"Wal, if he"s expectin" thet outfit of I.W.W."s he"ll never harvest,"
said Jake, "for some of them is hanged an" the rest run out of the country."
Jake did not wait to see the effect of his news. He strode back toward the fields, and with the eye of a farmer he appraised the barns and corrals, and the fields beyond. Neuman raised much wheat, and enough alfalfa to feed his stock. His place was large and valuable, but not comparable to "Many Waters."
Out in the wheat-fields were engines with steam already up, with combines and threshers and wagons waiting for the word to start. Jake enjoyed the keen curiosity roused by his approach. Neuman strode out from a group of waiting men. He was huge of build, ruddy-faced and bearded, with deep-set eyes.
"Are you Neuman?" inquired Jake.
"That"s me," gruffly came the reply.
"I"m Anderson"s foreman. I"ve been sent over to tell you thet you"re wanted pretty bad at "Many Waters.""
The man stared incredulously. "What?... Who wants me?"
"Anderson. An" I reckon there"s more--though I ain"t informed."
Neuman rumbled a curse. Amaze dominated him. "Anderson!... Well, I don"t want to see him," he replied.
"I reckon you don"t," was the cowboy"s cool reply.
The rancher looked him up and down. However familiar his type was to Anderson, it was strange to Neuman. The cowboy breathed a potential force. The least significant thing about his appearance was that swinging gun. He seemed cool and easy, with hard, keen eyes. Neuman"s face took a shade off color.
"But I"m going to harvest to-day," he said. "I"m late. I"ve a hundred hands coming."
"Nope. You haven"t none comin"," a.s.serted Jake.
"What!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Neuman.
"Reckon it"s near ten o"clock," said the cowboy. "We run over here powerful fast."
"Yes, it"s near ten," bellowed Neuman, on the verge of a rage.... "I haven"t harvest-hands coming!... What"s this talk?"
"Wal, about nine-thirty I seen all your d.a.m.ned I.W.W."s, except what was shot an" hanged, loaded in a cattlecar an" started out of the country."
A blow could not have hit harder than the cowboy"s biting speech.
Astonishment and fear shook Neuman before he recovered control of himself.
"If it"s true, what"s that to me?" he bluffed, in hoa.r.s.e accents.
"Neuman, I didn"t come to answer questions," said the cowboy, curtly.
"My boss jest sent me fer you, an" if you bucked on comin", then I was to say it was your only chance to avoid publicity an" bein" run out of the country."
Neuman was livid of face now and shaking all over his huge frame.
"Anderson threatens me!" he shouted. "Anderson suspicions me!... _Gott in Himmel_!... Me he always cheated! An" now he insults--"
"Say, it ain"t healthy to talk like thet about my boss," interrupted Jake, forcibly. "An" we"re wastin" time. If you don"t go with me we"ll be comin" back--the whole outfit of us!... Anderson means you"re to face his man!"
"What man?"
"Dorn. Young Dorn, son of old Chris Dorn of the Bend.... Dorn has some things to tell you thet you won"t want made public.... Anderson"s givin"
you a square deal. If it wasn"t fer thet I"d sling my gun on you!... Do you git my hunch?"
The name of Dorn made a slack figure of the aggressive Neuman.
"All right--I go," he said, gruffly, and without a word to his men he started off.
Jake followed him. Neuman made a short cut to the gate, thus avoiding a meeting with any of his family. At the road, however, some men observed him and called in surprise, but he waved them back.
"Bill, you an" Andy collect yourselves an" give Mr. Neuman a seat," said Jake, as he opened the door to allow the farmer to enter.
The two cowboys gave Neuman the whole of the back seat, and they occupied the smaller side seats. Jake took his place beside the driver.
"Burn her up!" was his order.
The speed of the car made conversation impossible until the limits of a town necessitated slowing down. Then the cowboys talked. For all the attention they paid to Neuman, he might as well not have been present.
Before long the driver turned into a road that followed a railroad track for several miles and then crossed it to enter a good-sized town. The streets were crowded with people and the car had to be driven slowly. At this juncture Jake suggested.
"Let"s go down by the bridge."
"Sure," agreed his allies.
Then the driver turned down a still more peopled street that sloped a little and evidently overlooked the railroad tracks. Presently they came in sight of a railroad bridge, around which there appeared to be an excited yet awestruck throng. All faces were turned up toward the swaying form of a man hanging by a rope tied to the high span of the bridge.
"Wal, Glidden"s hangin" there yet," remarked Jake, cheerfully.
With a violent start Neuman looked out to see the ghastly placarded figure, and then he sank slowly back in his seat. The cowboys apparently took no notice of him. They seemed to have forgotten his presence.
"Funny they"d cut all the other I.W.W."s down an" leave Glidden hangin"
there," observed Bill.
"Them vigilantes sure did it up brown," added Andy. "I was dyin" to join the band. But they didn"t ask me."
"Nor me," replied Jake, regretfully. "An" I can"t understand why, onless it was they was afeared I couldn"t keep a secret."
"Who is them vigilantes, anyhow?" asked Bill, curiously.
"Wal, I reckon n.o.body knows. But I seen a thousand armed men this mornin". They sure looked bad. You ought to have seen them poke the I.W.W."s with c.o.c.ked guns."
"Was any one shot?" queried Andy.
"Not in the daytime. n.o.body killed by this Citizens" Protective League, as they call themselves. They just rounded up all the suspicious men an"
herded them on to thet cattle-train an" carried them off. It was at night when the vigilantes worked--masked an" secret an" sure b.l.o.o.d.y.
Jest like the old vigilante days! ... An" you can gamble they ain"t through yet."
"Uncle Sam won"t need to send any soldiers here."
"Wal, I should smile not. Thet"d be a disgrace to the Northwest. It was a bad time fer the I.W.W. to try any tricks on us."