Kathleen's eyes opened wide. "Where?" Lenore place a hand over her heart. "Here." "Oh, you do look funny.... Get up, Lenorry. Did you hear the shooting last night?" Instantly Lenore sat up and stared. "No. Was there any?" "You bet. But I don't know what it was all about." Lenore dispelled her dreamy state, and, hurriedly dressing, she went down to breakfast. Her father and Rose were still at the table. "Hello, big eyes!" was his greeting. And Rose, not to be outdone, chirped, "Hello, old sleepy-head!" Lenore's reply lacked her usual spontaneity. And she felt, if she did not explain, the wideness of her eyes. Her father did not look as if anything worried him. It was a way of his, however, not to show stress or worry. Lenore ate in silence until Rose left the dining-room, and then she asked her father if there had been shooting. "Sure," he replied, with a broad smile. "Jake turned his guns loose on them prowlin' men last night. By George! you ought to have heard them run. One plumped into the gate an' went clear over it, to fall like a log. Another fell into the brook an' made more racket than a drownin' horse. But it was so dark we couldn't catch them." "Jake shot to frighten them?" inquired Lenore. "Not much. He stung one I.W.W., that's sure. We heard a cry, an' this mornin' we found some blood." "What do you suppose these--these night visitors wanted?" "No tellin'. Jake thinks one of them looked an' walked like the man Nash has been meetin'. Anyway, we're not takin' much more chance on Nash. I reckon it's dangerous keepin' him around. I'll have him drive me to-day--over to Vale, an' then to Huntington. You can go along. That'll be your last chance to pump him. Have you found out anythin'?" Lenore told what had transpired between her and the driver. Anderson's face turned fiery red. "That ain't much to help us," declared, angrily. "But it shows him up.... So his real name's Ruenke? Fine American name, I don't think! That man's a spy an' a plotter. An' before he's another day older I'm goin' to corner him. It's a sure go I can't hold Jake in any longer." To Lenore it was a further indication of her father's temper that when they went down to enter the car he addressed Nash in cool, careless, easy speech. It made Lenore shiver. She had heard stories of her father's early career among hard men. Jake was there, dry, caustic, with keen, quiet eyes that any subtle, clever man would have feared. But Nash's thought seemed turned mostly inward. Lenore took the front seat in the car beside the driver. He showed unconscious response to that action. "Jake, aren't you coming?" she asked, of the cowboy. "Wal, I reckon it'll be sure dull fer you without me. Nobody to talk to while your dad fools around. But I can't go. Me an' the boys air a-goin' to hang some I.W.W.'s this mawnin', an' I can't miss thet fun."