"Neuman! I.W.W.! German intrigue!" growled the rancher. "All in the same class!… Dorn, I'm forewarned, an' that's forearmed. I'll beat this outfit at their own game."
They returned to Anderson's car. Kurt reached inside for his rifle.
"Aren't you going home with us?" asked the girl.
"Why, Miss Anderson, I—I'm sorry. I—I'd love to see 'Many Waters,'" floundered Kurt. "But I can't go now. There's no need. I must hurry back to—to my troubles."
"I wanted to tell you something—at home," she returned, shyly.
"Tell me now," said Kurt.
She gave him such a glance as he had never received in his life. Kurt felt himself as wax before those blue eyes. She wanted to thank him. That would be sweet, but would only make his ordeal harder. He steeled himself.
"You won't come?" she asked, and her smile was wistful.
"No—thank you ever so much."
"Will you come to see me before you—you go to war?"