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"I want Dorn to help me.... Why, he's a wonder!... He's saved the situation for us here in the valley. Every rancher I know is praisin' him high. An' he sure treated Neuman square. An' here I am with three big wheat-ranches on my hands!... Lenore, you've got to keep him home." "Dad!... I I could not!" replied Lenore. She was strangely realizing an indefinable change in herself.
"I'm Chris Dorn's son. My father died a few days ago. He overtaxed his heart fighting fire in the wheat ... Fire set by I.W.W. men. Glidden's men! ... They burned our wheat. Ruined us!" Neuman showed shock at the news, at the sudden death of an old friend, but he did not express himself in words. "Do you deny implication in Glidden's plot to kill Anderson?" demanded Dorn. "Yes," replied Neuman.
"I'll give you a hunch, fellers," replied Jake, grimly. "By Gawd! the West won't stand fer traitors!" All the way to "Many Waters," where it was possible to talk and be heard, the cowboys continued in like strain. And not until the driver halted the car before Anderson's door did they manifest any awareness of Neuman. "Git out an' come in," said Jake to the pallid, sweating rancher.
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 hoarse accents. "Neuman, I didn't come to answer questions," said the cowboy, curtly.
"I'll sell out," replied Neuman. "What price do you put on your ranch as it stands?" "One hundred thousand dollars." Dorn turned to Anderson and asked, "Is it worth that much?" "No. Seventy-five thousand would be a big price," replied the rancher. "Neuman, we will give you seventy-five thousand for your holdings. Do you accept?" "I have no choice," replied Neuman, sullenly.
"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 "
He gave it while he gazed around at his grim-faced old father and the burly Neuman, and his ears throbbed to the beat of his blood. His hand trembled on the table. His thoughts flashed almost too swiftly for comprehension. It took a stern effort to gain self-control. Evil of some nature was afoot. Neuman's presence there was a strange, disturbing fact.
"What!" ejaculated 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 damned I.W.W.'s, except what was shot an' hanged, loaded in a cattlecar an' started out of the country."
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