"Why, hardly. Oh, I've noticed Nash is--is rather fresh, as Rose calls it," replied Lenore, somewhat relieved at this unexpected query. "Yes, he's been makin' eyes at Rose. She told me," replied Anderson. "Discharge him," said Lenore, forcibly. "So I ought. But let me tell you, Lenore. I've been hopin' to get Nash dead to rights." "What more do you want?" she demanded. "I mean regardin' his relation to the I.W.W.... Listen. Here's the point. Nash has been tracked an' caught in secret talks with prominent men in this country. Men of foreign blood an' mebbe foreign sympathies. We're at the start of big an' bad times in the good old U.S. No one can tell how bad. Well, you know my position in the Golden Valley. I'm looked to. Reckon this I.W.W. has got me a marked man. I'm packin' two guns right now. An' you bet Jake is packin' the same. We don't travel far apart any more this summer." Lenore had started shudderingly and her look showed her voiceless fear. "You needn't tell your mother," he went on, more intimately. "I can trust you an' ... To come back to Nash. He an' this Glidden--you remember, one of those men at Dorn's house--they are usin' gold. They must have barrels of it. If I could find out where that gold comes from! Probably they don't know. But I might find out if men here in our own country are hatchin' plots with the I.W.W." "Plots! What for?" queried Lenore, breathlessly. "To destroy my wheat, to drive off or bribe the harvest-hands, to cripple the crop yield in the Northwest; to draw the militia here; in short, to harass an' weaken an' slow down our government in its preparation against Germany." "Why, that is terrible!" declared Lenore. "I've a hunch from Jake--there's a whisper of a plot to put me out of the way," said Anderson, darkly. "Oh--good Heavens! You don't mean it!" cried Lenore, distractedly. "Sure I do. But that's no way for Anderson's daughter to take it. Our women have got to fight, too. We've all got to meet these German hired devils with their own weapons. Now, lass, you know you'll get these wheatlands of mine some day. It's in my will. That's because you, like your dad, always loved the wheat. You'd fight, wouldn't you, to save your grain for our soldiers--bread for your own brother Jim--an' for your own land?" "Fight! Would I?" burst out Lenore, with a passionate little cry. "Good! Now you're talkin'!" exclaimed her father. "I'll find out about this Nash--if you'll let me," declared Lenore, as if inspired. "How? What do you mean, girl?" "I'll encourage him. I'll make him think I'm a wishy-washy moonstruck girl, smitten with him. All's fair in war!... If he means ill by my father--" Anderson muttered low under his breath and his big hand snapped hard at the nodding goldenrod. "For my sake--to help me--you'd encourage Nash--flirt with him a little--find out all you could?"