"Why not?"
"Because you're American! That's why."
"Well, I know I am. But I can be American and travel with a labor union, can't I?"
"No. This I.W.W. is no labor union. It never was. Their very first rule is to abolish capital. They're anarchists. And now they're backed by German money. The I.W.W. is an enemy to America. All this hampering of railroads, destruction of timber and wheat, is an aid to Germany in the war. The United States is at war! My God! man, can't you see it's your own country that must suffer for such deals as this wheat-burning to-night?"
"The hell you say!" ejaculated the man, in amaze.
"This Glidden is a German agent—perhaps a spy. He's no labor leader. What does he care for the interests of such men as you?"
"Young man, if you don't shut up you'll give me a hankering to go back to real work."
"I hope I do. Let me give you a hunch. Throw down this I.W.W. outfit. Go to Ruxton and get Anderson of 'Many Waters' ranch to give you a job. Tell him who you are and that I sent you."
"Anderson of 'Many Waters,' hey? Well, maybe it'll surprise you to know that Glidden is operating there, has a lot of men there, and is going there from here."
"No, it doesn't surprise me. I hope he does go there. For if he does he'll get killed."