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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.
"Well, watch the great Chinese joss, Greenough, pull the props from under him when the time comes." "As how?" inquired Glidden. "By handing him a nawsty one out of the assignment book, just to show him where his hat fits too tight."
At thought of Glidden he became hot all over, and this heat rather grew with the excitement of battle. With the heavy fowling-piece loaded, Kurt peeped forth from behind his protecting wheel and watched keenly for flashes or moving dark figures. The I.W.W. had begun to reserve their fire, to shift their positions, and to spread out, judging from a wider range of the reports.
"Why not?" muttered Anderson. "That's Glidden. He killed Dorn's father burned his wheat ruined him!" "Dad for my sake!" she cried brokenly. "Jake, stop him!" yelled Anderson. "Pull him off!" As Lenore saw it, with eyes again half failing her, Jake could not separate Dorn from his victim. "Leggo, Dorn!" he yelled. "You're cheatin' the gallows!...Hey, Bill, he's a bull!... Help, hyar quick!"
He an' this Glidden you remember, one of those men at Dorn's house they are usin' gold. They must have barrels of it. If I could find out where that gold comes from! Probably they don't know. But I might find out if men here in our own country are hatchin' plots with the I.W.W." "Plots! What for?" queried Lenore, breathlessly.
And surprise dawned in his eyes. "Yes, Glidden. You saw him speak to me up in the Bend, the first time your father went to see Dorn's wheat. Glidden's playing the I.W.W. against itself. He means to drop out of this deal with big money....Now I'll save your father if you'll stick to me." Lenore could no longer restrain herself. This man was not even big in his wickedness.
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.
If a gent can go blindly shootin' himse'f into bankruptcy that a-way, the American gov'ment is a rank loser, an' the State of Texas is plumb played out." When we-alls proceeds to ferret into this yere myst'ry, we finds thar's a sharp come up from Dallas who claims that Cimmaron's got to pay him what Glidden owes. This yere Dallas party puts said indebtednesses at five stacks of blues.
"That's for your I.W.W.!" declared Kurt. "The first rule of your I.W.W. is to abolish capital, hey?" Kurt had not intended to say that. It slipped out in his fury. But the effect was striking. Glidden gave a violent start and his face turned white. Abruptly he hurried away. His companion shuffled after him.
Old Monroe allows that, all things considered, he don't regard himse'f as 'lected none; and Randall, who a doctor is feelin' 'round in for a bullet at the time, sends over word that he indorses Old Monroe's p'sition; an' that as long as the Dallas sharp hits the trail after Glidden, an' is tharby able to look after his debts himse'f, he, Randall, holds it's no use disturbin' of a returned sereenity, an' to let everythin' go as it lays.
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