Kurt declined with thanks. He was aware of this man's penetrating, yet kindly scrutiny of him, and he had begun to wonder. This was no ordinary visitor. "Have you been drafted?" abruptly queried Mr. Hall. "Yes, sir. Mine was the first number," replied Kurt, with a little pride. "Do you want exemption?" swiftly came the second query. It shocked Dorn, then stung him. "No," he said, forcibly. "Your father's sympathy is with Germany, I understand." "Well, sir, I don't know how you understand that, but it's true--to my regret and shame." "You want to fight?" went on the official. "I hate the idea of war. But I--I guess I want to fight. Maybe that's because I'm feeling scrappy over these I.W.W. tricks." "Dorn, the I.W.W. is only one of the many phases of war that we must meet," returned Mr. Hall, and then for a moment he thoughtfully drew upon his cigar. "Young man, I like your talk. And I'll tell you a secret. My name's not Hall. Never mind my name. For you it's Uncle Sam!" Whereupon, with a winning and fascinating manner that seemed to Kurt at once intimate and flattering, he began to talk fluently of the meaning of his visit, and of its cardinal importance. The government was looking far ahead, preparing for a tremendous, and perhaps a lengthy, war. The food of the country must be conserved. Wheat was one of the most vital things in the whole world, and the wheat of America was incalculably precious--only the government knew how precious. If the war was short a wheat famine would come afterward; if it was long, the famine would come before the war ended. But it was inevitable. The very outcome of the war itself depended upon wheat. The government expected a nation-wide propaganda by the German interests which would be carried on secretly and boldly, in every conceivable way, to alienate the labor organizations, to bribe or menace the harvesters, to despoil crops, and particularly to put obstacles in the way of the raising and harvesting, the transporting and storing of wheat. It would take an army to protect the nation's grain. Dorn was earnestly besought by this official to compass his district, to find out who could be depended upon by the United States and who was antagonistic, to impress upon the minds of all his neighbors the exceeding need of greater and more persistent cultivation of wheat. "I accept. I'll do my best," replied Kurt, grimly. "I'll be going some the next two weeks." "It's deplorable that most of the wheat in this section is a failure," said the official. "But we must make up for that next year. I see you have one magnificent wheat-field. But, fact is, I heard of that long before I got here." "Yes? Where?" ejaculated Kurt, quick to catch a significance in the other's words.