The threshing-machine burned like a house of cards. Farm-hands came running from all over the field. But nothing, manifestly, could be done to save the thresher. Anderson, holding his daughter's arm, calmly watched it burn. There was excitement all around; it had not been communicated, however, to the rancher. He looked thoughtful. The foreman darted among the groups of watchers and his distress was very plain. Dorn had gotten out of sight. Lenore still held his coat and wondered what he was doing. She was thoroughly angry and marveled at her father's composure. The big thresher was reduced to a blazing, smoking hulk in short order. Dorn came striding up. His face was pale and his mouth set. "Mr. Anderson, you've got to make a strong stand--and quick," he said, deliberately. "I reckon. An' I'm ready, if it's the right time," replied the rancher. "But what can we prove?" "That's proof," declared Dorn, pointing at the ruined thresher. "Do you know all your honest hands?" "Yes, an' I've got enough to clean up this outfit in no time. We're only waitin'." "What for?" "Wal, I reckon for what's just come off." "Don't let them go any farther.... Look at these fellows. Can't you tell the I.W.W.'s from the others?" "No, I can't unless I count all the new harvest-hands I.W.W.'s." "Every one you don't know here is in with that gang," declared Dorn, and he waved a swift hand at the groups. His eyes swept piercingly over, and apparently through, the men nearest at hand. At this juncture Jake and Bill, with two other cowboys, strode up to Anderson. "Another accident, boss," said Jake, sarcastically. "Ain't it about time we corralled some of this outfit?" Anderson did not reply. He had suddenly imitated Lenore, who had become solely bent upon Dorn's look. That indeed was cause for interest. It was directed at a member of the nearest group--a man in rough garb, with slouch-hat pulled over his eyes. As Lenore looked she saw this man, suddenly becoming aware of Dorn's scrutiny, hastily turn and walk away. "Hold on!" called Dorn, his voice a ringing command. It halted every moving person on that part of the field. Then Dorn actually bounded across the intervening space. "Come on, boys," said Anderson, "get in this. Dorn's spotted some one, an' now that's all we want.... Lenore, stick close behind me. Jake, you keep near her." They moved hastily to back up Dorn, who had already reached the workman he had halted. Anderson took out a whistle and blew such a shrill blast that it deafened Lenore, and must have been heard all over the harvest-field. Not improbably that was a signal agreed upon between Anderson and his men. Lenore gathered that all had been in readiness for a concerted movement and that her father believed Dorn's action had brought the climax. "Haven't I seen you before?" queried Dorn, sharply.