sun. A barking of dogs greeted Anderson, and then the pattering of feet. His daughters appeared on the porch. Kathleen, who was ten, made a dive for him, and Rose, who was fourteen, came flying after her. Both girls were screaming joyously.
Their sunny hair danced. Lenore waited for him at the step, and as he mounted the porch, burdened by the three girls, his anxious, sadly smiling wife came out to make perfect the welcome home. No--not perfect, for Anderson"s joy held a bitter drop, the absence of his only son!
"Oh, dad, what-all did you fetch me?" cried Kathleen, and she deserted her father for the bundle-laden Jake.
"And me!" echoed Rose.
Even Lenore, in the happiness of her father"s return, was not proof against the wonder and promise of those many bundles.
They all went within, through a hall to a great, cozy living-room. Mrs.
Anderson"s very first words, after her welcoming smile, were a half-faltered:
"Any--news of--Jim?"
"Why--yes," replied Anderson, hesitatingly.
Suddenly the three sisters were silent. How closely they resembled one another then--Lenore, a budding woman; Rose, a budding girl; and Kathleen, a rosy, radiant child! Lenore lost a little of her bloom.
"What news, father?" she asked.
"Haven"t you heard from him?" returned Anderson.
"Not for a whole week. He wrote the day he reached Spokane. But then he hardly knew anything except that he"d enlisted."
"I"m sure glad Jim didn"t wait for the draft," replied the father.
"Well, mother an" girls, Jim was gone when I got to Spokane. All I heard was that he was well when he left for Frisco an" strong for the aviation corps."
"Then he means to--to be an aviator," said Lenore, with quivering lips.
"Sure, if he can get in. An" he"s wise. Jim knows engines. He has a knack for machinery. An" nerve! No boy ever had more. He"ll make a crack flier."
"But--the danger!" whispered the boy"s mother, with a shudder.
"I reckon there"ll be a little danger, mother," replied Anderson, cheerfully. "We"ve got to take our chance on Jim. There"s one sure bet.
If he had stayed home he"d been fightin" I.W.W."s!"
That trying moment pa.s.sed. Mrs. Anderson said that she would see to supper being put on the table at once. The younger girls began untying the bundles. Lenore studied her father"s face a moment.
"Jake, you run along," she said to the waiting cowboy. "Wait till after supper before you worry father."
"I"ll do thet, Miss Lenore," drawled Jake, "an" if he wants worryin"
he"ll hev to look me up."
"La.s.s, I"m only tired, not worried," replied Anderson, as Jake shuffled out with jingling spurs.
"Did anything serious happen in Spokane?" she asked anxiously.
"No. But Spokane men are alive to serious trouble ahead," replied her father. "I spoke to the Chamber of Commerce--sure exploded a bomb in that camp. Then I had conferences with a good many different men. Fact is they ran me pretty hard. Couldn"t have slept much, anyhow, in that heat. La.s.s, this is the place to live!... I"d rather die here than live in Spokane, in summer."
"Did you see the Governor?"