Father, did you hear any news from the Bend?"
"Sure did," he replied, and patted her head. "They sent me a message up from Vale.... Young Dorn wired from Kilo he"d be here to-day."
"To-day!" echoed Lenore, and her heart showed a tendency to act strangely.
"Yep. He"ll be here soon," said Anderson, cheerfully. "Tell your mother.
Mebbe he"ll come for supper. An" have a room ready for him."
"Yes, father," replied Lenore.
"Wal, if Dorn sees you as you look now--sleeves rolled up, ap.r.o.n on, flour on your nose--a regular farmer girl--an" sure huggable, as Jake says--you won"t have no trouble winnin" him."
"How you talk!" exclaimed Lenore, with burning cheeks. She ran to her room and made haste to change her dress.
But Dorn did not arrive in time for supper. Eight o"clock came without his appearing, after which, with keen disappointment, Lenore gave up expecting him that night. She was in her father"s study, helping him with the harvest notes and figures, when Jake knocked and entered.
"Dorn"s here," he announced.
"Good. Fetch him in," replied Anderson.
"Father, I--I"d rather go," whispered Lenore.
"You stay right along by your dad," was his reply, "an" be a real Anderson."
When Lenore heard Dorn"s step in the hall the fluttering ceased in her heart and she grew calm. How glad she would be to see him! It had been the suspense of waiting that had played havoc with her feelings.
Then Dorn entered with Jake. The cowboy set down a bag and went out. He seemed strange to Lenore and very handsome in his gray flannel suit.
As he stepped forward in greeting Lenore saw how white he was, how tragic his eyes. There had come a subtle change in his face. It hurt her.
"Miss Anderson, I"m glad to see you," he said, and a flash of red stained his white cheeks. "How are you?"
"Very well, thank you," she replied, offering her hand. "I"m glad to see you."
They shook hands, while Anderson boomed out: "h.e.l.lo, son! I sure am glad to welcome you to "Many Waters.""
No doubt as to the rancher"s warm and hearty greeting! It warmed some of the coldness out of Dorn"s face.
"Thank you. It"s good to come--yet it"s--it"s hard."
Lenore saw his throat swell. His voice seemed low and full of emotion.
"Bad news to tell," said Anderson. "Wal, forget it.... Have you had supper?"
"Yes. At Huntington. I"d have been here sooner, but we punctured a tire.
My driver said the I.W.W. was breaking bottles on the roads."
"I.W.W. Now where"d I ever hear that name?" asked Anderson, quizzically.
"Bustin" bottles, hey! Wal, they"ll be bustin" their heads presently....
Sit down, Dorn. You look fine, only you"re sure pale."
"I lost my father," said Dorn.
"What! Your old man? Dead?... Aw, that"s tough!"
Lenore felt an almost uncontrollable impulse to go to Dorn. "Oh, I"m sorry!" she said.
"That is a surprise," went on Anderson, rather huskily. "My Lord! But it"s only round the corner for every man.... Come on, tell us all about it, an" the rest of the bad news.... Get it over. Then, mebbe Lenore n"
me--"
But Anderson did not conclude his last sentence.
Dorn"s face began to work as he began to talk, and his eyes were dark and deep, burning with gloom.
"Bad news it is, indeed.... Mr. Anderson, the I.W.W. marked us....
You"ll remember your suggestion about getting my neighbors to harvest our wheat in a rush. I went all over, and almost all of them came. We had been finding phosphorus everywhere. Then, on the hot day, fires broke out all around. My neighbors left their own burning fields to save ours. We fought fire. We fought fire all around us, late into the night.... My father had grown furious, maddened at the discovery of how he had been betrayed by Glidden. You remember the--the plot, in which some way my father was involved. He would not believe the I.W.W. meant to burn _his_ wheat. And when the fires broke out he worked like a mad-man.... It killed him!... I was not with him when he died. But Jerry, our foreman was.... And my father"s last words were, "Tell my son I was wrong."... Thank G.o.d he sent me that message! I think in that he confessed the iniquity of the Germans.... Well, my neighbor, Olsen, managed the harvest. He sure rushed it. I"d have given a good deal for you and Miss Anderson to have seen all those big combines at work on one field. It was great. We harvested over thirty-eight thousand bushels and got all the wheat safely to the elevators at the station.... And that night the I.W.W. burned the elevators!"
Anderson"s face turned purple. He appeared about to explode. There was a deep rumbling within his throat that Lenore knew to be profanity restrained on account of her presence. As for her own feelings, they were a strange mixture of sadness for Dorn and pride in her father"s fury, and something unutterably sweet in the revelation about to be made to this unfortunate boy. But she could not speak a word just then, and it appeared that her father was in the same state.
Evidently the telling of his story had relieved Dorn. The strain relaxed in his white face and it lost a little of its stern fixity. He got up and, opening his bag, he took out some papers.
"Mr. Anderson, I"d like to settle all this right now," he said. "I want it off my mind."
"Go ahead, son, an" settle," replied Anderson, thickly. He heaved a big sigh and then sat down, fumbling for a match to light his cigar. When he got it lighted he drew in a big breath and with it manifestly a great draught of consoling smoke.
"I want to make over the--the land--in fact, all the property--to you--to settle mortgage and interest," went on Dorn, earnestly, and then paused.
"All right. I expected that," returned Anderson, as he emitted a cloud of smoke.
"The only thing is--" here Dorn hesitated, evidently with difficult speech--"the property is worth more than the debt."
"Sure. I know," said Anderson, encouragingly.
"I promised our neighbors big money to harvest our wheat. You remember you told me to offer it. Well, they left their own wheat and barley fields to burn, and they saved ours. And then they harvested it and hauled it to the railroad.... I owe Andrew Olsen fifteen thousand dollars for himself and the men who worked with him.... If I could pay that--I"d--almost be happy.... Do you think my property is worth that much more than the debt?"
"I think it is--just about," replied Anderson. "We"ll mail the money to Olsen.... Lenore, write out a check to Andrew Olsen for fifteen thousand."
Lenore"s hand trembled as she did as her father directed. It was the most poorly written check she had ever drawn. Her heart seemed too big for her breast just then. How cool and calm her father was! Never had she loved him quite so well as then. When she looked up from her task it was to see a change in Kurt Dorn that suddenly dimmed her eyes.
"There, send this to Olsen," said Anderson. "We"ll run into town in a day or so an" file the papers."
Lenore had to turn her gaze away from Dorn. She heard him in broken, husky accents try to express his grat.i.tude.
"Ah-huh! Sure--sure!" interrupted Anderson, hastily. "Now listen to me.
Things ain"t so bad as they look.... For instance, we"re goin" to fool the I.W.W. down here in the valley."
"How can you? There are so many," returned Dorn.
"You"ll see. We"re just waitin" a chance."