I'm chokin' for air an' water.

Bring us a drink," replied Anderson.
Kurt hurried away to get a bucket and tin cup.

As he drew water from the well he was thinking rather vaguely that it was somehow embarrassing--the fact of Mr.Anderson being accompanied by his daughter.

Kurt was afraid of his father.

But then, what did it matter?
When he returned to the yard he found the rancher sitting in the shade of one of the few apple-trees, and the young lady was standing near, in the act of removing bonnet and veil.