"I do, indeed."
"You saw that my warning was not idle chatter?"
"I did."
"I like you, Mr. Rush. You are a fine young man, and I am going to warn you again."
"What, more trouble?" smiled Steve.
"There may be."
"What is it this time?"
"I cannot tell you, for I do not know. I do know that you have enemies who are plotting to do you harm. They will get you yet."
"I am not afraid of them," answered Steve, drawing himself up proudly.
"I know that. That is what worries me. What can you, a boy, do against a great crowd of men who are getting desperate? Oh, what terrible things these strikes are! How my heart aches for some of the wives and children of the striking miners! They are actually suffering. I am doing what I can for the worst cases, and——"