It's the biggest question in this war." Kurt had forgotten the girl and was unaware of her eyes bent steadily upon him.

Anderson had roused to the interest of wheat, and to a deeper study of the young man.
"Say, Dorn, how old are you ?" he asked.
"Twenty-four.

And Kurt's my first name," was the reply.
"Will this farm fall to you ?" "Yes, if my father does not lose it." "Hum!...

Old Dorn won't lose it, never fear.

He raises the best wheat in this section." "But father never owned the land.