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Then the neighbor boy, full of the devil, had struck Old Badge with a stick. The horse set off at a gallop for home with Kurt, frantically holding on, bouncing up and down on his back. That had been the ride of Kurt's life. His father had whipped him, too, for the adventure. How strangely vivid and thought-compelling were these ordinary adjuncts to his life there on the farm.
"Mine's Dorn," replied Kurt, meeting that hand with his own. Whereupon the Frenchman spoke rapidly to the comrade nearest him, so rapidly that all Kurt could make of what he said was that here was an American soldier with a new idea. They drew closer, and it became manifest that the interesting idea was Kurt's news about the American army.
This fiendish work, as had been forecast, was the work of the I.W.W. Behind it was Glidden and perhaps behind him was the grasping, black lust of German might. Kurt's loss was no longer abstract or problematical. It was a loss so real and terrible that it confounded him. He shook and gasped and reeled.
Kurt's tone held the crack of an order that note Ross had so much disliked in the major's voice. "This is an operation which has been most carefully planned and upon which a great deal depends. No one shall spoil it for us now " "The Reds planted you on the project, eh?" Ross wanted to keep the other talking to give himself a chance to think.
And Tartars, yes, that movie about someone named Khan, Genghis Khan! But to return into the past was impossible. Yet, he remembered the picture he had watched today with the wolf slayer and the shaggy-haired man who wore skins. Neither of these was of his own world! Could Kurt be telling the truth? Ross's vivid memory of the scene he had witnessed made Kurt's story more convincing.
He saw a dark, wide, and barren shingle of the world, a desert of desolation made by man, where strange, windy shrieks and thundering booms and awful cries went up in the night, and where drifting palls of smoke made starless sky, and bursts of reddish fires made hell. Suddenly Kurt's slow pacing along the road was halted, as was the trend of his thought. He was not sure he had heard a sound.
Conn shook his head. "I'm serious about the ship ships. You and Colonel Zareff gave me that idea." His father looked at him in surprise. "I never said a word in there, and Klem didn't even once mention " "Not in Kurt's office; before we went up from the docks. There was Klem, moaning about a good year for melons as though it were a plague, and you selling arms and ammunition by the ton.
"Which one?" queried the proprietor, with shrewd eyes, taking Kurt's measure. "You're in on both, of course." "Sure. I mean the wheat sale, not the I.W.W. deal," replied Kurt. He hazarded a guess with that mention of the I.W.W. No sooner had the words passed his lips than he divined he was on the track of sinister events. "Your father sold out to that Spokane miller. No, Neuman is not in on that."
But this woman had gained great distinction in Kurt's eyes by being well acquainted with the old caretaker of the castle; so he always had a hope of hearing from her many things that were happening there. To his great satisfaction he heard Mrs. Apollonie say on his approach: "No, no, Mrs. Rector, old Trius does not open any windows in vain; he has not opened any for nearly twenty years."
"A wise guy doesn't spill his ignorance. He uses his eyes and ears and keeps his trap shut " "And goes off half cocked as a result..." the major added. "I don't think you would have enjoyed the company of Kurt's paymaster." "I didn't know about him then not when I left here." "Yes, and when you discovered the truth, you took steps. Why?"
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