It was affecting for Dorn to see that meeting, and through it to share something of its meaning. Anderson"s thick neck swelled and colored, and his utterance was unintelligible. His daughter loosened her arm from round him and turned her face toward Kurt. Then he imagined he saw two blue stars, sweetly, strangely shining upon him.
"Father, it was our friend from the Bend," she said. "He happened along."
Anderson suddenly changed to the cool, smiling man Kurt remembered.
"Howdy, Kurt?" he said, and crushed Kurt"s hand. "What"d you do to him?"
Kurt made a motion toward the back of the car. Then Anderson looked over the seats. With that he opened the door and in one powerful haul he drew Ruenke sliding out into the road. Ruenke"s bruised and b.l.o.o.d.y face was uppermost, a rather gruesome sight. Anderson glared down upon him, while men from the other cars crowded around. Ruenke"s eyes resembled those of a cornered rat. Anderson"s jaw bulged, his big hands clenched.
"Bill, you throw this fellow in your car and land him in jail. I"ll make a charge against him," said the rancher.
"Mr. Anderson, I can save some valuable time," interposed Kurt. "I"ve got to return a car I broke down. And there"s my wheat. Will you have one of these men drive me back?"
"Sure. But won"t you come home with us?" said Anderson.
"I"d like to. But I must get home," replied Kurt. "Please let me speak a few words for your ear alone." He drew Anderson aside and briefly told about the eighty thousand dollars; threw back his coat to show the bulging pockets. Then he asked Anderson"s advice.
"I"d deposit the money an" wire the Spokane miller," returned the rancher. "I know him. He"ll leave the money in the bank till your wheat is safe. Go to the national bank in Kilo. Mention my name."
Then Kurt told Anderson of the plot against his fortunes and his life.
"Neuman! I.W.W.! German intrigue!" growled the rancher. "All in the same cla.s.s!... Dorn, I"m forewarned, an" that"s forearmed. I"ll beat this outfit at their own game."
They returned to Anderson"s car. Kurt reached inside for his rifle.
"Aren"t you going home with us?" asked the girl.
"Why, Miss Anderson, I--I"m sorry. I--I"d love to see "Many Waters,""
floundered Kurt. "But I can"t go now. There"s no need. I must hurry back to--to my troubles."
"I wanted to tell you something--at home," she returned, shyly.
"Tell me now," said Kurt.
She gave him such a glance as he had never received in his life. Kurt felt himself as wax before those blue eyes. She wanted to thank him.
That would be sweet, but would only make his ordeal harder. He steeled himself.
"You won"t come?" she asked, and her smile was wistful.
"No--thank you ever so much."
"Will you come to see me before you--you go to war?"
"I"ll try."
"But you must promise. You"ve done so much for me and my father.... I--I want you to come to see me--at my home."
"Then I"ll come," he replied.
Anderson clambered into the car beside his daughter and laid his big hands on the wheel.
"Sure he"ll come, or we"ll go after him," he declared, heartily. "So long, son."
CHAPTER XI
Late in the forenoon of the next day Kurt Dorn reached home. A hot harvest wind breathed off the wheat-fields. It swelled his heart to see the change in the color of that section of Bluestem--the gold had a tinge of rich, ripe brown.
Kurt"s father awaited him, a haggard, gloomy-faced man, unkempt and hollow-eyed.
"Was it you who robbed me?" he shouted hoa.r.s.ely.
"Yes," replied Kurt. He had caught the eager hope and fear in the old man"s tone. Kurt expected that confession would bring on his father"s terrible fury, a mood to dread. But old Dorn showed immense relief. He sat down in his relaxation from what must have been intense strain. Kurt saw a weariness, a shade, in the gray lined face that had never been there before.
"What did you do with the money?" asked the old man.
"I banked it in Kilo," replied Kurt. "Then I wired your miller in Spokane.... So you"re safe if we can harvest the wheat."
Old Dorn nodded thoughtfully. There had come a subtle change in him.
Presently he asked Kurt if men had been hired for the harvest.
"No. I"ve not seen any I would trust," replied Kurt, and then he briefly outlined Anderson"s plan to insure a quick and safe harvesting of the grain. Old Dorn objected to this on account of the expense. Kurt argued with him and patiently tried to show him the imperative need of it.
Dorn, apparently, was not to be won over; however, he was remarkably mild in comparison with what Kurt had expected.
"Father, do you realize now that the men you were dealing with at Wheatly are dishonest? I mean with you. They would betray you."
Old Dorn had no answer for this. Evidently he had sustained some kind of shock that he was not willing to admit.
"Look here, father," went on Kurt, in slow earnestness. He spoke in English, because nothing would make him break his word and ever again speak a word of German. And his father was not quick to comprehend English. "Can"t you see that the I.W.W. mean to cripple us wheat farmers this harvest?"
"No," replied old Dorn, stubbornly.
"But they do. They don"t _want_ work. If they accept work it is for a chance to do damage. All this I.W.W. talk about more wages and shorter hours is deceit. They make a bold face of discontent. That is all a lie.
The I.W.W. is out to ruin the great wheat-fields and the great lumber forests of the Northwest."
"I do not believe that," declared his father, stoutly. "What for?"
Kurt meant to be careful of that subject.
"No matter what for. It does not make any difference what it"s for.
We"ve got to meet it to save our wheat.... Now won"t you believe me?
Won"t you let me manage the harvest?"
"I will not believe," replied old Dorn, stubbornly. "Not about _my_ wheat. I know they mean to destroy. They are against rich men like Anderson. But not me or my wheat!"
"There is where you are wrong. I"ll prove it in a very few days. But in that time I can prepare for them and outwit them. Will you let me?"