I tried to reason with him--told him I wanted my money--was here to help him get that money off the farm, some way or other.

An' he swore I was a capitalist--an enemy to labor an' the Northwest--that I an' my kind had caused the war." Kurt gazed gravely into the disturbed face of the rancher.

Miss Anderson had wide-open eyes of wonder.
"Sure I could have stood all that," went on Anderson, fuming.

"But he ordered me out of the house.

I got mad an' wouldn't go.