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Updated: June 19, 2025
"I ought to be glad I had you, for if you hadn't held back that time when I was bent upon moving down to Madam Olsen's, we should have been in the wrong box. I should think he'd have killed us in his anger. You were my good angel as you always have been."
It looked as if they meant to try and surround Olsen's band. It was extraordinary the assurance and deadly intent of this riffraff gang of tramp labor-agitators. In preceding years a crowd of I.W.W. men had been nothing to worry a rancher. Vastly different it seemed now. They acted as if they had the great war back of them.
"It looks very miserable," said Lasse, comparing in his own mind the stones here with Madam Olsen's fat land. "Oh, well," answered the head man, "it's not of the very best, of course; but the land yields something, anyhow." And he pointed to the fine large heaps of road-metal and hewn stone that surrounded every cottage.
He went away, and glancing back as he crossed the street, saw that Olsen's pose was curiously fixed and he seemed to be gazing straight in front. Some of the customers now left the café and Kit lost sight of him. The moon was high and clear, but the black shadows of the trees fell upon the walk through the alameda and there were not many people about.
But nothing happened, and time was passing. One morning he cut the matter short; Pelle was just setting out for school. "Will you run in to Madam Olsen's and give her this?" he said, handing the boy a packet. "It's something she's promised to mend for us." Inside on the paper, was the large cross that announced Lasse's coming in the evening.
She had been obliged to arrange a tourniquet on Olsen's shoulder, or the man would have bled to death; and she had done this as well as a more practised nurse. The wound was a clean one, the bullet having bored right through the shoulder. Binney's wound was merely painful, and he could not use his rifle effectively. But he could handle an automatic with his left hand.
"It looks very miserable," said Lasse, comparing in his own mind the stones here with Madam Olsen's fat land. "Oh, well," answered the head man, "it's not of the very best, of course; but the land yields something, anyhow." And he pointed to the fine large heaps of road-metal and hewn stone that surrounded every cottage.
"Have you come home already?" exclaimed Lasse, pleased. "Now now Madam Olsen's husband's come home!" panted Pelle, and went past his father without looking at him. To Lasse it was as if the world had burst and the falling fragments were piercing into his flesh. Everything was failing him.
He watched for what seemed endless moments. He saw the changes of that fire, swift and terrible. And only then did Kurt Dorn awaken to the full sense of the calamity. "All that work Olsen's sacrifice and the farmers' my father's death all for nothing!" whispered Kurt. "They only waited those fiends to fire the warehouse and the cars!" The catastrophe had fallen. The wheat was burning.
"Well, suppose I refuse?" "You'll be a blame fool. That's all there is to it." Kit doubted. He knew what had happened to Adam, and, in spite of Olsen's statement, imagined Galdar's friends would not let him warn the president. "Anyhow, you must give me until the morning. I want to think about it," he said, in order to test his suspicions. "We can't wait; the thing must be put over now.
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