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He certainly did not want to run across Glidden again, because if he did he would have blood on his hands. Kurt's chance meeting with the man Bradford seemed far the most interesting, if not thrilling, incident of the evening. It opened up a new point of view. How many of the men of that motley and ill-governed I.W.W. had grievances like Bradford's? Perhaps there were many.
Lenore did not see the resulting conflict, but she could tell by something that swayed the crowd when Glidden had been freed. "Hold up this outfit!" yelled Anderson to his men. "Come on, Jake, drag him along." Jake appeared, leading the disheveled and wild-eyed Dorn. "Son, you did my heart good, but there was some around here who didn't want you to spill blood. An' that's well.
"Wal, you'll excuse me, Dorn, for handlin' you rough.... Mebbe you don't remember punchin' me one when I got between you an' Glidden?" "Did I?... I couldn't see, Jake," said Dorn. His voice was weak and had a spent ring of passion in it. He did not look at Lenore, but kept his face turned toward the cowboy. "I reckon this 's fur enough," rejoined Jake, halting and looking back.
The big stiff Glidden, he called himself must be some shucks in thet I.W.W. He looked an' talked oily at first very persuadin'; but when I says I wasn't goin' to join no union he got sassy an' bossy. They made me sore, so I told him to go to hell.
Jansen's only too glad to make trouble fer his boss. They're goin' to lay off the rest of to-day an' talk with Glidden. They all agreed to meet down by the culvert. An' thet's what they was arguin' with me fer wanted me to come." "Where's this man Glidden?" demanded Kurt. "I'll give him a piece of my mind." "I reckon he's hangin' round the farm out of sight somewhere." "All right, Jerry.
The man called Glidden went down before that onslaught, and his gun went flying aside. Three of Glidden's group started for it. The cowboy Bill leaped forward, a gun in each hand. "Hyar!... Back!" he yelled. And then all except the two struggling principals grew rigid. Lenore's heart was burning in her throat. The movements of Dorn were too swift for her sight.
And that train will pass under the bridge where Glidden will be hanging.... We'll escort them out of the country." That August dawn was gray and cool, with gold and pink beginning to break over the dark eastern ranges. The town had not yet awakened. It slept unaware of the stealthy forms passing down the gray road and of the distant hum of motor-cars and trot of hoofs.
What I heerd of their threatenin' methods is like the way this Glidden talks. If I owned a farm I'd drive such fellers off with a whip. There's goin' to be bad doin's if they come driftin' strong into the Bend." "Jerry, are you satisfied with your job?" "Sure. I won't join the I.W.W. An' I'll talk ag'in' it.
And he persisted, in spite of a considerable deal of ridicule, in maintaining that the telephone was destined to connect cities and nations as well as individuals. Four months after he had prophesied the "grand telephonic system," he encouraged Charles J. Glidden, of world-tour fame, to build a telephone line between Boston and Lowell. This was the first inter-city line.
Both these I.W.W. men had more money than they could well carry lots of it gold! The way they talked of this money proved that they did not know the source, but the supply was unlimited. "Next day Glidden could not be found. But my cowboy had learned enough to show his methods. If these proselyters could not coax or scare trusted men to join the I.W.W., they tried to corrupt them with money.
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